Disclaimer: This is a story EXTREME SCAT (i.e., shit, puke, piss) and other depravities. Do not read if younger than 18. This story was inspired by "Pandemic Scat." Thanks to ursalex1@optonline.net for getting my juices flowing! This is entirely fantasy and does not represent any real people.
March 15: Got the news today that Jeff and I both will be working from home for the foreseeable future because of Covid. Fortunately, that's no big deal for either of us. When we got married a few years ago we decided to buy a large cabin with tons of space and lots of privacy. Since we both work in tech we made sure the place had excellent internet connectivity and often worked on projects from the quiet of the cabin. Now that Covid is causing everything to shut down, we've relocated with tons of food, all our computer gear, and of course lots of things to pass the time such as our big collection of dildos, pumps, cigars, and enough high-grade weed to keep a whole frat house stoned for weeks.
Both of us consider ourselves pigs, but truthfully the depths of my perversions and depravity run a lot deeper than Jeff's. At 6'2 and 250 lbs, Jeff played football in high school and college. Now we're both in 40s and there's definitely more of mix of muscle and chub these days, but I love his thick, hairy body and elongated nipples from years of pumping. We're well-matched, each with 7.5 inches of veiny cock meat and long-hanging balls. Don't get me wrong about Jeff's piggyness -- he loves piss and fisting as much as I do. But my kinks for extreme shitplay and the sickest levels of raunch have always been fulfilled when Jeff has been away on business or so deep into a project he doesn't miss me for a few days. That's when I hook up with a handful of fellow scat and puke enthusiasts who share in my darkest desires.
Now that world is closed off and it is just Jeff and me at the cabin for who know how long. Can't complain too much -- my man always makes me horny as hell and cum like a teenager. But I sure am going to miss the really sick stuff.
March 29: Two weeks and Jeff and I have gotten into our routine. Since we hardly ever video conference with work the first thing to go was clothes. We keep the heat cranked so that our hairy bodies can be free and sweaty. Neither of us have touched a can of deodorant and the smell is intoxicating. The musk is deep and rich and I think it is having an effect on my husband.
Take this morning for example. Like I said, Jeff is an awesome piss pig. He loves to wallow and writhe under a long, hot stream of steaming piss from my thick cock and would drink it down by the gallon if I could deliver that much. Our favorite is to grind against each other and let the piss fly between us, splashing our faces and chests while we tug on each other's puffed out nipples. But whenever we play that way it is always somewhere sensible like our massive shower or outside on the deck. Today was different. I was lounged on the leather couch in the living room, naked of course, soft cock and heavy balls draped off the cushions. Jeff walked into the room, a strange sort of glazed look on his face. As he walked, he started pissing, letting it hit the floor as he padded across the living room. The stream flew everywhere before finally landing on me. Of course, my cock was rock hard now from watching the show of indiscriminate pissing everywhere before my own face, chest and cock got their soaking. Jeff was rock hard now too, the piss flying up in an arc to me and over the couch and floor. The fountain seemed to flow forever, and when it dwindled, I locked my lips over his beautiful meat. Jeff pulled me down on the floor where we 69ed in a wide, wet puddle of still-warm piss. We deep-throated in unison, noses buried in each other's thick, musky bushes, our hands squeezing and yanking the others' balls, and fingers snaking into warm mancunts. We also came in unison, our lust ramped up so that we blew our wads fast and thick. I drank every drop of course, as did Jeff. And then he just got up and walked into the kitchen, leaving the pools of piss where they landed. That was this morning. They are still there, adding a thick, metallic urinal smell to our place. I love it, but I'm surprised at Jeff. Just to see what would happen, I started pissing myself as we sat eating lunch. The warm piss washed over my beer belly and balls, dripping onto the chair and floor. Jeff just smiled and nodded appreciatively, absently tugging at his cock. That piss is still there too. What is happening here?
June 3: Jeff has stopped working entirely. All of our sex toys are scattered around in every room and he has porn playing 24/7 on every screen. There isn't a table in the cabin that doesn't have brown bottles of poppers and a stock of thick, well-rolled joints. I don't even know where the porn videos are coming from but the loops are so fucking hot and varied. He's found fisting, pissing, pumping, gar smoking pigs in every possible combination. As soon as we are awake Jeff sparks up a joint and lubes his cock. Of course, I join in, but this quarantine is really changing my husband and I am just enjoying the ride. We now piss freely all the time. All our furniture and floors are soaked in arid piss. We still run the heat even though summer is starting in earnest. Jeff hasn't showered in days and our rank stink is filling me with heady lust.
Now he mostly just sits on the couch slowly jacking and vacuum pumping his cock. His nipples are becoming almost like mini-utters because of all the pumping he does to them. We fist almost every day now so that his floppy cunt lips hang out for hours on end. And best of all, he's starting to ooze shit from that gaping hole. I know he knows my drooling rim jobs of his puffy rosebud is slathered in shit slime but he doesn't seem to mind now. Far from being grossed out like he used to be he now just smiles and pushes me deeper into his shitty hole. What's next, I wonder...?
June 4: Jeff called me into the living room just after lunch. The room was thick with the smoke of countless cigars and joints but this time there was an unmistakable reek of shit. Jeff was on that same leather couch, fat cock engorged within a clear penis pump. He looked so fucking sexy, but now I was even more turned on because there was a giant pile of shit just beside his puffy, pushed out cunt. Looking directly at me, he scooped up a handful and started to rub his meaty, matted pecs with the brown manslop. I was on him in flash, diving to meet his drooling mouth and squish my hands into the piles of sludge that he continued to haul up to his chest and belly. Our shit-covered hands were everywhere...smearing our bodies, heads, and faces. Jeff released the pressure on the pump and eased his bloated cock out. It was coated in shit slime within seconds as we frotted our cocks together in a bath of sewage, made slicker as we both started pissing. While our hands were in constant motion, our mouths were practically locked, tongues diving deep into each other generating a constant flow of slobber than ran down our faces and chins. At one point I dared to break off our mouth combat and drove my tongue deep into his nostril. The old Jeff would have balked at such a depraved act, but my quarantined husband moaned and pushed me deeper into his packed nasal passage. I went back and forth, swabbing snot with my tongue and sharing it in deep spittle kisses. Jeff reciprocated adding nose slime our already brown and drool streaked faces. Eventually our shit-covered cocks erupted with thick ropes of cum, stark against the packed brown of our now fully coated bellies.
We laid there for a while, maybe even dozed up. But when Jeff finally roused himself, he didn't head to the shower as I expected him to. He simply headed outside to the patio and plopped his shit-covered body on a lounge chair. It didn't take long before he was smoking another cigar and casually flicking his long nipples, all without a thought to cleaning up.
June 10: Our cabin reeks of shit, piss and puke. Neither of us have showered off the layers of sewage that now coat our every inch of our bodies. After that first shit session things progressed even further. The porn on our TVs has become the sickest, most depraved available. Every set in the house blares an endless loop of shit fucking, shit packing, and other degenerate acts on full volume. I have no idea where Jeff was finding it all, but the videos got progressively nastier. Horses fucking dude's ruined cunts. Hot fucking manpigs wallowing in barnyards of animal manure and slime. Men taking dog cocks and their raw, red knots. And hours and hours of scat porn's finest. The thermostat has been turned up even higher. Our bodies sweat constantly, returning our crusty layers of shit into slimy sludge for smearing and using as lube. I've lost count of our fisting sessions. Now both of my thick, arms slide easily into Jeff's ravaged cunt and mine is nearly there for both his former linebacker arms to slide into me. We both live in a constant haze of weed and poppers.
After shit play became a daily routine, puke was not far behind. Jeff was the one who initiated, stuffing a pile of fresh shit down my throat. The way he kept pushing down my gullet left no question what he was after. As I retched and hurled, and pulled me in for an intense open mouth kiss. I emptied my guts over his face and down his throat, as he moaned and grunted with pleasure. Soon his own stomach sludge came up, coating our faces and chests as we twisted each other's nipples to the point of nearly ripping them off. I don't think my cock has ever been harder as we faced each other, smothered in layers of everything my man could produce--shit, puke, snot, piss, and cum. When my cock finally erupted, it shot so high it splattered over both our faces and hair. A few minutes later Jeff's orgasm was equally intense, as he fucked my gaping open cunt that he'd filled with handfuls of shit mixed with puke.
July 15: The transformation of my husband into a filthy animal is complete. There is never a thought about work or the outside world now. We live in a constant state of reeking shit, piss, and puke which covers us and every surface of our cabin. We have become drooling, rutting animals, wallowing in our filth all day, every day. I am in pig heaven.