Special Delivery by Brown
by Mudcub
stories@mudcub.com
The box arrives in the mail that morning. You know what's inside of it - you've thought about it's contents all week. You've even slightly dreaded it. Because you know what you're supposed to do with it. You're about to descend into a deeper disgusting state of filth and depravitiy than you've ever felt before.
It's a nondescript brown box. That's kind of funny when you think about it. It should have been sent by UPS... you know, those cute guys who wear those tight brown shorts, short-sleeved shirts, and boots. UPS even has a slogan, "Have you used the power of brown?" Yeah, the Power of Brown. You're about to enter the power right now.
You grab the package from the other daily mail, leaving the letters still on the porch. It's not like you want to rush the scene or get it over with quickly. It's just that you know what you have to do, and want to get started right away. And you know that the contents of the box aren't getting any fresher. You race upstairs to your bathroom, locking the door behind you, even though you're home alone.
There are other tools in the bathroom: a rubber hood, rubber shirt, a butt plug, lube, and poppers. You prepared and set everything aside a few days ahead of time. That's how long you've been thinking about this scene. It's been sheer hell not to jack off every day thinking about it. But you promised your master that you'd be ready and horny, and it's been three days since you last came. It's been two days since you last took a shit. Ad with all that crap and cum boiling inside of you, you wonder how long you can last before you shoot. Maybe you should settle down and take it slower.
You're trembling with anticipation as you get ready. You strip off all your clothes, tossing them in the corner of the bathroom. As you slide your underwear down your thighs your dick springs out. Already you have a half-hardon. Soon it will be dripping pre-cum - you know that. You grab the lube and the rubber shorts, and step into the tub. There's no real reason you have to be in the tub... it's not going to get that messy just yet, ut you want to get into the mood.
You squat down. This motion opens up your ass. Man, you know that if you held that position for a while, you'd have to take a crap. You feel your stomach bubbling and boiling already. You take the lube and squirt a liberal amount on your right forefinger. You don't really need lube, in face sometimes you like fucking your ass with a dildo using only spit, or letting a deep dildo stir up shit to serve as lube. But today you want everything to go easy at first, since it's going to get a lot harder really quickly.
Your finger goes in your ass. Oh yeah! You know that feeling. Your ass know that feeling, you can remember it in your sleep. Your asshole spreads open eagerly. Man you are a fucking whore. A finger in your ass, and your hole opens right up to suck up anything it can. It opens up like a flower... and your finger slides in easily.
You hit a turd within half an inch. Yeah, you expected it that it was right there. You've had to take a crap for the last 24 hours. For any other day, you'd mash your finger up your ass, feeling the turd squish around your hand. You'd pull out a good-sized nugget, dig it out, and shove it in your mouth, sucking on the flavor while you jack off with a handful of shit. However, today is different. You want to hold that load in there until you're ready. And you're not ready yet.
Instead, you squirt a good amount of lube on the butt plug. It's a pretty big plug. Not the biggest one you own. More like the size of a small fist. Usually it fits in your ass just fine. But with two day's worth of shit in there too, it's going to be an effort. You stand up of a second, hoping that the shit gets sucked up your ass for a second. Just for a second, that's all you need. You take in a deep breath and hold it, and brace yourself.
When you squat down again, you grab the base of the butt plug firmly, and place it's point right at the tip of your asshole. Yeah, it opens up the same as before, sucking the plug up your ass. Now, here's a feeling that's hard to describe. The feeling of a butt plug pushing a huge turd back you your asshole. It's like shitting in reverse. You feel your bowels expand, like you're bring inflated from the inside out. There's a scary second when you worry that the pressure of the shit might explode AROUND the plug and shoot out of your ass, but all of a sudden, your guts expand, and everything settles. The butt plug slides into place, and your asshole clamps around the base of the plug tightly.
Usually, you can keep the plug in just by concentrating hard and holding your ass muscles tight. But with the large about of shit up there, and the knowledge that a lot of other things are you going to happen before you get to shit out the plug, you know you'll need some help in order to stay continent. That's where the rubber pants come in. Yeah, you love rubber. You know lots of things: you're crapped yourself in thick fluffy diapers, in athletic lycra shorts, in tight calvin klein briefs. But this is your favorite. The cold rubber slides up your calves - over your knees. The pants are really tight... they aren't even half-way up your thighs and they are stretching out.
It's tricky to pull the pants over the butt plug. You sure don't want to tear the rubber. It takes some jiggling, but with a SNAP, the shorts fit in place, holding everything in. And I mean EVERYHING is held in. Your balls are pulled tight in a constricting pouch. Your dick gets hard, straining against the rubber, and might soon pop over the top of the rubber briefs. But the best feeling is the way the rubber shorts push the butt plug in as tight as possible. It slides another half inch into your ass - not a lot of distance, but enough to make you suck in a quick breath. Man, there's no way you're going to shit out that plug now. You feel the outline of your hard dick in the front of the shorts, and you know that the way the rubber diminishes your sensitivity mean that it's a lot harder to jack off now. That's a good thing... you'll need to keep from coming for at least a half hour more if you're going to get through this.
Next on is the rubber shirt. This one always makes you sweat. That's part of the fun... the struggle to pull on the rubber... the constricting feeling when it's on knowing that it will take a while to get out of it again. It's like a little bondage right there in your bathroom by yourself. It goes over your head easily enough. That's always fun, since there's a frightening second when the smell of the rubber hits you all at once. Your head is in the rubber shirt, and it's hard to breathe for a second. In the time it take for you to pop your head through the hole in the top, all you smell is caustic, industrial rubber, You know that the stink of it is going to stay with you for a long time afterward, giving your shoulders and chest that great rubbery scent.
It takes a while longer to pull the shirt down over your back and down your stomach. You look into the bathroom mirror opposite the bathtub. Yeah, it looks nice. You like the way the tight rubber makes you look thinner. The way the black rubber makes you look otherworldy, like a space alien or an underground sewer worker. The shirt pulls down to fits inside your rubber briefs. So, from neck to thighs, you are encased in tight rubber. The tucked-in shirt makes in even harder to pull out your dick and jack off, so maybe now you resign yourself to putting away your hard dick and just concentrate on being a pig. Removing the temptation to jack off will increase your ability to sense things more clearly, see more clearly , and (most importantly as you will find out later) smell more clearly. And dare you think it? Taste more clearly.
There's a rubber hood, too, and maybe now is a good time to put it on. You know that once the hood is on, there's no turning back. You become a total pig. That's the way it's always affected you for some reason. You wish you would have brought in some rubber boots to complete the outfit, maybe some thigh-high ones, but you forgot them. They're in the closet, and right now you down want to leave the bathroom. The hoof has mouth and nose holes, and sometimes it's really tough to line them up over your face. Even more difficult now, the way you're sweating and nervous. You take a deep breath and stretch the hood over your head.
Whoops. If you thought you smelled rubber before, you really smell it now. And there's other scents like shit, piss, and puke. You've played in this hood many times before. In the split-second before the nose holes aligned, you smell all the fucking sick sex you've had in the past. Yeah, you're a lowlife shit pig, not fit to live with the rest of civilization. A fucking mutant, the lowest form of scum. You eat shit, drink piss, and lick up any type of disgusting flth you can find. You're a shit pig, a rubber boy in his shit suit, ready for a complete orgy.
The hood always makes you feel like this. You look at your reflection in the mirror and don't even recognize yourself. Two feverish eyes look out of a pitch-black rubber hood. Your tongue sticks out a little bit from the mouth hole, wet and pink. You know that it's time to start using that mouth hole, and it's time to start the "real stuff". You stretch a little, feeling the rubber settle around your body. That's good, because it's going to be on for quite a long time.
You lean over and open the package off the floor. It's not like you've forgotten about it through all the dressing and rubber fantasies. The box has always been at the forfront of your mind, and now is the time to consider it properly. Fuck! The box it taped shut tightly. Really tight, airtight, in fact (and there's a reason why it's airtight, as you well know). All the stuff you moved in the bathroom, and you forgot to include a scissors. Damn! Wait a minute - there's a fingernail clippers in the bathroom cabinet. You step out of the tub for a second and frantically find the clippers. Luckily, they're on the bottom shelf where they should be, and they have a sharp metal file on the side that will work. You weren't in the mood to run through your house looking like you do right now.
You look at the brown paper surrounding the box. There's your address but that's it. No return address, just a few stamps. There's a lot of tape on the outside of the box, but you find an edge with the fingernail clippers and the side of thebox comes off.
....fuck...
The smell hits you instantly. There's a reason the box was sealed up so tight. It's a shit storm in there. And the stink fills up the small bathroom. Even through the small holes in the rubber mask you can smell it. A mixture of rubber, grease, and shit. Because that's what's in the package. Human shit. And not your own. It's in the box because you ASKED for it. You BEGGED for it. And some master that you don't even know, that you met on the internet has sent it to you.
You there's a turd in the box, maybe a few of them, but you can't see it yet. You can just smell it. There's more plastic - what looks like several black baggies wrapped around some kind of mass at the center. There's tape around the bags, too. And you have to resort to the "pinchy" side of the fingernail clippers to slice open a three, inch hole in the plastic wrap. You know that you don't puncture the shit bag... not just yet. You don't want to make a mess of the bathroom. Well, you DO want to make a mess, but not y accident. Everything today is perfectly planned.
And it goes as plan, as the opening in the black bags lets you grab the corner of a clear plastic bag, This one's the kind that sandwiches are wrapped in. Kind of a saran wrap. Oh yeah, the shit in there. You can tell because the smell all of a sudden gets a lot stronger. The clear bag feels warm in your hand, almost like the shit just came out of your internet master's ass. It feels like it's just been crapped out, even though the box has been in transit for 24 hours by now. You know that the heat is from the chemical processes breaking down the shit - rotting it even as you sit there in the tub holding it. But it's nice to fantasize about it being fresh and steaming, laying under someone's asshole and feeling the shit flow out of his anus and into your mouth. Yeah, that would be nice. But for now, this will have to do.
Inside the plastic bag is brown. Completely brown. You can't see any turd inside it at all. It looks like a uniform brown stew. You worry that maybe the turd has liquefied during its journey. That could happen. It's slightly disappointing, but that's ok, too. Hard shit or runny, you're a shit pig who will suck down anything. Your breathing gets heavy inside the rubber mask, your nostrils flaring at the nose holes, sucking in more and more shit stink with every breath. Your dick is oozing precum inside your shorts, making them a slippery mess. You think you might be able to cum just by rubbing the outside of your shorts really hard. Maybe you'll do that later. But only later, after the main job is done.
You don't want to do this. You DO want to do this. You HAVE to. But you kind of resent the urge inside you driving you to such depravity. You know how it's going to end - with a belly full of shit, and a nasty smell still lingering in the air. You know that's you'll be belching up shit burps for the next three hours. You don't know what makes you do this. What brought you to holding a bag full of another person's shit while lying in a bathtub? And how much further can you sink? Will you be scraping out anonymous shit from port-potties, licking off the diarrhea edges off of filthy toilets in public bathrooms? The idea of the future scares you, but at the same time, the idea of sinking that low - becoming a total shit pig - makes you hornier than you could ever imagine. And if your orgasms are that spectacular now, what will they be like two years from now, or three?
But time to do the deed. You open up your mouth inside the black hood, straining and stretching the mouth hole. Your mouth is watering, and for a second, you consider opening up the bag, and pouring the contents down your throat like an obscene drink. Or maybe getting a straw and sucking the mess up. You've seen people suck thing into their nose with a straw, maybe you can do that. Hmmm, things to think about (and to make you harder). Instead, you simply place one corner of the plastic bag in your mouth.
Yeah, you can feel the warmth again. It feels like a bag of hot oatmeal on your tongue. But there's no taste... not yet. Just a slight tang of plastic, and that overwhelming stench of shit in the air. And now that the bag is in your hand, you can feel several large lumps in it. Two or maybe three... yeah there's some huge logs inside mixed with the liquid shit. It seems like there was "some settling during shipping". But you don't care - you expected it. You've got a mouthful of shit a millimeter from your mouth, with only a think layer of plastic in the way.
There's a way you've played before. In fact, you've done it maybe a dozen times. You shit into a bag one time, then got a pencil. You wrapped the bag around the pencil, and twisted and twisted it. The plastic bag got tighter and tighter and increased the pressure on the shit inside. Then, you put one corner of the bag in your mouth, and kept twisting. The anticipation was excruciating... like watching a balloon getting inflated until you knew it was going to pop. And pop it always did, shooting the shit down your throat with incredible force. You love the sudden rush as the shit filled your mouth, often shooting down past your tongue so fast you almost didn't taste it. You used to do this last year when you were still new to eating your own shit. The quick pop would force you to choke it down before you had second thoughts. Though you stopped playing this game when the last time the bag popped the OTHER direction, and the shit flew past the pencil, coating the walls and ceiling.
You stopped playing the twisted baggie game because you learned to savor the taste of your own shit. Plus, you've now graduated from you own shit to someone else's and you don't want to forget the flavor of this. So, you gently nibble a hole in the corner of the bag, chew a quarter-inch plastic seam, and suddenly the shit can flow into your mouth. And that's when it starts.
It's not an explosion, but a slow trickle. The problem is, it's a constant trickle, and once it starts, it would be hard to turn the baggie upside down to stop it. So, you have to keep sucking and sucking as the shit fills your mouth. It tastes like... well, SHIT. That's a flippant thing to say, but it's true. There's no taste like it in the world, and everything from spam to McDonald's gets compared to it. But to be more truthful, there are many tastes to shit. Maybe there isn't a specific category for day-old semi-liquefied shit that's been sent to you in a box, but it's a distinct sensation.
There are many different taste sensors on the human tongue. You learn about them in grade school: sweet, sour, salty. There's even a new one that some Japanese scientists discovered in the nineties called "umami", but maybe you have to be Japanese to know what that tastes like. This morning, it's the bitter sensors that are getting a workout. Because this shit is RANK. It's been fermenting on it's journey, cooking inside all that plastic wrap. So the first flavor that you recognize tastes like rotting garbage, like sewage in a week-old shithouse. It makes you gag, and for a second, you think that you're going to puke. You feel the shit going down your throat at the same time that your stomach rebels and says "Stop! Something's wrong!" At the same time, the bag full of shit keeps flowing out of the corner hole and there's no stopping it.
There could have been a sad and quick end to this bathroom session, with puke rising out of your throat and colliding with the shit coming out of the bag. You almost retched up everything and splattered the bathroom walls with the concoction. But you suddenly hit "shit nirvana". It's hard to describe to someone who's never eaten shit, much less a huge amount of it at one time, but there's a state where you don't taste anything anymore. It could have been beer flowing into your mouth, or milk. Ok, ok, chunky beer with occasionally chewy pellets, but when there's so much shit in the air, and in your mouth and throat and stomach, after a minute the taste is just the same. The liquid shit stops flowing and you suck the last drops from the bag, holding it over your mouth like a wine skin.
You drop the filthy bag on your chest and smack you lips. Your tongue is digging shitty bits from around your cheeks and gums. There's shit everywhere, smeared on the outside of the hood, dripping down into the tub, pooling on your chest. You lay there panting out shitty breaths with every exhalation. You've done it. You've sucked down a stranger's shit. It's just about the nastiest thing a shit pig could do. Well, you've started. There's still more to go.
You sit up, and feel your rubber shirt sliding in a pool of shit at the back of the tub. You know your rubber will be covered in brown shit before this session is over. You sit up and hold the baggie with both shit-covered hands. There's stilla pretty big mess inside. You brace yourself, and pull apart the ziplock opening and... fuck. There they are. Three huge turds. Semi-soft. Covered in mucus and shit juices. Well, maybe one big turd and two smaller ones.
The intense smell coming from the bag makes your head reel. Part of you wants to close the bag up, put it back in the box, and throw it away. But you know you have to do more. You take one shaking hand and tentatively touch the larger turd. It's a beauty - about eight inches and at least half a pound. Your finger touches the side of the turd. Even covered in slime, you can see these bumps and ridges all along the turd, where it took it's time sliding down your master's chute. Your finger sticks into the turd a little bit, coloring the tip of your finger and nail dark brown. It looks like of the two smaller turds, one's a bit softer and one's harder. Maybe you should start with the harder one first.
You burp once, and can taste the flavor of the runny shit. Your mouth waters, and now you know it's time for some harder shit. But you don't want to use your hand... that would be too easy. Instead, you lift the baggie up you your hood, and try to nibble the harder turd through the mouth hole.
This is a lot harder than it sounds. The hole in the rubber hood isn't very big - maybe just as large in diameter as the turd is. Plus, to bite down into the larger nugget, you have to stick most of your face into the plastic bag. Shit not only forces the intense stench into your nose, but smears the runny shit all over your cheeks and chin. You stick your tongue out and hit the turd. Man, this one takes even more rank than the runny shit, if such a thing is possible. The turd scrapes against your front teeth. Fianlly, you manuver the smaller turd so that the tip sits right at your lips, and with one strong suck, it shoots through the hole in the hood in into your mouth.
You sit up with the baggie in your lap, panting heavily. Your breath moves over the turd, breathing out shitstink. Man, this is nasty. You can't see your face while sitting in the tub, but you know it must look like holy hell. There's shit dripping off your forehead into your eyes. Your nose holes are partially plugged up, and breathing through your nose makes a wheezing noise. You are fucking pig. There's a stranger's turd melting in your mouth. There's no way of avoiding the fact, you are complete trash.
With your tongue, you can feel along the length of the turd. It's about the size of a golf ball. It must have been the hardest part that first came out of your master's asshole... the leading edge before the turd got softer. You start sucking on it, and you can taste those old familiar shit juices sliding down your throat again. It's like cleaning off the turd - sucking it dry. When all the mucus and slime is swallowed off, all you have left is a hard nugget to suck on like a jawbreaker.
You spit out the turdlet and look at it. With it "cleaned off" there isn't much stink left (besides the shit air floating around the bathroom). Instead, the turd looks like a rock. It's perfectly-formed, and really hard. Maybe you should let it dry out. You've done that before... put it in a box with a screen on it so the flies can't get in. In about four days, all you have left is a smaller mummified dried out turd. But no, you know you want to eat this one.
You know what you're going to do, and you try not to think about it. You bring the turd up to your mouth and bite it in half. Now, this is a lot harder than just drinking shit water. All of a sudden, your mouth feels the TEXTURE of the turd, not just the flavor. When your front teeth sink into the caramel thickness of it, there's no doubt that you're EATING shit. You know your front teeth are just covered in the shit now, and it's going to take a lot of licking to make them clean again.
Now your mouth starts watering, the way it does when you're eating something. Those salivary glands just start working, and soon your mouth is a paste of spit and shit. You shift the turd to your back molars. You chew it up softly, just mashing your back teeth into it part-way. Even though the turd is soft, it quickly turns into a thick paste. It tastes like eating a juicy steak. You hold the paste in your mouth for a few minutes, feeling your salivary glands pump out more and more spit to try and deal with the mess. The resulting stew slides down your throat every time you swallow. Man, what fucking disgusting slop.
As you digest the chew-up shit, you feel your hard dick through the rubber shorts. There's a veritable lake of pre cum oozing around in there. It's like your dick and balls are swimming in cum and sweat. You think you could shoot at any minute, but you don't. Not yet. There's still a lot more shit to go through.
The next turd is the longer one, and it should be properly worshipped. At almost ten inches long, it's a wonder it fit into the box at all without breaking. You lift it out of the brown baggie with your shitty right hand, and caress it. Damn, you can feel it's weight and heft. It's pretty solid, though kind of soft toward the end when it bent to fit in the box. It's like holding a baby, or maybe a piece of meat.
You stick one end of the turd in your mouth like a dick. You suck the shit juices off of it, and bob you head back and forth like a good cock sucker. Expect it's not a cock you're sucking. not this time. It's a human turd. You're sucking someone else's shit like it was a big dick. And it would be a nice dick, too, if it was real. The middle of the turd moves against the rubber mouth hole opening, scraping chunks of shit into your hood around your lips. Those chunks fall to your chin inside the hood, making the lower part of the hood next to your face a stinking swamp.
You keep sucking until all the liquid is off the turd. You take it out of your mouth for a second and look at it. Yeah, it's nice. You lick your tongue all the way down it from tip to tip. Man, that puts a lot of rank taste on your tongue. Even though you don't want to, you do it again. Lick. Lick. The other end is softer, almost like Play-Dough. You stick that end into your rubber hood, and feel the creamy softness mash against your upper lips. Oops, it's kind of tricky, like threading a needle, and most of the soft end of the turd got mashed against your hood into your face.
For some reason, this puts you into a shit frenzy. It's not even shit EATING anymore, it's more of a force-feeding as you cram the entire turd into your open mouth. Some of the shit ends up outside the hood, some of it squirts inside the hood all over your cheeks. But most of it gets crammed into your mouth and down your throat.
If you've never don't forced shit-feeding, you won't understand. But there's a method to keeping your throat relaxed and just letting the shit go down your throat. Feeling that rank mass hit the back of your tonsils is tricky, and some shit bottoms puke at this stage. But if done right, it gives you the incredible feeling of being a human toilet - just a pipe going from the guy's ass into your stomach. There's no teeth involved, just a gurgling noise as you try to choke the shit down. Some guys need liquid to do this, some like the top to piss into their mouth and help lubricate the turd into their gullet. But with the rank shit juices from the fermenting bag, you are doing just fine. With eight or ten gulps, the turd is completely swallowed, like a baby bird. You feel it hit your stomach, and your stomach rumbles once or twice after receiving such a big meal so quickly.
Everything’s over but the aftermath. You take your finger and push the shit that is ticking to the outside of your hood into your mouth. There's a good four or five fingerfuls there, like masses of sticky peanut butter mashed to your face and lips. You savor the last of the bug turd, chewing this part. Feeling the shit squirt about your gums and inside your cheeks. You take your finger like a toothbrush and push some shit into your lower lip, like it was a wad or chewing tobacco. You make sure that every inch of the inside of your mouth is covered in shit, the way you like it.
Time to stand up, and you do so with shaky legs. You look down... you had remembered to put the stopper in the tub, so you realize you're standing in about an inch of shitty water mixed with sweat. It's pooling at the stopper at the bottom of the tub, and you know you're going to drink that mess later. Best way to make things clean is to use your tongue!
You look into the mirror opposite the tub for the first time. Yeah, what you expected. Your rubber hood is covered in shit, so it looks more brown than black. Your mouth is just an open sewer hole, and your nose holes are clogged with shit. Your eyes are bloodshot from the effort. The shit it dripping off your face onto your rubber shirt. You take your hands and smear the liquid shit all over your chest. Yeah, that looks nice. You look like a shit monster, some creature from the brown lagoon who has just come up from under the muck in order to feast on shit. You'd like to stay this way for a while, let the shit dry and flake off, but you know you have better things to do. So off comes the rubber.
You take off the hood first. It's a little hard because it's so smeared with shit. You pull it over your mouth and take some deep breaths for the first time. Man, that feels good, even if it is shitty smelling air you're sucking into your lungs. With a SNAP, you pull the rest of the hood off your head, and it spatters the inside of the shower with brown particles. Fuck. You'll have lick those off later. You look at your face again in the bathroom mirror... sweaty, the shit streaked into your hair and smeared across your forehead. Your nose and mouth are brown stained, with shit still dripping off your tongue. There's shit water dripping from the rubber hood too, or it could be sweat. Whatever, doesn't matter, you lift the hood over your mouth, and suck the remaining juices from the rubber. Damn. Tastes more like rubber than shit, but maybe you're getting used to the odor.
The rubber shirt comes off next, and it's not as much effort to get off than on. You're sweating like a pig under there, and the sweat dripping from your rank pits and down your sides makes the shirt slide off over your head. You drop it into the shitty water in the tub. Maybe you'll put it on again later. Some days, when you're a real shit pig, you'll do a shit session, then clean up with a hot soapy shower. Then, when you have to put your stinking rags on again, for some reason it's even more nasty than the first time. But today you're interested in getting filthier, not cleaner.
In the mirror, you can see your dick straining against the rubber shorts. There's no much shit on the shorts, except maybe in the back on your ass where you've been sitting in the shitty tub. The slide down, and your dick pops out. Yeah, it's still rock hard. Your balls are pulled up tight, and you know that since they have three day's worth of cum stored up in them, they are ready to shoot. You drop the shorts into the tub, and feel the butt plug want to pop out. Fuck, you'd almost forgotten about that. The whole time you were eating shit, you had forgotten it was still up your ass. That's a little funny - that you could not notice a fist-sized plug up your rectum, but you were so fixated on the shit that you didn't notice. Well, it's time for it to come out, but you want to do it the right way.
You get on all fours, and put the plastic baggie under your face. It's opened up, and you can see the last soft shit at the bottom, along with the remaining shit juices. There's not much left, but enough to get you through this step. You tug on the butt plug with one hand. Yeah, it's about to come out. The change in position has made your guts move, and the whole crap load is sliding down your bowels looking for release. You pull the plug out an inch. Damn, it's wider than you remember. Or maybe your nervousness has your sphincter sealed tight. No matter, you pull on the plug and feel your hole open up. You let go of the plug, and feel it snap back into place - maybe not seated as deeply since the turd had moved forward a little, but the plug goes back into your ass. You do it again, pull out and release. The action makes your asshole quiver a little bit.
It also make you have to shit. The stimulation sends a message to your guts that it's time to take a crap. And the third time, when you pull the plug out, your stomach involuntarily spasms, pushing the shit to overflow around the plug. Fuck, you knew that was going to happen. You push the plug back in anyway, and your own shit plop on the bottom of the tub, and squirts around the plug. What the hell, cheap lube. You start fucking your ass furiously with the butt plug, pulling it in and out. This mashes the shit all over your ass cheeks and creates an ungodly smell in the bathroom. Even you're repulsed, even after all the shit you've eaten.
You know that if you keep this up, you're going to shoot. You've shot before without touching your dick: the first time you ate a lump of your own shit, for example. Or the time you first gave yourself an enema. Just having that plug bump against your prostate is enough to cause you to lose it. So, with a little bit of regret, you pull the plug out completely and let it drop to the bottom of the tub. Two or three handfuls of shit follows it, and creates a pile near your knees. You know that you could bear down right now and shit out the entire contents of your ass, but you want to save it for a while. Let it cook for a little longer inside your intestines.
Your mouth is drooling again, and you need to eat something. You open up the rubber shorts and sniff inside. Damn, smells like cum. Cum and sweat and something else. Maybe the musky stench of unwashed balls. Or head cheese. you're not sure. But there's a bit of sticky precum in there, like a little pool. You bend down, and lick out the inside of the shorts, like a dog. Mmm, salty. Nothing like the smell and taste of cum. And you've swallowed quite a bit of it in your time.
You turn behind you and scoop up half the shit from the pile at your knees. It's still hot, direct from your ass, and you need both hands to pick it up. It's really soft, and there's a lot of it from the two days you've saved up. Before you can think twice, you close your eyes and mash it straight into your face. Your mouth is closed, and you feel the shit go up your nose, all over your cheeks, and into your eye sockets. You hold it there for a minute, and then let your hands drop. Most of the shit drops off your face to the bottom of the tub. But not all of it, some of it sticks clinging to your head like warm mud.
You open your mouth to breath, and take in a few gasps. You almost inhale a mouthful of shit along with it. You can't see, you can't breathe through your nose. For some shit novices, this can be a scary part. You pant heavily, still on all fours, and use your shitty hands to scrape the shit away from your eyes. Well, scrape isn't the right word. Instead, you start smearing, anywhere you can mash the shit: into your hair, into your ears, and down your neck. You're not happy until you smear soft warm shit over your entire face, and stick your fingers into your mouth to clean them off.
You open your eyes and kneel. You can barely see your face in the bathroom mirror, but it's not like you could see much anyway. There are two eyes staring out of a pile of mud. You open your mouth to breath, and it looks like a shit volcano that's overflowing. You've missed a spot above your right eye, so you bend down in the tub and grab another handful of shit. You hold the shit in one hand, and use the other to paint it on, like indian warpaint. Man, this is a nasty process, and it takes a long time. When you've finished covering your face uniformly, you move to smearing the shit down your neck and chest.
You've got a nice chest, pretty broad, and kind of hairy. The hair is nice since it holds the shit to your skin. The handful gets smeared over your pecs and upper abdomen. You feel and electric thrill as you brush against your nipples. Man that feels good, and you get two fingerfuls of shit on each hand and start to massage your nips with shit as lube. That's a good fucking stink, and your dick starts to respond, bobbing up and starting to get hard again. When it's fully erect, you consider taking a handful of shit and jacking off, but you know it's way too early to shoot. Plus, there's still more body paint to smear on.
The next handful goes under your armpits. You think it's kind of funny... it's looks like you're standing in the shower lathering yourself, but instead you're getting LESS clean as you scrub. You love putting shit in your pits, you like the way it smears and feels slick as you move your arms. You raise one arm over your head and sniff your shit pit deeply. You haven't showered in days, but there's no way you could smell your body odor over that shit stink. Instead, in just combines nicely into a strange smell. You wish your hot internet shit top was here. You'd ask him to rub his shit into his own pits so you could lick it out. Nothing like feeling the slickness of shit all over your head as you bury your face into a shit-filled armpit. If you've never experienced that feeling, well, never mind.
There's just one more handful of your own soft shit left - not enough to do your legs and feet. That's a shame. You like dirty feet, and would love to lick your master's shitty toes almost as much as licking out a shitty armpit. Or, sometimes you take a shit into your own boots and walk around the house for a while, feeling the gunk mash between your toes. Then, you bury your face in your boot or sneaker and eat out the mess. Yeah, it makes the shoe smell like shit for weeks afterward, blending into a nice stink of foot odor and shit.
But today, you concentrate on smearing shit on your stomach and groin, down to your thighs. You leave your dick and balls for now, and they're jumping in anticipation. Fuck, you should have out on a bal stretcher before. But with your hands slick with shit, there's no way you could snap one on now. Oh well... you move your hands to your asscheeks, and cover them with shit.
Your ass is plastered with shit from your recent bowel movement. You take one finger, and trace it up your shitty crack to touch your asshole. Man, it's like an electric shock, and your asshole opens up again, wanting to be fucked. You a one big motherfucking shit whore. Just dying for a shit fuck. You dig your fingers into your ass and feel the shit that's just inside. You think there's still some left up there, so you squat down in the tub and put your hands under your ass, ready to catch any shit.
You bear down. With a big fart, a mess of shit flies out. Some of it splatters into the tub, but you catch most of it. You fart again. Damn, you're cramping up. You must be almost empty. Your guts groan one more time, and then you think you're done. But you still have a mass of shit in your hands, and your dick and balls are still relatively clean. So you know where it goes.
Back up for a second and look at yourself. You're a total fucking shit pig. You're kneeling in what looks like a cesspool... an inch of liquid and splattered shit all over the bottom of the tub. You're kneeling there like a bitch, with your discarded sweaty rubber clothing all around you. You've got shit rubber all over your body and face in a thick paste, and the lingering taste of shit still in your mouth. You can run your tongue around and still find bits of bitter undigested food particles. Absolutely fucking disgusting. But your dick is rock hard and pointing out from your body, so you must be enjoying it.
You plop that hot mass of shit onto your crotch. You feel the heat of it instantly, like dumping warm oatmeal on your dick and balls. There's almost too much shit to jack off with... you have to scrape some to the side to find your dick. It's trying to stick up through the muck like a toadstool coming out of a cow patty. So, instead you concentrate on your alls, pulling on them and rubbing shit into your ball hair.
Your balls are pulled up tight against your groin since they want to shoot. It takes a few minutes to pull them back down again. You wish again you would have remembered that ball stretcher. you own several, and one serious one you have makes your balls dro pdown three inches. Kinda of painful, but it's a good pain. Your a pretty hairy fellow, so the shit clings nicely to your balls and makes them a uniform brown.
You've got a lot of public hair above your dick, too. And with that pile of shit on it, it's going to take a long time to wash it out. But you down care right now, instead it feels nice to massage the shit into your pubes like a shit shampoo. You massage the shit all over your inner thighs and stomach, stirring up more of that shit stink into the bathroom.
And your dick needs attention. You think it's time for a little jacking off. Though if your master was here, you'd like it to NOT cum, even when the session is over. Nothing gets you off more than being used as a toilet, eating shit, drinking piss, and then being left lying on the floor covered in your master's shit. In an ideal world, you'd find a master to put you in a chastity belt so you couldn't cum for weeks at a time. He's feed you his piss and shit daily, until your balls would be blue and aching to be milked. But today is not that day.
You scoop up a handful of shit into your right hand and grab your dick. It's an instant electrical surge. Is there any feeling that's better than that for a guy? Man, you get harder than a chisel. You move your hand slowly up and down your shaft. You close your eyes and inhale the shit stink all over your body. You imagine that your master is standing right there, giving you permission to cum
You think of the most disgusting fantasies that you can while you beat your meat with a fistful of shit. You imagine yourself trapped in an outhouse for a week, forced to swallow loads of shit from anonymous construction workers. You imagine that your master has you chained up in the basement of his dungeon, force feeding you his shit, and making you eat dog turds, horse turds, cat and pig shit. You imagine being immobilized in rubber, wrapped in layer and layer of constricting wetsuits, tied up like a mummy, with nothing but a mouth tube to breathe out of that's dripping a continuous stream of liquid shit into your belly. Yeah, fuck! You imagine yourself covered in shit for a weekend, a week, a month. You masturbate furiously, thinking about living on nothing but shit and puke for the rest of your life. There's shit flying all over the bathroom walls as you jack off, the other hand sneaking around to play in your shitty asshole. You think of your internet master, and all his shit that you just ate and smeared all over yourself and
and you shoot
and you shoot
and you shoot
and you shoot
Long streams of cum fly out of your dick. You feel one of those pent-up, intense orgasms that strikes you down to your toes. You hunch over, cum spurting all over the shitty tub floor. Luckily, most of the cum lands in the open plastic baggie beneath you, just as planned. You jack off a few more seconds, feeling the amazing jerking feeling you get after you cum. You look down at yourself, just a shit-covered filth pig, a slime maggot, not fit for society. Dripping with shit and unknown substances, the taste of another man's filth still in your mouth along with his fecal matter, bits of undigested food, and ass slime.
You look down at the baggie, still full of one more half-turd. This one soft and cool, covered in your own cum. Damn, you KNOW you're going to have to eat it. A cum-covered piece of shit. And there's still more for dessert... a tub full of shitty water you have to drink, and lots of splattered shit on the walls to lick off.
It's going to be a long night. You only wish your internet master was there to see how well you ate his shit. Oh well, at least the videotape was rolling. That means you have some proof of what an inhuman shit fag you are. And you're happy that you have something to put back in the box and send your internet master. One more package send back, and in return maybe if you're lucky you'll get more shit. Maybe five day's worth this time, maybe a whole week worth of saved up shit, frozen shit-sickles, dried shit.
Yeah, this is going to be an expensive month for postage bills. There's going to be a lot of discreet brown boxes send back and forth. You better empty your stomach and get ready for another special delivery.