Double Trouble - Right up My Ass

Welcome, dear visitor to our scat fetish site. Today we have a special treat for you, a story featuring the double trouble of shitting and scat. The narrator, played by me, is ready to give you the experience of a lifetime. Imagine my big round ass, almost blueish from the past day's dirty deeds, awaiting your attentions. Yes, you read that right - dirty deeds! I've been engaging in all sorts of naughty activities, just for your amusement.

Now, let's get down to business. I've just finished an enormous meal, and my gut is bursting. As I feel my insides churning and grumbling with discontent, I know what's coming next. Slowly, I move towards the toilet, my ass waggling enticingly as I do so. I can't help but imagine your eager tongue cleaning up after me once I've finished my business. The thought makes me horny as hell.

As I stand before the toilet, my pants around my ankles, I let out a long, low moan. The weight of my heavy shit is pressing against my G-spot, making me writhe in pleasure. With one loud grunt, I expel a massive load onto the porcelain bowl. It's as long and wide as my arm, a thick strand of lumpy brown shit that glistens with saliva and sweat. The smell hits you - rich, earthy, and utterly intoxicating.

I turn to face you now, my asshole still glistening from the exertion. "Clean it up," I groan, my voice husky with need. "Get your tongue on that sweet, sweet shit." And so you do, licking and slurping at my bowels-gazing asshole with relish. You clean up every inch of my offering, paying particular attention to the thick, gooey residue at my anal ring.

Finally, when your tongue feels sticky and your mouth is filled with the musky taste of freshly expelled feces, I hold out my hand. "Bring it here," I demand, my voice now commanding. You approach hesitantly, your eyes fixed on the dark smear on my palm. Nervously, you bring the smeared offering closer to my face, and I inhale deep, smiling at the rich, intoxicating aroma.

With a powerful thrust, I force the mass of shit into your mouth, overfilling your cheeks. "Don't you dare swallow," I warn you, my fingers tracing the outline of your lips. "You're going to savor every bit of this for as long as I tell you to." And so you do, holding onto my offering as your mouth fills with warmth and taste. You're now experiencing a new level of pleasure, one that only a true scat connoisseur can appreciate.

I watch in satisfaction as you struggle to hold onto my gift, your cheeks now bulging with my thick, glossy pile of shit. The smile on my face widens as I realize that I have you completely under my control. For now, you are living out my most depraved fantasies, and I couldn't be happier.

As you groan under the weight of my offering, I reach down and pull my underwear up over my stretch marks and swollen asshole, finally covering up the scene of my debauchery. You're left standing there, mouth stuffed full of my shit, panties in hand, wondering what comes next. And that, my dear visitor, is the true joy of living out your scat fantasies.