Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Christina fed me with her shit after the holidays

It was the first time I met Christina after the holidays and I was thrilled. We had been chatting online for months about our shared interest in scat, and now we were finally going to meet face-to-face. When I arrived at her place, she greeted me at the door with a soft smile and an aroma that could only belong to a full diaper. My heart raced as I realized what this meant: I was about to witness the ultimate display of our darkest fantasy.

Christina led me into her cozy living room, where she promptly shut the door behind us. She said she had something special planned for me today and wanted to give me a taste of what life could be like with her – and by her, I knew she meant soaked in her filth. Without further ado, she unzipped her jeans and lowered her pajama pants to reveal two massive turds nestled snugly in her diaper. The thick stink emanating from them made my mouth water uncontrollably.

Christina grinned wickedly as she grabbed a bottle of apple juice from the table. "Drink up, baby. It's all for you," she purred, pouring the liquid slowly over the nuggets of shit. Immediately, my mind filled with vivid images of swallowing her diaper's essence, and my stomach growled in anticipation. Christina chuckled in delight and placed one of the soaked turds in my mouth. The taste was indescribable – a mix of sweetness and putrid feces that sent shivers down my spine. With each bite, I felt myself falling deeper into her smelly world.

Christina continued feeding me her shit, taking turns between mouthfuls herself, the scent intensifying as she devoured her own waste. It was the most intimate and humiliating act we'd ever shared, and yet it felt more natural than anything else. We were both completely lost in our delirium, lost in the scent of our filth and the taste of each other's excrement. Time seemed to stand still as we consumed every last drop of each other's shit, savoring every moment of our depravity.

When we were finally spent, satiated by our own filth, Christina helped me to my feet and led me to her bathroom. There, she revealed another surprise: a massive tub filled with warm, steaming excrement. She invited me to bathe in it with her, promising it would be the best part of our sick little game. Without hesitation, I climbed into the tub and felt myself sink into the heat and stench of human waste. Together, we scrubbed each other's bodies clean, our digits slick with grease and feces, our mouths still reeking of our shared taste. As we made love amidst the filth, Christina whispered into my ear that this was only the beginning – that she dreamed of living the rest of her life in a world where filth was the only thing that mattered.

That night, as I lay in bed, my heart pounded with the memory of our encounter. A part of me felt disgusted by what we had done, but another part was captivated by the power of our connection. For the first time in my life, I felt truly understood – understood by someone who shared my deepest, darkest desires, no matter how twisted or taboo they might be. And so, exhausted but exhilarated, I closed my eyes and let the scent of my own shit lull me into a dreamless sleep, eager to see where this journey would take us next.