After abstaining from defecation for two days and loading up on fruit, I eagerly awaited the arrival of my shit-eater. The moment he stepped in, he hastily undressed, opening his mouth for the heap of fresh, hot, and smelly diarrhea I had prepared.
His eyes widened in shock, making adorable squeaking noises as he tried to swallow, but it was too late. The diarrhea flooded his mouth, spilling over and drenching him. Today, he’s enjoying a hearty breakfast, savoring my fresh shit, my very own diarrhea.