After abstaining from bowel movements for two days, I prepared myself by consuming an abundance of fruit. As I waited for my shit-eater to arrive, my anticipation grew. The moment he entered, he hastily undressed, opening his mouth just in time to receive a hot, smelly pile of fresh diarrhea. His eyes widened in shock, and he attempted to swallow, but the sheer volume of liquid waste flooding his mouth was too much to handle. Today, he indulges in a hearty breakfast, as he dines on my fresh shit – my very own diarrhea.