The sound of a bell echoed through my room at 9 am, followed by Christina’s husky, drowsy voice, “I’ll be here with Jana within the hour, and we need to prepare the studio.” They usually didn’t arrive so early, but I was eager to begin my day serving them. Jana went first, and I couldn’t help but hope that Christina would follow. Her excrement was my favorite, and I had to please Jana first to earn the right to serve Christina. As I attended to Jana, Christina grew impatient, “Hurry up, I want to finish shaving too!”
Finally, it was Christina’s turn. She removed her leggings, revealing her youthful, shapely derrière. From my vantage point, I watched as she relieved herself, releasing a large, warm, and delicious pile into my mouth. The smell and taste of her excrement had become familiar and comforting to me. With a satisfied sigh, she exclaimed, “Ah, finally!” as her body shuddered with pleasure. Christina had fed me well, and both women left the studio satisfied and laughing. There’s something uniquely satisfying about tasting the remnants of undigested food, such as corn, peels, or even bones, in their excrement.