The Heat of Embarrassment (Amongst Other Things)
by Slave Fart

It's been a long time since I've cried from embarrassment at eating someone else's shit. It seems just become so common place that the embarrassment feels almost familiar enough that my cheeks simply harness the energy and propel my mind into a state of willingness for anything humiliating so I can make the other person more superior to me.

Not like it's difficult, seeing as how I'm quite literally serving as their toilet. Think about it, just for a second, how disgusting letting someone shit in your mouth actually is. You're allowing them to turn your mouth into a toilet bowl and your throat into plumbing. If you've never been a toilet, you'll very likely fucking HATE it when given the chance. It's TERRIBLE!!!!

And yet...

It's been pretty well documented that Monica likes humiliating me with other women. She likes to find women that enjoy the sensation of superiority and revel in it, or she likes to find women that are uncovering a part of themselves, using my mouth as a piece of their discovery process.

This story all comes from Monica finding Tara at a hotel bar and introducing her to me. Before you read on, know that what happened is real, and should serve as a very strong reminder that eating shit remains merely a fantasy to many for a very good reason. Eating shit is fucking gross and serving as someone else's toilet will destroy you psychologically over a period of time. You can recover in pieces, but never fully since the other person can sincerely look you in the eyes and call you their toilet from that point on. You'll never get to be on their level again and they'll always own you.

We sometimes go hang at hotel bars and it's actually a great place to meet people early in the night that we can hang out with. We're locals and so we meet people from out of town and then make friends for a weekend and learn about cool spots in other cities.

I wasn't present the night Monica met Tara. Tara is a beautiful blonde who was apparently headed out for a bachelorette party with three other women. Monica was with one of her friends that doesn't know about our extra curricular activities (and honestly would be repulsed) and they both decided it would be fun to join in on the bachelorette party after getting to know Tara and the other girls.

The way Monica tells it, Tara was an absolute, downright bitch. She bought one round for two of her friends and told her both they owed her. She slapped someone and almost got into a full scale catfight because a guy pinched her ass on the dance floor. She apparently told some bouncer that he should eat her shit. Tara got drunk and just absolutely unleashed her bitchy attitude. Monica egged her on at every turn, telling her she was right and supported her.

Monica enjoyed the show and when they got up to the hotel room for the strippers, the bride to be said something about how rude Tara was, but "how much she loved her like a sister"... That was when she noticed the two bacheloretty party hoppers.

"Who are they?"

Tara looked Monica up and down, put her arm around her, and said, "She's with me."

"Well if you're friends with Tara, you're friends with me! Sistersssss!!!"

And that was that. Monica knew she and Tara would get along fine.

Fast forward past the penis cupcakes and dick games, a stripper arrives. He does his dance and the bride to be looks happy as ever. Monica pulls Tara off to the side to do a little digging...

"Have you ever thought about actually making someone eat your shit?"

Tara was confused, but curious, "What? Where is this coming from?"

"You told the bouncer earlier to eat your shit."

"Oh, that? I meant, like, metaphorically. I didn't actually expect him to eat my shit. That's fuckin' weird, right?"

"Maybe... Would you do it?"

They spent a few minutes discussing it and Monica put the idea that if the other person would willingly eat your shit, how gross can it be.

Apparently, Tara started saying that she SHOULD have someone eat her shit, just once, just so she could look them in the eyes and feel their humiliation.

Monica is good like that... She's also good at getting people to do things they wouldn't normally, and while this isn't all THAT relevant, it shows that Monica got Tara to start thinking about using her ass as a weapon...

Tara motioned the stripper to the ground and he obliged. As he laid down, she squatted, sensually, and apparently ripped a rancid fart right in the poor guy's face.

The show was over, and that was the finale. The girls all laughed and Monica exchanged numbers with Tara after learning Tara herself didn't live too far from us...

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Monica has a very rigid process for selecting people that can use her boyfriend as their toilet. She checks for drugs and STDs, and honest to god has these people go through a little bit of a test. I sometimes speed past the process because it's less sexy, but it's important to note here that Tara looks perfect, but found initially that she had some kind of gastrointestinal allergy because of this.

No, it's not a sexy gastrointestinal allergy to people like you and I. It didn't make her poop more or her shit smell worse, it was just that she was allergic to something is all. Sorry.

But let's get to the day, because Monica told me what was going to happen. She gave me a lot of prep time because she wasn't sure if this chick would shit monster dumps like Corrin, medium to large sized like Monica, or have small dumps. This chick might just fart and get scared, but in the event her shit was like that out of a horse, she wanted to give me time.

And so I did, now... When Tara walked through the door, I thought there was no way she could shit a monster load. She was sexy, beautiful, and serene. She strode across the floor and looked right at me.

"Fucking pathetic loser. I can't believe that you can call yourself a man. I'm not calling you a man, because I call a spade a spade. And you? You're a toilet."

Boy, was I at attention fast. Her breasts were ample, round, and inviting. Her ass pressed firmly against her baby blue dress, stretching it to its absolute limits with her massive, shapely ass cheeks.

"Why do you date your toilet," a common question when Monica uses my mouth to serve others.

"Because I love him. He's really quite great as a lover. But that's not why we're here right now, is it? You're here to dominate him. To reduce him from a man, which he is right now by all accounts in your eyes, and turn him into your toilet. Once your shit hits his mouth, there will be no denying it."

"What about my piss?"

"Oh, he'll drink your hot piss, too. But you might pee on a boyfriend, right? A golden shower? Hell, you might even shit on a guy's chest. But in his mouth? With the expectation that he'll eat it?"

"Now THAT'S a human toilet. You hear that? You're going to be my human toilet."

Each word had hate and vitriol stinging my heart, and I looked the blonde beauty in the eyes as she sneered at me, leering her hate.

"Go get in position, slave," Monica said, allowing me to break Tara's menacing gaze.

From here, it was quick. Tara pulled down her dress almost immediately, requested that I stimulate her anus by licking it, and then started taking selfies. She took pictures of her ass above my face. Of her ass and my face close together. She has one video of a fart that lasted 2 or 3 seconds and proclaimed me "fart tongue" for the rest of the night (we actually went out to the bars after I served as her toilet and ate her shit).

It was after another, shorter fart that Tara told me to move my head away from her asshole so I could watch her shit slide from her colon and land in my mouth.

"Beg me to shit in your mouth. Beg me!!! Do it fast, too! I've gotta go!"

I began to beg, but only got, "Please shit in my mouth!" when she started to piss. I drank as fast as I could, but it was so much and so fast. She was well hydrated, though, thank goodness.

She farted again, and I smelled it with her piss in my mouth. The urine was barely salty, which was great and a final fart blew away some of the wet piss off my face. I laughed at the idea that her fart was drying my face and then looked back at her cute asshole, looking at how it was nestled tightly in between her ass cheeks. I looked at how the mountain of ass was spreading on the toilet seat above. I saw her rosebud peek out just a little, and then saw her anus distend, something pushing back on the other side. A turd trying to break free and enter the world, trying to enter my mouth...

"I can... I can feel it... Here, Mon. Take pics, please. Thanks."

I heard the camera snap and started to shake. This woman was a complete stranger with an amazing ass, and here I am... And then there it was.

The tip of her turd was insanely shiny. I knew it would be worse because the shiny ones mean bacteria, and the stink was immediate.

I started coughing and asked, "Are you sure you want me to eat it?"

She laughed, knowing that I hated the position in which I now found myself, "Oh fuck yeah, you're gonna eat it, toilet boy! You're gonna chew my shit and you're going to enjoy it."

The turd still hadn't broken off, hanging above my face, two inches away. Finally, I resigned myself to the facts and opened my mouth, placing my lips around her turd. I placed her shit in my mouth and held it. The beginning inch was hard, but the remaining 7 inches were soft, and her creamy turd wrapped around and slapped the bottom of my chin.

She sighed and I started chewing.

"Wait! Don't swallow, yet! I want to watch when you do," Tara stood up, keeping her ass cheeks separated as she turned. Her eyes locked into mine, "Well... What are you waiting for? Eat my shit."

And then I did as I was commanded. I swallowed and she lost it. Tara laughed, and sat back down above me.

I started at her huge butt cheeks and beautiful asshole. There was another turd, but this one was very small, 3 inches, and dark brown. It stunk to high heavens and Tara remained seated for a moment.

"How do I wipe my ass?"

"Well," Monica said, "Toilet boy will be happy to do it, but that will require him finishing eating your bowel movement and then a shower. Or you can just wipe."

"Oh man... As much as I want him to lick my ass clean, I think I'm going to wipe and then just watch him eat my dump. I'm kind of pissed though. I had Mexican last night and it was spicy as fuck. My asshole doesn't even burn."

She wiped and then stared at me as I chewed and savored her shit. The heat of embarrassment was too much to handle. She smiled and as I was finishing up, she grabbed her stomach.

"Oh... Oh... Fuck me... Fuck yes! Stay down there! Yes!!!!"

Monica was excited too, "Mexican shit?!"

"Mexican shit!"

Tara was moving quickly to get back into position when a little splurt of light brown, creamy shit shot out and slammed against the floor next to my face. I could quite literally feel the spice of her shit. You see, capsaicin doesn't really get removed...

Tara farted, but with it came a runny, mushy dump that filled my mouth and nose. I was coughing and couldn't make out everything she said, but the food she ate had to be so intensely spicy because of what her shit felt like.

"I just want you to know, that this feels so fucking gross. Like my asshole is on fire from the shit I'm taking, and this idiot is laying there underneath me like some fucking human toilet. Fucking hilarious."

Crying wasn't really an option, so I just soldiered on and ate her gross, runny dump.

At the end of it, she spent the rest of the night showing me video and picture evidence that I was pathetic. At one bar, she said something incorrect and when I told her the right answer, she retorted with, "Fucking shut the hell up, shit-eater."

A lady behind us asked a question, and when I went to respond, Tara said, "Nah. The only things with this guy's mouth are shit." It didn't make a ton of sense, but Tara was as rude about having me serve as her toilet as anyone. When we went our separate ways at the end of the night, Tara made sure to take one last picture outside of a club with my face up her ass while she farted...

Ok, so she didn't fart on my face after the club, but she did make me kiss her big phat butt when we all three were around the corner.

Tara will likely not be someone in our regular rotation, but Monica made a new friend, and that's what's important...