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Author’s note:

This story contains mentions of fecal consumption, and heavily focuses on the fecal fetish. The author does not participate in such activities. All science is out the door as well. Please make sure you are over eighteen, and this is not forbidden material where you reside.

Please leave now if you are offended by this type of story. Otherwise, enjoy and happy cumming.

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We met at my son’s school. He was starting preschool, and she was his teacher. I was glad to meet her, because I was looking forward to my son’s first year at school. I wouldn’t have to be taking constant care of him. I could try and find a job.

We got to know each other as the year went on. She often invited moms over to the classroom to talk about their kids. She did something different with me. She actually invited me to her house. She said she was really getting to like me. She was really hoping we could be friends outside of school. I laughed, and asked her if that was frowned upon. She said she didn’t think so, as we weren’t dating. So we struck up a friendship.

We were both married women. Our husbands didn’t really pay much attention to us, so we had that in common. We got together often or just talked on the phone. She’d been married for quite some time now, so had I. She had no kids, and I just had my first kid three years ago. We didn’t have sex most of the time. She said it was the same for her. There was a non-existent sex life.

He got out of preschool that summer, and went to spend some time with his grandma on dad’s side. My husband was working all the time, so this meant I was alone. I had to invite her over. Maybe we could do facials, or some other fun thing.

I invited her that first day after I’d let my son off to his grandparents’ house. I felt confident I was going to have a great time.

Before we knew it, it was four in the afternoon, and we were really drunk. Both of us had abused the subject of our husbands to death. So we moved on.

“I have to use the bathroom.” I said sighing. “I had breakfast, and it was pretty big.”

“Don’t flush. I have to go after. No sense in wasting water.” She said smiling at me as I left to the bathroom.

We talked through the hall. She was in the living room, I’d left the door open. I peed a healthy stream that splashed into the toilet. We kept talking, and she made her way over here. I felt a little shy as she approached. I had to poop, and she was going to smell me. I sighed letting go of all my nerves. My poop came out in two long logs. I could feel the shape in my butt as they came out. It actually felt really good. Pooping feels good for me in general.

“I’ve got to go now.” She said panting with need as I wiped myself and threw the paper in the trash.

“It plugs easy. Don’t put TP in there.” I warned as I left the room. “I’m making more drinks!” I shouted. “Although, we may not even need more. Our husbands are going to catch us drunk off our asses.” I said as I laughed. “Oh well. He’s probably off fucking his secretary.” I sighed sadly. She was awfully quiet.

I walked back to see if she was okay. The door was cracked open. I had hoped it would shut behind me all the way. I heard a soft sigh. I gently opened the door, and walked in. I nearly screamed.

There sat my son’s previous school teacher, in what must have been the most erotically gross scene I have ever witnessed. She was sitting on her knees, fingering herself with one hand. That wasn’t the gross part. She actually had one of my logs of shit in her other hand. She was taking bites out of it, and scarfing them down. She had a look in her eyes that told me she loved what she was doing. She chewed seductively. I could see her in our bathroom mirror. She licked her lips, and just kept eating. When she was done with the first log, or I hoped it was, anyway, she turned around to look. She screamed.

“Rachel?” I said softly. “What are you…, doing?” I asked as I looked at her again. Her lips were smeared with brown, and her teeth were too. She just blushed and hung her head.

“I suppose you think I’m mentally ill.” She said softly. She looked like a kid caught by his dad about to be grounded for stealing the car.

“I mean, no.” I said softly. “I know there are folks out there…, with different kinks.” I mumbled. “I just thought, they were all from other countries.” I said as I smiled and broke the tension.

“So…, this doesn’t bother you?” she asked.

“No. It is going to take a while getting used to.” I said as I sat on the edge of the tub next to her. “I mean, it’s not every day you walk in on your best friend eating shit.” I said wrapping a hand around her arm and squeezing it. I didn’t want to touch her hands right now.

“Please don’t hate me.” She said softly as she looked down. “I really don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have no clue how this all started. I just…, was looking at a porn site once when I was really bored. I started looking at lesbian porn, and suddenly, tunceli escort I saw a lot of things I didn’t know were out there. Did you know, there are people into vomit?” she asked happily.

“Are you?” I asked curiously.

“No. It’s strictly shit.” She said licking her lips. “Not pee either. Just poop.”

“Does it taste gross?” I asked confused. Of course it doesn’t taste gross to her. She’s getting off on it. I had to confess, my panties were starting to moisten. She had seen lesbian porn?

“Are you curious?” she asked softly. “Would you think it was gross if I…,” She looked at me and blushed.

“Ask anything. I just saw you shove a turd down your throat. Ask me anything.” I said smiling.

“May I finish what I started?” She looked so expectant asking that.

I sat down next to her on the tub, and she moved to sit between my legs. The bowl was right in front of her, and she reached right into the water and picked out what I saw was my second large log of poop. She moaned sexily as she brought it to her mouth, and started eating it. She chewed seductively as she ate her treat. She was starting to play with her pussy more. She was halfway through the log, when she came. She shoved the rest of the treat into her mouth, and sucked it like a cock. This made her even wetter, and she frantically stroked her clit. I wondered if she was going to orgasm again. She broke off a piece in her mouth, and chewed it. I could actually see her mouth moving in a chewing motion as she ate the actual shit. She sighed happily as she ate the last piece of poop off her hand.

She took her own dump, which she ate as well. It took us fifteen minutes as she sat there shitting and eating. She told me how into it she was, and that she had been looking for a woman to try it with. She couldn’t control herself. She’d only started eating it four years ago, and she had only started eating her own poop. She confessed that I was quite beautiful, and when she heard my poop hit the toilet, she figured it was huge. The splash sound was quite large. She came and investigated, and found my poop so deliciously colored and couldn’t help herself.

“I really should have closed the door.” She said after all was done. She took some mouthwash and washed her mouth. She took her toothbrush from her pocket, and proceeded to brush her teeth.

“Let me guess, you carry your own toothbrush for this reason?” I asked smiling.

“Yes.” She said as we both left the bathroom.

I called her a cab an hour later. She kept apologizing, and hoping she didn’t ruin our friendship. I told her over and over I didn’t think she had ruined anything. She was a great lady, and I still wanted to be her friend. I was weirded out by the whole thing. But also strangely curious.

We went three weeks without mentioning the subject. Even though we didn’t bring it up, she still did it in front of me. Not in public, of course. But when we could be in a bathroom together, she would do it.

She often came over to my house and we’d eat a few good helpings of food. Curious about her fetish, I looked up foods to eat for a healthy poop. As an aside, my mouth watered when they described the shape and feel of the different types of shit.

I digress. I was quite lonely. To tell you the truth, I found her strangely attractive since I found out she was a lesbian. Or even ate shit.

On the third week of my discovery, she came over for breakfast. We had scheduled a whole day of shopping together. She said she was really looking forward to it. I was too. I had his card, and was going to treat myself to some sexy lingerie. Not for him, of course.

“Have you just woken up?” she asked as she came in looking groggy herself.

“Yes. Why?” I asked as I tried to hold back a yawn.

She closed the door. “I was wondering…, if I could join you in the bathroom.” She said looking hungrily at me. I knew what that meant.

When we’d sometimes get together, I’d have to go. She would give me such a pleading look, and I knew what she wanted. I’d take my shit, usually watching her as she watched me. Her face was so red by the time I finished my dump. She’d sit on the floor in front of the toilet as I moved over to wash my hands or apply my makeup. She’d sit there while we had a normal conversation, just eating away. In between mouthfuls, she’d keep the conversation going, and it was no different than a normal woman eating food. She didn’t chew differently, She didn’t make a mess. She didn’t actually make as much noise as I thought she’d make as she fished out the poop. She was careful with each piece. I did my face sometimes, and was amazed at how fast she ate, yet how careful she was. Each piece seemed to be a treasure to her. A delicacy. She would sometimes be looking in the mirror and I’d see her glazed look as she ate it. She would let out little contented sighs every once in a while. I wonder if that’s why she was here today.

I got my outfit picked tunceli escort bayan out. I put my shirt and under things on, as I walked over to the bathroom with her.

“Have you taken your first morning’s shit yet?” she asked excitedly.

“No, sweet heart.” I said smiling happily at her. “Just went pee. It usually takes a while. I have a very stiff back. Why? Did you need a snack?” that felt so weird to say, yet so hot to say. I had a friend, that ate shit. I felt so wild thinking about it. So tingly. Come to think of it, I was starting to look forward to these little moments with her. I’d examine that later.

“I had an idea.” She said lustily as she looked me in the eye. “I want a full course meal.” She looked so happy as she said that.

“Okay.” I said confused.

“You take a shit, and I take one. Then…” She cracked a glowing smile.

“Honey,” I said making her look worried. “You sure you want to do this? I mean, I ate a big dinner with Todd yesterday.” I said sighing. “I can feel it pressing into my belly. Usually these dinners I eat at his company benefits are full of lots of food. I come back fuller than I am all year. Sometimes, I constipate, I make too big a log, and I have to plunge it to break it off.” I felt a little shy at admitting that. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please, Britany. I really need this. I’ve wanted to do this for so long now. We just never got together early enough. I ate a big dinner too. That’s the point. I want to eat, and eat.” She sounded determined as she licked her lips. “I don’t know why, Brit.” She said looking upwards. “I just really need more. I need it so bad. It’s my cup of coffee in the morning.” She finished as if to try and upsell me. “Maybe you won’t plug the toilet this time.” She said brightening up as she walked out of the room.

“Where are you going?” I asked curious.

“I brought something with me.” She said as she came back in.

“I didn’t see you come in with that.” I said amazed.

It was a chamber pot. The last time I’d used one was when I went on a trip to Kenya. We were camping. That one held both pee and poop, and it stank and was disgusting. Knowing Rachel, I’d begun to appreciate how different shit smelled from day to day. I had to say, it was growing on me. She looked happy enough. She was practically dancing on the balls of her feet as she held the chamber pot in her hands. Waiting for her next meal. Her next fix.

“You sure you don’t have to go pee?” she asked hopefully. “It’s important this stay as dry as possible. No pee.” She said panting.

“I am sure, I am empty of all pee.” I said as I pulled off my underwear and sat on the toilet. I let out a bit of urine that had collected since I’d gone. “Okay. Now I’m empty.”

She did the same thing. I was about to sit on the pot and poop, when she stopped me.

“Wait ’til I’m done. I don’t want to miss a thing.”

We flushed the toilet, and I positioned myself so I could balance on my heels, and sit on the pot with my anus right on the hole. She was squatting behind me to see my shit coming out. It was actually quite painful. I felt like I was going to cry at one point. But this always happened. They had Chinese food yesterday, and a lot of other favorite foods of mine. I ate too much. My shit made soft thuds into the pot. Heavy soft thuds against the bottom or sides of the pot. She would intake every time one hit the pot. She was squeezing her legs together.

“I think I’m done, Rache.” I said softly as I stood up and we traded places. I sat back on the toilet. “I think I still have my insides.” I groaned in discomfort as I clutched my belly and rubbed it.

“Oh god, I’ve hit the jackpot.” She moaned as she looked down at her prize.

I hadn’t taken a look yet myself. I got some paper to wipe with, and finished wiping. I looked down as I bent down to wipe. There in the pot, were five chunks of shit. Perfect ones too. One was thick and curved, like a six inch banana. One was a big ball, misshapen, but roughly the size of a gulf ball, A thick log five inches long I think, and two in diameter. The last two were the size and roughly the shape of small potatoes. She salivated at the look of them.

She took her turn, and squatted over the pot. I heard each thud as the contents was added. I even heard one slide out of her ass. That was a new sound for me, and actually made me a little moist.

When she got off and took the toilet seat to finish wiping, I looked in there. It was not a big chamber pot, but it was getting quite full. Aside from my stuff, which was now hidden, she had added her own six longish pieces. They were an even split. Three good sized perfect balls, and three good sized logs. She was so happy as she looked into the pot after cleaning up.

“All right.” I said sighing as I relaxed a little. “I’m going to finish getting dressed.” I pointed to my clothing that had been on the tank. “Then I’ll get to making myself escort tunceli up. You sit there, and enjoy, and let me know if you need anything.” I said matter-of-factly. By now, I could get used to this.

“You will let me know if you have more?” she asked as she looked at me over her pot of shit.

“Yes, hon.” I said smiling at her.

I was curious. So I grabbed my clothing one piece at a time and slowly put it on as we talked. As I did, I faced her, and watched her eat. She picked up the small balls first. One at a time, as if they were precious gifts. She would hold it to her mouth, and lick most of it all over. Her eyes would close as we talked, and flutter. She then would bite it in half, and suck and chew on the piece in her mouth. She looked quite natural doing that. Quite attractive. She grabbed one of her logs next. She placed it to her mouth and bit off a long piece as she listened to me tell her about the boring dinner with Todd.

“That must have been really hard to sit through.” She said in between bites. I could hear her swallow sometimes, and it would hit me again. My friend was sitting on my toilet, and eating shit. I was enabling her. “Did you finally get a chance to ask him to leave? Or did you just have to…,” she stopped to saver a particularly big mouthful. I smiled as I watched her eat, and waited for her to finish the sentence. She just kept chewing and finished her fourth piece.

“We had to wait til he left. Remember, he was taking a friend of his home too. She and I really just wanted to leave.”

“That’s tough. She said. She grabbed a water bottle off the vanity, and took a big swig. Again, as if this was an everyday thing, she went back to her meal. “Did you guys have a fight…, after?” she asked as she swallowed a fifth piece. She dug one of mine out, and I was glad to see it was one of the potato looking ones. She held it in both hands as if she’d just gotten the best Christmas present. She put it to her lips still holding it in both hands. She opened her mouth wide to fit the whole end in. She took a bite, and made a small happy noise.

“God, Brit. This is one of the biggest pieces I’ve ever held.” She said as she gulped down her first bite. “I’m in love with your shit, Britany.” She said euphorically as she scarfed it down. “Mmmm, god yes. Do you always poop this big?” she asked happily.

“Yes. I just try to avoid big meals. I don’t have a lot of fat. I’m average size. Maybe a little chubby. Yet I’ve always pooped big since I can remember. My husband always made fun of me when we started dating. It got to a point a year after, I stopped eating big meals. I try and stick to small ones now, and I’m losing weight. Still, it beats him making fun of me. Now if I poop big it’s only after his company dinners.”

She took another twenty minutes to get all the shit out of the pot into her belly. She had to stop at one point to get herself off. I found it quite natural to watch her play with herself as she licked one of our pieces of shit up and down. She got off quite loudly, too.

That became our new normal for the next year. My husband and I were becoming more and more estranged from each other. She and her husband were going through the same thing. The thing is, these guys didn’t really care. They just kept going on as if everything was normal.

Meanwhile, Rachel and I had gotten very close. We’d often have dinner or lunch together. During the day, my son was going to preschool and when I went and met her, I sometimes ran into him at lunch. We all ate out at dinner time, when we were sure the men were off cheating on us. Kevin was very nice to Rachel, and she seemed to really like him as well. The three of us had indeed become very close.

Through this whole time, Rachel and I continued to support her habit. Sometimes I wouldn’t be able to see her for a while, and she’d have me save all my shit in a different chamber pot. We made sure to refrigerate it so it would stay fresh longer. I’d make sure I hid it in a section of the freezer he was sure to never look. We’d meet up after we had a chance and she’d often ask me to have her food out ready for her to eat as soon as she came in. We were careful to hide it so my son wouldn’t see it. The poop was warmed up by then as I’d left it under my bed to thaw. The window would be left open, and actually, it wasn’t so bad.

We’d known each other for four years when it happened. My son was invited to spend his summer with his grandma on his father’s side. My family was not in state, so they never really got to see us. Also, they didn’t really like me since I’d run away and gotten married. I have to say, I was regretting the choice myself. Anyway, my son got invited to his grandparents’ home for a whole two and a half months. My husband was also going to be gone for the same amount of time at a convention of his. Boy was that a flimsy excuse. I didn’t care though. One of us was going to serve the other divorce, but it wasn’t going to be me. I’d rather have him catching me, so he’ll get humiliated, and have it teach him a lesson. I planned to try and seduce Rachel that day.

I went to the airport, and dropped them both off. He would be able to help our son get to his connection flight, and grandma and grandpa would meet him there. I headed home after I said goodbye.

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