A Good Thing Going
by Slave Fart

This is half based on a true story of a relationship I had with a friend of mine awhile back. We started texting again and Monica thought it was pretty hot. Amily used to use me on a fairly regular basis (not every day and not even every week). The beginning part of the story is close to the truth, but with a lot more resistance on my part because I wasn't sure she was being sincere.

Amily and I met through a friend before Stephanie, even and I was very timid about poop and being a toilet because I'd probably only had 2 or so women use me in that time frame and I was really bad at it. A lot of the time, it was accidental or kind of forced. Things were kind of hard and I didn't know how to talk to anyone about it.

But then Amily showed up and solved the problem for me. We talked about it and eventually it led to an agreement where I got to eat her shit quite regularly. It was the first time I'd ever had an arrangement to be a toilet and nothing more. No sex, no romance, just one person pooping in the other person's mouth. This story is kind of my catharsis working through that, because it's been kind of difficult to talk about, for some reason... I let Amily shit in my mouth at least weekly and allowed someone that was my friend use me in ways a human shouldn't be used. I think it's hard to talk about because Amily was my friend but then evolved into my owner and now whenever we talk, she just asks about shitting in my mouth. She was one of the first women to cross that line with me. I sometimes miss her friendship, but I'm also grateful that she was willing to show me how powerful being someone's toilet can be.

Here is the story
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There are just some times in your life when things go perfectly.

I'd always been a bit timid with women when it came to expressly stating my desires. That's because my desire was to eat shit and be a toilet.

It started from farts... Well from butts. My neighbor once sat on my head "as punishment" and it made me get my first sensations "down there".

Then that same neighbor and I made a bet. She said I'd have to smell her butt, take an actual whiff of her butt. This was before puberty, but I knew I liked the idea a whole lot.

After that, it came in waves. There was a girl at school that was known for farting. It was kind of mean and probably just a rumor, but I made a bet with her about making a basket. If I made it, she had to kiss Brad, the weird kid. If I missed it, she could fart in my face. We were just coming into our bodies at that point, but she was developing and I intentionally missed the basket. I remember sniffing her fart and inhaling it through my nose.

From there, I couldn't help but think of ways to get my face near butts. I got called out for it in high school when I ate the ass of one of the cheerleaders. She told everyone and I was so embarrassed. But then one of her friends came to me, sheepishly, and told me she thought it sounded so hot, getting her ass eaten.

When we started, she farted almost immediately in my mouth. She had planned this to embarrass me, but instead I was so turned on. She spent the next hour farting in my mouth and humiliating me. She even recorded it and shared it around the school. I was the star basketball player and here she had me on video eating her farts. I didn't care too much and escaped when I went to college.

That's when I met her. At orientation, no less. She was gorgeous, a half-Black/White Goddess. She had curly hair that was frizzy and big with a smile to match. She had an infectious laugh and a stellar body. She was wearing these jean shorts and a white spaghetti strap tank. But for some reason, I just wasn't that into her sexually. I can't figure it out, because she's gorgeous, but I knew I had to talk to her.

It turned out that I was making a lifelong friend, and that was enough.

Years passed and we went through boyfriends and girlfriends alongside one another. Amily saw me cry and heard me talk about a lot of things, but one thing I'd kept bottled up since high school was my fetish.

But it hadn't gone away and was only growing stronger. I no longer wanted just farts or to watch someone shit... I wanted to EAT someone's shit. I wanted to be the toilet for a beautiful woman.

I knew it was gross, but I couldn't help it. But I also didn't want to talk to any of my girlfriend's about it ever since I told one woman and she was so grossed out that she threw up in my toilet, flushed, and left.

Time had passed and I was in my mid-20s. Life was supposed to be fun, and it was, mostly, but it was also miserable. The only thing I'd ever wanted to do was be a toilet, but I couldn't. A young woman and I dated for 5 months and we were at dinner. I told her in the restaurant that I wanted her to fart in my mouth and she stood up. She told me I was gross and that this was over. I stayed at the restaurant and drank three bottles of wine and had 3 shots. I texted Amily about the breakup and she said she was grabbing some vodka for her, beer for me, and would head to my place.

When Amily came over that night, I was a drunken mess. I was crying and lamenting another failed relationship. She started to get drunk, too.

About half the bottle of vodka in, Amily leaned in and said, "Why did we never hook up? I'm hot, you're hot."

"Yeah, but I don't think we ever saw one another that way."

"We didn't, but still? We met in college. Hot guys and hot girls hook up and fuck in college. How did we not?"

"I dunno," I said, "I think I was maybe, like, saving you? I dunno. I never really thought about it. Did you WANT to hook up?"

"No," she said, "It's not like that. It's more like... I dunno. I feel like we would have some kind of connection. Like we should be doing something together. There was like a purpose or a reason? I felt like I was always meant to be a catalyst for you."

"Maybe."

"And why do all these bitches keep ducking out on you?! You're a catch and a half!"

And then I said something I thought I'd never say to anyone else, ever. I said something I'd only say if I were drunk...

"Amily, it's because I want to eat their shit. I don't and haven't, but I have ALWAYS wanted to be someone's toilet. But every time I tell a beautiful woman that, they just tell me how gross I am and how disgusting it is."

"I mean, they're not wrong. It would be fucking disgusting to have someone's shit in your mouth."

"I know."

Amily sat up, "Imagine, someone's fucking mouth wide open and then your turd just kind of hits the back of their throat... They'd be humiliated. It wouldn't really impact you, though. You'd just be taking a shit and they'd have to deal with it."

I was half following because I was drunk, "Yeah, but I would want to be the person underneath. I would want to be the one to deal with it. I would want to be the toilet."

"Yeah, but I don't really hate the idea of taking a shit on someone. In fact, it sounds like it might be kind of fun. Especially if it was someone you knew. Talk about a trump card in arguments. If you ever tried to back talk me, I could just tell you to get on the ground and open your mouth and just take a shit in your mouth. Boom! Argument over! I win because your mouth is full of my poop! Hahahahahaha!"

"Wait... What are you saying?"

"I'm saying let's do this! Let's get my colon empty and your mouth full! Let's fill your mouth up with my shit!"

I had a raging erection, but I was also wasted, "I'm not doing this tonight, Amily. I'll throw up."

"You're going to throw up, for sure. My shit smells awful. It's shit!"

"I don't really know about this..."

"About what? I mean, do you want the person shitting on you to be nice about it? Mean? Indifferent?"

I thought about it, "I think I'd like to try all of it. Maybe not nice. It's more about being dominated. The other person just truly turning you into their toilet with no regard for you. I think about it and if they're indifferent to me, I think that makes it really hot. It's like you're just a toilet. Someone being mean and talking down to you the entire time, which would be their right. You're a toilet and they're using you. They can say whatever they like to you."

"But being nice about it is weird?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Ok. Then it's settled. My shit is going to be your dinner, tomorrow. I'll be over around 5. I usually shit around 6. I'm going to be indifferent toward you because I don't really know how it's going to feel for me. I think I might like it, but who knows. Maybe I hate making your mouth full of my shit."

We both laughed, and I went to sleep thinking it was a joke.

When I woke up, Amily had left a doughnut, coffee, and a note on the table. She remembered what kind from college.

The note said, "Looking forward to seeing what all the fuss is about tonight. Enjoy this chocolate before you get MY chocolate later. I think mine will taste much better. XOXO -Amily."

Her signature had a real flourish to it. What the hell did she mean by HER chocolate, though?

And then all at once, the conversation came crashing back into me... I told her I wanted to be a toilet...

I texted her, "Amily, hey I was just kidding around last night."

She responded immediately, "I wasn't. Neither were you. I think this could be me really helping you out."

She signed it with: me> (_*_)💩💩💩😮<you. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I was frozen, locked entirely in place. I couldn't even think.

I had to have been standing there in fear for 5 minutes before my phone buzzed. It was just a sports alert, but it made me realize I was standing in my underwear on a Saturday and the only plans I had that day were to wait until I found out if Amily was joking or not...

I cleaned and didn't eat. If I was going to have poop in my mouth, I was afraid I'd vomit. I also thought that maybe if I was just super hungry I'd want it more?

When she came in (Amily had a key, of course), she just sort of breezed right by me. She was carrying a bag from some sporting goods store and threw it on the couch next to me. I watched her very nice butt move with her jean shorts...

"Go into the bathroom and figure that out. I'll be in to use my toilet, aka your mouth, in about 20 minutes. You're getting a big load on your first use..."

Amily had been giggling the entire time but now it was an outright laugh. She was at least enjoying this part.

I picked up the bag, moving stiffly in every sense of the word. When I got into the bathroom I pulled out a tarp from the bag and a box. The box was labeled, "Portable Camping Toilet! Supports up to 300 lbs!"

There were other claims on it, but it was just some steel legs and a plastic seat. I would literally be looking up through a toilet seat at Amily's ass... Unless this was a joke.

Now I had a decision to make... Do I believe her? What if this is just a joke and she just wants to take a picture of me to prove that I'm WILLING to do it. That would be enough to ruin me. My heart couldn't stop pounding, but I had to make a decision. Just wrap all this stuff up and hide it away? Do I give into my fetish and believe Amily is going to do this? Do I tell her I can't let HER shit in my mouth?

While I was asking myself a million questions, I made the decision that if anyone was going to shit on me, it should be Amily. She's perfect. She has a good job, she's gorgeous, and she's my friend. She's doing me a favor by taking a shit in my mouth, if she's actually going to do it. I think the reward far outweighs the risk.

And so I took off all my clothes except my underwear and I laid down on the tarp and then got my face under the toilet seat. I was staring straight up at the ceiling right now.

After some time, Amily opened the door with a really big smile on her face. I could tell she thought this was funny. But she didn't say anything. She only took down her jean shorts and I saw her pussy from the vantage point a toilet normally sees. It would be hot no matter what, but to look up at someone with a literal toilet seat there did something special to me.

I realized this was the entire fruition of my slavery to my feitsh. I would find out if this was enough. Amily said nothing and turned around and I saw her butt cheeks. They looked kind of regular sized in her pants and shorts, but her ass cheeks were much better and bigger when she was naked. Why she wore such unflattering clothing, I don't get it.

She sat down slowly, letting me take in the sight of her ass cheeks slowly spreading on their own. This exposed her pretty asshole, completely shaved there, but with some hair on her pussy. I could feel the precum in my underwear, I was so hard.

Amily adjusted and her anus was now completely exposed.

"Kiss my asshole."

She farted when my lips touched her anus. It wasn't a small fart, either. This was a roaring fart.

BARRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOUMP

The sound was so loud that it took me a moment to realize how bad it actually smelled. It was like pure shit and it hung heavy in the air around my face.

"What a fucking fart, Jesus."

Amily was talking to herself, though. It wasn't to me. It felt like I was not there to her. To her, Amily was just taking a shit into a toilet. But she wasn't just taking a shit into a toilet. She was about to take a shit into my mouth and it was like nothing to her.

She ripped another fart, this one much quieter, but it had a lot more stink to it.

BBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU

When she farted, you could see her asshole open and pucker, but it also pushed out. Her sphincter made her butthole push out again, but no fart came. I knew what was happening next because in the scat porn videos, this is what an anus looked like before it was about to push shit out.

I got my mouth underneath her asshole and kept it open wide when I saw the first tip of Amily's shit.

It was a very light brown and was maybe an inch out of her ass when it fell. It smelled so terrible that I couldn't believe I was laying there with my mouth open. Amily's shit looked like the consistency of marshmallow fluff, but when it dropped into my mouth, it was more like a paste.

And then it hit me... I was a toilet. Up until that turd fell into my mouth, I wasn't a toilet. I was a man. But from here until I died, I was Amily's toilet. Neither of us could re-write that part of history ever again. Even if we both hated this after and pretended like it didn't happen, it DID happen. Amily had sat above my mouth with her bare ass and took a shit directly into my mouth.

I almost came right there without anyone touching me...

But Amily still had a LOT of shit left, according to her, so moving my hands to touch myself wasn't an option. I had them up to my mouth, like I was about to shout. This would help funnel any shit that missed my mouth and would knock it into her new toilet bowl (my mouth). She didn't miss though, not once.

Amily's shit came out rapidly after the first bit of shit. She did not take it easy or slow down, either. My mouth filled up rather quickly, and then it just sort of piled. Now my hands were still in a funnel formation, but it was to keep her turds in my mouth as opposed to the floor.

It was probably 30 seconds straight of poop being pushed directly from her colon and into my mouth. The smell was terrible and the taste was worse, but the worst part was that it wouldn't stop. Amily's shit just kept coming. Her shit just coming. I knew eating the amount that came out in the first 5 seconds was going to be difficult, but Amily just kept unloading. It was a monster dump, and Amily was taking that dump right into my mouth.

She finished with a HUGE fart.

"Hahahaha!," She was laughing so hard, but still just for herself. The laughter burned a hole in my pride. She knew what she had done.

Amily started to wipe and then dropped the toilet paper on my face, "I think you should eat it all. You should eat my entire dump."

I bit in and started to chew.

Amily was looking down at me through the toilet seat now and put her hand over her mouth, "Ok, I need to see you swallow."

I forced myself to keep her poop connected to my face with my hands, but I took a big swallow and forced Amily's feces down my throat.

"Jesus fuck... I can't believe this........ Well? What are you waiting for!? Eat the entire dump!"

She laughed at me as I realized, "Oh yeah, I still have a whole dump left."

I could not believe how much was left. And then, mouthful by mouthful, there was nothing left.

"Holy shit... I can't believe you just ate my entire poop," Amily said, "I just did you a huge favor by making you my toilet."

I laughed and said with sarcasm, "Thank you."

"No, seriously! Think of how nice I am to take a shit in your mouth. You're welcome."

"Amily," I was going to say some smart ass remark, but then I thought about it and how this was what I'd always wanted to try. And now I got to, "Thank you."

"So I was thinking this could be our weekly thing. We could test out all of the different kinds of ways to use your mouth as my toilet. Like next week, I'll be a rude bitch and be ultra mean. And we could try it all!"

Now if I were a human, I would have fought. But instead, I agreed to be Amily's toilet weekly.

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With each week passing, Amily was all sorts of users, to me. She was rude, vocal, silent, indifferent, cruel, assertive, pretentious, and everything in between.

And then one week, after being Amily's toilet every week on the button for almost 2 years, Amily showed up to my place holding her stomach.

"Do you know what today is, toilet?"

She never called me by my name when she was about to use me.

I shooked my head, unsure.

"Today is number one hundred! I'm about to use you for the 100th time, toilet!"

I was nervous. She looked... Not fat, but... Amily caught me looking at her stomach.

"Yes. This is my food baby. I've decided that I'm going to use you a few times. You see, I didn't mean to hold it in, but it's been two days since I've dumped, which is VERY rare for me. I usually shit every day at least once, sometimes twice. But I didn't go yesterday. I think my body knew this was a special poop and wanted to give you a treat."

I assumed the position and Amily sat down above me like normal. My heart was pounding like it was the first time. It beats like this whenever Amily sat above me.

"Open your mouth."

I obeyed and then a rope of shit emerged that came out in a light brown shade. It was firm and smelled like rotten shit.

"Oh my god! That's so smelly! Oh my god! It STINKS!!!!"

Amily was grossed out by her own shit, and instead of reacting, I continued to take it. I took her entire load on my face. She was shitting for 20 straight seconds, slowly letting her monster turd out of her ass. It just kept coming and wouldn't stop. It broke in a few places, but the entire dump sat in my mouth and on my face and I held it there, allowing her poop to sit under my nose so I could smell it.

"Take a huge whiff, right now. Sniff up my turd smell!"

I obeyed and took a very deep inhale with her turds right under my nose.

"Jesus..."

Amily sat above me for an hour while I ate her dump. She didn't say anything and I started to cry. 100 times I'd let her do this. She never once asked me if I wanted to keep going, but she instead just shit in my mouth.

Then Amily made another decision for me...

"So, toilet... I've been thinking. I don't think a weekly dump is going to work for me anymore. No, don't try to speak, just keep eating my shit. You see, we stopped being friends after the first time I used you. You turned into a toilet and I turned into a Goddess. It's just kind of the reality now. I'm going to just start using you as you're meant to be used, full time. You'll move in with me, give me all your money, and I'm just going to have us assume our roles as Owner and slave. It's for the best."

There was no discussion, no room for refusal. And I could have stopped it, but instead, I gave up my apartment, signed my direct deposit to go straight into her bank account, and made my mouth available for Goddess Amily whenever she needed to use the restroom. My mouth is her toilet.