My initial plan was for James to stay at home, eating a regimented diet of my shit so I record his intake and out take in person. To be honest, I had dreamt of cooking him many meals laced with my shit, decedent cakes topped with shit, cupcakes with my dirt as filling, salads with shit as their side, pasta, with poop. However, James pointed out to me that we didn't know of any possible side effects for taking this drug and that if it worked, we had a life time to explore what this might mean for us and our relationship. In Alabama several years ago the FLact had passed, maybe we could move there after testing was complete.
James had fit right in to the program, working with my team to explore how the drug effected his appetite and metabolism. Kathy became his main assistant, she helped keep his shit intake to three proper meals a day, each breakfast was purely one team members poop, This was always to be Kathy's. For lunch he would have a healthy snack with poop mixed in, and for dinner, I made him a special meal and we would eat together. I made sure everything in and out was recorded, and we took note of any sickness shown (none) any muscle growth (plenty) and any neurological changes (none)
Of course, James wasn't our only test subject, Mike was a more than willing test subject we found from the online forums, however for his we fed him only male poop (not that he knew it of course) to observe if there was any difference between male and female. Then for the final participant we had Sarah, a small blonde woman in her 30's who dressed like a classic housewife. She was always hitting on us, and rumour was Kathy had a soft spot a mile wide for her. I think it made us all a bit wet seeing her smile with our shit in her mouth. Sarah had been given a mixture of men and women's shit.
What was interesting was noting how all three changed, getting slimmer, more toned, and athletic, however James was definitely making progress the fastest. At the end of the 3rd week, I had my final meal with James, but this time was a bit different, I took a tablet myself this time too (just as a once off, at least for now.) I brought in several cupcakes for James for dinner, I swear he looked taller nowadays, and definitely had more muscle on him. "James, this is our last meal for a few months, I am your mother and I cant feed you my shit any more, just in case its effecting the results, I am sure you understand"
He looked a bit annoyed, but responded "Yeah mum, I get it, this is my favourite part of the day though, you know" I smiled, stroking the stubble on his face, "I know, come on lets dig in hey" I took a cupcake and bit in, tasting my own shit for the first time. It had a slightly greasy, slimy texture to it, probably as it was still warm in the cupcake, but it tasted like pure extasy. I swear James mouth dropped out of his Jaw "mom?" he asked, I pouted "What, I slipped in a pill for myself, I want to share this even if its only once." He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, I blushed so hard I think I went red.