Warning -- This story contains heavy themes of scat, humiliation, and revenge. Continue reading at your own discretion.
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Careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. I never really put much thought into that statement, I always thought it was just one of those things people say. I suppose none of this would have happened if I wasn't so naive, but I didn't think things could end up like this. It started off innocent enough; guy likes girl, guy starts dating girl, you'd think this would end one of two ways. Either it ends or they're lucky enough to see it through. Well, we're seeing it through, and while this was probably my biggest fantasy, something I would have wished come true, it's far worse in reality...
She and I started seeing each other about a year ago and, at first, it was great. I thought I had found the one, which was pretty typical for me. I'd fall head over heels for a girl, go out with her for a while, and then duck out once I realized I was more horny than in love. She was different though, cause I actually thought I loved her. I actually thought she loved me.
About two weeks ago, we were having dinner, talking about different ways we could spice things up in the bedroom. Quite a while to talk kinks, I know, but we weren't in a rush. We started off listing the more tame ones, then as we delved deeper into our list of turn-on's, as I realized she and I shared a lot of kinks, I decided to drop the big one on her. I mean, it wasn't such a stretch to think she'd be into scat, since among our shared kinks was farting and femdom, but she didn't respond well.
After finishing our dinner in an awkward silence, she decides she'd rather stay at her place that night. Just great. I found a great girl and lost her, and for what? Suffice it to say, things didn't end then and there. The next week and a half were agonizing. She wouldn't respond to my texts or calls, seemingly dropping off the face of the earth.
3 days ago I, finally, get a response from her. She sends me a text at 10pm that just reads "we should talk." I thought she was at least giving me the decency of an actual break-up. I respond within minutes, telling her to come over.
When she finally arrived she let herself in, as usual. I called out to her letting her know I was in the kitchen. My heart was pounding; I wasn't prepared for the conversation we were about to have. To my surprise, though, she didn't look mad or disgusted; she even greeted me with a kiss. We made our way over to the bar and sat down beside each other.
"So..." she trailed off.
"Yeah," I said with a chuckle. The cutesy awkwardness of it all helped calm me down.
"I guess I'll start. I'm sorry I ghosted. I just needed time to process, you know..." she said.
"Process, sure, but disappear like that?" I asked.
"That wasn't right. I'm sorry."
"You're here now, that's what matters," I said. "I thought I lost you..." We sat there in silence for a second, lost in the absurdity of the situation. She eventually broke the silence.
"So that's something you really want to try?" she asked.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I never said I didn't want to..."
My heart skipped a beat when she said that. I didn't know whether to feel excited or mad. If scat was something she would try, then why did she have to avoid me for that long? Instead of poking holes into what she said, I decided not to question it.
"Oh," was all I could manage to say.
"Well, how about instead of looking at me like you're completely shocked, you look grateful?"
"Yeah, sorry," I stammered. "So, I'm glad we had this talk, and I'm glad to know you're not leaving, but-"
"What? Are you trying to get me out of your hair?" she interrupted. "I thought you'd be happier..."
"I am happy, it's just late."
"Too late to try this out?"
"What, now?"
"Well, when else? I've been holding it in all day..."
Again, I didn't know how to respond. Up until recently, I didn't think I'd even tell her, and now she's suggesting we actually try it. All I could do was nod.
"Ok, then follow me," she said with a smirk. She grabbed my hand and got up. I followed, her leading the way to the bedroom. She turned the lights on as we entered, and I immediately made my way to the bathroom. "You want to do this in the bathroom?"
"I don't mind doing this wherever," I responded. "I was just going to grab some towels."