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The following story contains strong fetish play including bodily wastes such as urine and scat. If these topics do not interest you, please do not read further or rate this story poorly because of its contents. Constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated, but extreme negativity will not be accepted. Please rate the story and comment if you enjoyed and feel free to reach out to me directly!
All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
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Day 4:
Joanne took a deep breath as she opened her laptop and subsequently her chat with Mary. It had been a couple of days since she sent the message and had received the blurry picture, but she still didn't know what to think. Her initial reaction was shock, but she since had time to think and was now mostly confused. The contents of the picture were clear, even with the low quality; Mary's dirty face and naked torso.
At first, Joanne had assumed (or possibly hoped) that the brown smears were just chocolate sauce or something similar considering they were also on Mary's teeth. After further inspection, though, she noticed the different colors, textures, and that some parts were dry and flaky while others glistened. This left her with a couple of options but only one seemed to make sense; it was likely feces.
While this may have been a large leap for some, the strong smell Mary had been emitting the previous week at work gave some solidity to this theory. At the time, Joanne tried to ignore it. As the week progressed, however, it only became worse and eventually Joanne even pointed it out. By Mary's last day on Friday, the smell of shit was almost unbearable. Mary had never confirmed what it was, but Joanne didn't need much more evidence.
In a lot of ways, Joanne regretted sending her initial message as it now left her with the complicated matter of seeing Mary naked. She hadn't been in the best state of mind when she sent it, slightly tipsy and very tired after a long day of work. At the time, she wasn't even sure what its purpose was. Now, seeing the effect it had, she was even less sure.
Had she fancied Mary since meeting her for the first time? Yes, most likely. She knew that the teen was a lesbian and, while not entirely sure of her own sexuality, Joanne could tell the thought of having sex with Mary was past curiosity and far closer to romantic interest. The few times she caught Mary staring at her was a good indication the teen reciprocated this interest, but Joanne never could be sure. Now, with a naked picture of Mary in their chat, she was almost positive.
Although, as Joanne initially thought, it seemed this picture was taken entirely by accident. So, in the likely case this was true, Mary may not be interested after all. Joanne had been racking her brain over this conundrum for the past two days, hopeful that Mary would respond and clear things up. But, after still no messages from the teen, Joanne had only two options: wait for Mary to respond or send another message herself.
She decided to deal with it later, however, and went instead to shower. Joanne was happy to be off work today and hoped that the Mary incident wouldn't distract her too much. Entering her bathroom, Joanne removed her pajama top and pants. She slipped her teal panties around her ankles and stepped out of them, noting their slick crotch before tossing everything next to the door.
Looking in the mirror, Joanne squeezed her stomach flab. She had been chubby growing up and had since lost weight, but now had extra fat left behind. The girl had always heard about women keeping their breasts after they lost weight, giving them a large bust and thin waist, but this didn't seem to be the case for Joanne. She had never been gifted with large breasts and, after losing weight, her tiny lumps only got smaller. This flat chest had always made Joanne self-conscious, so she tried her best to hide it under loose-fitting clothing.
Worrying her body image was only going to get worse, Joanne stepped into the tub and closed the curtain, turning on the water. The shower's warmth was nice, but it didn't seem to help matters much regarding Mary. In fact, the relaxation only caused Joanne's mind to shift further into fantasy with the teen. Even before this awkward experience, Joanne had caught herself daydreaming about Mary on occasion. Since getting the picture, however, it was almost an hourly occurrence.
Now that Joanne was in the shower, her hands traced their usual path down her chest and between her legs. As she began rubbing her clit, the girl pictured Mary in her mind. When she did fantasize about Mary it was generally just the teen naked. But, on a few occasions, Joanne couldn't help but picture the teen covered in shit like in the photo. She often imagined the smell too, sometimes sniffing the air and trying to guess what it would be like in the same room as the teen. It was always a confusing experience and left her with a deep sense of shame after orgasm.
When Joanne initially realized that Mary was covered in poop in the picture, it wasn't long before she began looking further into it online. This led her to the discovery of scat porn and humane waste fetishes. This was all very new for the girl and very overwhelming; she had never been interested in such kinky things. Generally, she stuck to watching heterosexual porn if anything. Joanne learned quickly that what happened in her mind was better than most things online, though.
Knowing what she did about Mary (which wasn't much), Joanne would have never guessed that the girl had a dirty side. Mary was a good worker but always very quiet. The only indicator of devious behavior was the extended glances that the girl would give to other female employees, Joanne included. Although, she had always enjoyed the attention.
"Mmm... fuck," Joanne moaned as she slid a finger inside her damp slit. Her legs bowed as she gently rubbed her g-spot and enjoyed the warm water on her back. A shiver traveled through Joanne's body as an orgasm slowly enveloped her. The girl's mind went back to Mary and, timidly, she began to pee on her hand as she removed it from her vagina.
Joanne's urine was only slightly golden and barely distinguishable from the shower water. Continuing to pee, she brought her hand to her face. The smell of urine was concentrated but surprisingly not terrible as Joanne tentatively inhaled. Almost against her will, the girl stuck out the tip of her tongue and touched it to her hand.
Combined with the water, the flavor was almost undetectable. For whatever reason, Joanne found herself slightly disappointed in this but couldn't bring herself to take another taste. Instead, she rinsed off her hand and turned off the shower. "Why did I do that?" Joanne whispered as she grabbed her towel. A strong wave of disappointment washed over her as she dried off her body, embarrassed that she would ever think about such a thing, let alone actually doing it.
Wrapping her towel around her body, Joanne walked back into her bedroom. "I need to do something about Mary," she fretted, opening her laptop, "This has gone on for too long." But, much to the girl's surprise, Mary was in the process of typing a message.
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Mary wiped her eyes as she tried to calm down. After thirty minutes of thought, the teen still couldn't come up with anything to say. Although, most of that time had been spent crying rather than making any progress. Sighing, she began to type the first thing that came to her mind.
Joanne, I'm sorry for that picture, I didn't mean to send it. I must have hit my laptop accidentally while I was sleeping.
"No... That's not going to work," Mary sniffled as she deleted the end of the message, "I'm clearly awake in the photo..." The blinking line on the message bar was taunting her. The teen's eyes were locked on the tiny, black line. Blinking endlessly as she tried to end this nightmare.
