"She wants to do wha?" Jennifer, barely conscious with a blonde snarl of disheveled bedhead surrounding her face, looked up from her breakfast. A partially eaten strawberry fell from her hand onto the plate below.
"Remember that thing a couple weeks ago, in the ladies restroom trailer thing?" Lauren grinned at her sister, biting her lower lip.
"Yeah..." Jennifer twisted her mouth nervously.
Lauren pushed her glasses up on her nose as she walked around the kitchen island. She spoke deliberately, adopting the tone of a condescending school principal. "Remember how I told you you couldn't take a shit in my mouth...and then you did?"
Jennifer, taken aback by the contrast between subject and delivery, let out a giggle before copping her wry tone. "Remember how you basically told me to do it? Like...you didn't actually tell me to do it--but still."
"I remember it differently," said Lauren leaning on the island with both hands. "Well, either way, Elisha found out...and wants to punish you." She smiled then quickly added. "If you're interested of course."
"Well, I might be." Jennifer wiggled her nose while popping the rest of the strawberry into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed quickly with a boisterous gulp. "But why me? You had just as much to do with it." Jennifer halfheartedly returned to her plate.
"Oh, I've been very...very bad, and my punishment is going to be so...so much worse than yours." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she spoke.
"Sounds like you came up with yours yourself?"
"Maybe." Lauren smirked.
"You really love it, the sicker and nastier it is, don't you?"
"Never say red!" Lauren flashed a wicked smile.
"Well, do I even want to know what she has in mind for me then?"
"What do you think?" Lauren bent low over the kitchen table. As her breasts pushed against the fabric of her white blouse, Jennifer could see the faded bluish-green patches left by Elisha's belt the last time Lauren decided to punish herself. It had taken two weeks but her youthful body had nearly healed.
"I'll give you a hint. You won't need to worry about pain." Lauren smiled broadly as she pointed to her abused mammaries with both hands. "Although maybe you'll like it less than having your tits whipped to shreds."
"So I'm guessing it's?"
Lauren's eyes sparkled as if she had enter a daydream--like the blue of distant tropical waters. She circled around the island, twisting her hips rhythmically as she turned around and pushed her rump out. "It's exactly what you think it is."
"Some sort of toilet play?" Jennifer groaned. Fuck!" Her breath caught in her throat. She took a deep breath and then a large mouthful of cranberry juice. "I know tasting your shit is pretty hot, but, damn. Fuck...I don't know." She clenched her jaw, curling her lips over her teeth.
"I mean, we'd go slow, and only if you're interested." Lauren turned around, brushing a wave of golden blonde hair from her face. "But then--if you don't want to play, you won't be able to use me anymore!" Her face darkened, her pupils constricted and her lips pulled upward into a smug leer.
"I didn't say I won't play--I'm not gonna give up my personal toilet that easily!" Jennifer stuck her tongue out. "It's just, I don't know, scary. That's all."
"Well, there's really nothing to be scared of." Lauren gathered Jennifer's hands into her own.
"No offense Lauren, but you're--you're not normal. I've never seen anyone who can eat shit like you. Even on the internet, I checked! I don't want to say you're a freak, I mean, I've tasted it and everything, so I'm one to talk, but fuck! Eating shit...it's like your superpower!"
While it was true that Jennifer had tasted shit before--from her sister's lips and from her smeared asshole--she would be lying if she said it was any more than trace amounts each time. Enough to bitterly violate her taste buds, enough to send her lust into overdrive--but not enough to be noticed by her insides. The thought of needing to go any further than a few flecks or smears of unappetizing filth caused the bottom of her stomach to fall to the floor.
At the same time, Lauren's face reddened into a severe blush as she reflected that yes, so far, the thing that made her special was eating copious amounts of human waste, seemingly without any ill effects. "I'm sure other people can do it just as well as me. They just haven't tried, or it's the thought that freaks them out."
"Trust me, I don't think anybody can eat three loads of shit in one day without puking it all over! I'll say it: You're a freak of nature."
"I can't argue...but still, the first time, the idea of it had me so ready to hate it. I don't know why I wanted to try it. It took me a couple mouthfuls to realize that I really actually like the taste!"
"Oh whoopee!" Jennifer swung her finger in a tight circle. "A couple mouthfuls. You say it like it's nothing! Wait...you said it was YOU who wanted to try it?"
Lauren spoke through a sheepish smile and a rosy face. "Um, yeah." She giggled. "Elisha just wanted me to clean her asshole with the toilet paper. It was my idea to use my tongue."
"So she didn't force you?"
"Nope!"
"What made you do it then?"
"Well, she's a cam girl, and so many videos are like, encouraging you to eat shit, I think my subconscious or something couldn't let go of that." She looked out the window with a strange little neutral expression as she watched the first rays of sun climbing over the pines.
"Well, I'm not you. I don't think I could ever actually eat it. I mean she wouldn't make me eat any right?--Right?" Jennifer pinched her forehead into a single worried line.
"No, I don't think so. She says that a good mistress never makes you do anything you don't truly want to do. To tell the truth--and I can't believe I'm telling you this--I had to 'force' her to do the things she did to me that first time. Maybe somebody with more experience could have picked up on my signals and made it more natural, but who knows. Anyway--about that--she said I can train you!" Lauren's eyes sharpened in the morning sun that had now begun to shine through the large, plant-filled kitchen window.
"Train me?"
"Yeah. Like, I know you get off on just a little bit of shit, but maybe we could work on really tasting it properly? There's a huge difference between a couple flakes and a big ball of shit on your tongue, and you've never tasted piss before so maybe we could get some of the groundwork covered before tonight."
"Tonight?" Jennifer swallowed. She couldn't deny the throbbing in her stomach but the implications were terrifying.
"Yeah, Make some excuse to head over after work."
"We don't have any time! We have to be there at..."
