The week progressed as everyone hoped with scatting escapades occurring left and right across the ranch, guests making new acquaintances and shoring up recently established friendships. Things were a tad quieter than usual on Friday, many reserving their energy for Saturday's event. The lodge was once the home of a large ranching family, and there was a good-sized room off the kitchen that could easily accommodate the 30 partiers. A rectangular head table was to be set up at which would sit Chloe, her two visiting friends from back east, Suzy and Amara, and the two ever-present and much-liked Brady and Opal. Everyone else would occupy four round tables, roughly six per table. The small catering company, a two-person operation, would provide the food and drink, mainly BBQ and western fare along with various salads and beer and wine.
The time of the big event finally arrived, and everyone began filing into the dining room. Chloe seemed to be on to something regarding the advantages of insisting on a dress code, because all the women looked ravishing in their colorful short dresses or deeply slitted long ones and their stiletto heels, while the men were handsomely outfitted in mostly Oxford button-down shirts and chino slacks. It was as if people were noticing each other for the first time after seeing them only naked for such a long stretch. The two caterers did their thing without a hitch. At one point Dwight asked one of them, a very pretty blue-eyed brunette, if they would be remaining after they were done with the food, but she indicated, to his great disappointment, they would be cleaning up and clearing out fairly quickly to get ready for another event the next day.
When the meal had concluded and the caterers had left, Chloe stood to say a few words. She thanked everyone for coming and hoped they all were having as great a week as they imagined they would. Cheers and applause confirmed that was the case. She introduced Suzy and Amara, whom many had already met and even scatted with, and gave a heartfelt "couldn't do it without you" tribute to Brady and Opal, who received warm appreciative applause from the guests. And honestly, why wouldn't they: a friendlier and more accommodating staff couple would be hard to find. They actually looked forward to helping guests clean up after their messy scat debaucheries and were often asked to participate in them as well. They had a knack for making people feel comfortable and open, and especially adventurous.
Chloe cleared her throat and continued, "I hope everyone's been snacking on the gummies Brady and Opal have been doling out since breakfast time. I know some of you might wish they were pot gummies, but they were just good strong laxatives, as I'm sure all of you were aware. If the timing is right, they might just start working shortly."
A woman named Serena, a member of the tech group in Cottage 5, suddenly spoke out. "Some of us took our own special formulas to make sure we're good to go at a scat party in addition to the gummies. I hope your drainage system is in good repair!" Everyone laughed and cheered. She was referring to the large drain in the center of the tiled floor that would hopefully make cleanup not too difficult.
"Oh, don't worry about that," Chloe responded. "A better thought is everyone being slathered in all that extra lovely shit you'll be producing!" That was followed by lots of clapping and more ballyhooing.
When the noise level quieted a bit, Chloe said, "I was about to apologize for making you all wear clothes to this shindig, but I changed my mind. For one thing, you all need to get used to wearing them again after going all week naked and mostly shit-covered. It wouldn't do to have you arguing with the flight attendants on your way home tomorrow or Monday over your sudden need to take all your clothes off, you can't stand having them on a second longer. And besides, ladies, you all look fantastic and sexy as all fuck." And then assuming a bit of a devilish look, she added, "I wonder how many of you wore panties under those cute dresses? Like I did. See?"
She raised the hem of her short dress up to her waist revealing sexy peach bikini panties underneath. She waited until everyone got a good look and then turned around and bent over slightly. Suddenly the seat of her panties ballooned out, and it was obvious they were filling with shit. There were a couple of surprised murmurs, followed by loud cheers, exactly what you would expect from this crowd. When she was finished defecating, she turned her head toward the guests, her burgeoning panties still in full view, and declared somewhat facetiously, "I get so nervous when I have to speak in front of anyone, and it always makes me shit myself." She giggled after she said it, which, of course, produced laughter and more cheers from her audience.
Suzy stood up and said to everyone, "I've known Chloe for many years now, and I've never seen her get nervous before a crowd. She does like to poop her panties, though, and the larger the crowd she can do that in front of the better. I think this might be one of those occasions." As everyone clapped and hooted, Suzy walked over to her and lifted Chloe's dress over her head and threw it on the table. Chloe wore just the panties, no bra. Then, rather dramatically and with an exaggerated look of ecstasy, she thrust her hand down the back of Chloe's panties and into the pile. All could see her spread her shit all over her ass, some of it plopping out onto the floor through the leg holes. She finally brought her hand out filled with shit, and roughly turned Chloe around so she was facing forward. With a huge smile on her face, she smeared the poop on her friend's bare tits and up to her chin. This sight caused the cheering to become louder than ever.
"Suzy knows just how to please me," Chloe announced to the assemblage, further rubbing the shit on her tits and torso. "Okay, everyone, let's all have some filthy fun!" Pointing to a long bench along the wall, she added, "You can put your clothes on that bench over there if you want, and just move the tables back a bit to give yourselves floor space. I would offer a prize to whomever gets the filthiest, but my guess is it would be a tie amongst most of you. I hope so, anyway. Enjoy!"
There was a clamorous rush toward the bench, clothes being removed along the way, and all the round tables were moved to the side to make room. Several people got up on the head table, either standing or kneeling, and signaled for others to kneel on the floor in front of them. When enough had gathered, they began pissing on them, the howls of delight echoing around the room. It was a magnificent golden shower, though more like a thunderstorm downpour and had everyone partaking in it drenched and excited.
When the deluge ended, the action really picked up. Some on the table turned around while still kneeling, offering their asses to whomever was interested. Others lay down and spread their legs, their bottoms close to the edge of the table. Vera was one of these people, and as soon as she sat down, Naomi was right there pulling her ass into her face so she could tongue her anus. She pushed Vera's legs far back above her head where Vera held them in the crook of her knees. Naomi's tongue swam all around her sphincter and up and down the valley between her cheeks, savoring all of it. She and Vera had scatted together several times already, were now good friends and passionate lovers, and Naomi couldn't wait to be gifted by her once again.
"Come on, Vera," she begged in between long wet swipes and deep insertions of her tongue in her asshole. "Don't hold back, I want all you've got! My tongue can't go in any deeper, fill my mouth, love!" Vera strained and knew it would be any second before those demands would be fulfilled. The slide of shit down her rectum began, she relaxed and tracked its descent carefully in her mind, then heard Naomi moan and knew her log was flowing swiftly to its target. It was huge, she could feel it as it exited her butthole, seconds ticking by and the turd still snaking out of her. Naomi's mouth must be totally full by now, she imagined, and would be holding the last of it in her hands.
"Holy shit, Vera!" she suddenly heard someone say. It was her sister, Tess, who must have been kneeling next to Naomi. It surprised her; she thought she would be underneath a defecating ass herself already, or making a contribution of her own. "That's the biggest fucking log I think I've ever seen you make! Luckily, it's Naomi consuming it, and she knows exactly how to handle it all. Just like I would, of course. Her whole face is covered like a giant snake is curled up on it. I've got to taste it and help her spread it around."
Vera sat up and saw Naomi sitting on the floor leaning back on her hands, a huge pile of dark-brown shit on her face yet. Tess had her tongue out and was trying to push it through the mess so she could slide it into Naomi's mouth. Vera continued onto the floor kneeling beside Naomi and took a handful of her shit off her face. This left a six-inch turd in Naomi's mouth which she spit out into her hand.
"There," Vera said. "Maybe you can breathe again." She took what was in her hand and smeared it on Naomi's tits and then on her own.
"Thanks," replied Naomi. "I could breathe okay. And the smell was so wonderful! Suck on this log with me. You, too, Tess." She popped the log back in her mouth and Vera joined her in a messy shit-kiss back and forth.
"I'm gonna leave you lovebirds to yourselves," declared Tess, "and see if I can find Chandler or Karen and see what they're up to." They were two college students from Cottage 3 they had all met and scatted with the first day at the ranch. Half of Tess's face and almost all her tits were covered with Vera's shit.
"Make sure you give Chandler a big kiss so he can taste what quality shit is like," joked Vera.
"You're mixing up quality with quantity again," Tess retorted smiling. "Just because you shit a ton on Naomi's face doesn't mean it's good quality. Besides, you left that strawberry jam you were experimenting with at home, so the sweetness is gone."
