Jeff was enjoying his new life. He didn’t realize how into it he was until he made the transformation, but here he was, considering making it a permanent one. He only thought of his girlfriend, and how he would miss her, but he had forgotten all about her when Tony walked in. Tony was a 6 foot tall intern who worked in the building, who Jeff felt he had known for weeks. “Good afternoon,” Jeff said.
“How are you, Jeff?” Tony asked.
“Good. Busy a lot,” he replied. Tony pulled off his pants and sat on Jeff’s face. He began rambling about reports and meetings, but Jeff didn’t care. He was more focused on Tony’s pulsing asshole in his mouth. Tony began to push, and a thick log began to push its way into Jeff’s mouth. Jeff felt it make contact with his tongue and slide down to the back of his throat. When Tony finally pinched it off, the poo stuck out of Jeff’s mouth by a foot. “Have a good day,” said Tony, walking out forgetting to flush Jeff.
Here was Jeff again, stuck unable to swallow a turd. Jeff was hard as a rock. He was enjoying everything about what was happening. He loved the strong, earthy taste of the smooth but rigid poop that filled his mouth. He loved the smell of the log as it extended out from beyond his lips by a foot, right below his nostrils. He loved the heat that warmed his mouth, and radiated on his face. Jeff sat there, having found his new dirty fetish, wanting never to go back to his old life. His place was eating the shit of all those that would use him. It was with that thought that...