Note - This story involves scat. If you are offended by reading about chicks pooping, don't read. * * * * * Life has been really tough on Jennifer Lopez since her public breakup with Sean "Puffy" Combs. "WHEW." she sighed, racing to the nearest toilet. She had just got done performing for thousands of people on a hot and humid day. Shouldn't have worn th...
It had been a long day. Ben spent the day cutting the lawns and cleaning the garage while Lisa had the kids all day at toddler group and then at swimming lessons. The day had been class, glorious sunshine topped up the vitamin D levels and once the kids were tucked up in bed by seven, the whiskey and wine were broken out. It had been the first evening that t...
My name is Evan. Events portrayed in this story did not occur. Characters are fictitious. Chapter One Nevada had been kind to me. After graduating college, I had come to pursue a job opportunity. After five years, that had worn thin. I was now working for an internet-order company as an account manager. Since before I had started, there had been a female...
"And the Oscar goes to Emma Stone" These words had been uttered almost an hour ago, but Emma Stone could barely believe it. She went through her press interviews afterwards with her head positively in the clouds. Nothing as surreal had ever happened to her as winning the Oscar for Best Actress. She was instructed to go to a private room after the interview...
With lots of time to dwell on a recently failed relationship and a love-life with little direction, Claudia inadvertently falls into perversions of scat persuasion. While allowing herself to get carried away in her newfound dark fetish, she finds her limits challenged when she reaches out to the scat world for someone to help fulfill her fantasy. Part 1 - C...
I was walking home from work this Thursday when I noted a late model Pontiac at the side of the street not far from my house. I was located in a quiet middle-scale suburb in New York state. The car had its hood up. As I drew closer I focused on the windshield in the driver-seat area. I noted a woman talking on a cell phone. I immediately wondered if she wa...
Angela Rivers had become a regular at Padded Bliss, the local treatment center known colloquially as "The Diaper Spa." For the last five months, she had been getting diaper changes from other women who appreciated her and her independence. She could drop a big load in her diaper and have the size of her poop marveled at. If her diaper leaked, they would play...
Rosetta settled her huge butt on James's face. She couldn't imagine the stink he must be smelling right now. She had given up on wiping her incredibly protrusive bottom. It stuck out a full 24 inches past her lower back. She hadn't wiped in over 20 years, since she was about 13, right before her posterior began growing like a wildfire due to her steatopygia....
On a Tuesday morning, Angela's alarm didn't go off. It wasn't even set, for that matter, but she still yawned awake at around 7 a.m., her internal clock so well-developed. It usually came in handy but not so much today. It was her day off from Padded Bliss, as it was for everyone else at the spa. Cold weather in the region had frozen the pipes in the buildin...
Contains: hypermess, hyperstink ____ DONG! DONG! DONG! The church bell signaled that it was 3 PM in the quaint suburban neighborhood of Fouler Hill. Cars rolled along steadily in the streets, a dog or two here and there poking their heads out of the windows. An old couple crossed the street where a school bus stopped to release some children, who raced each...