Cyrus was mesmerized as the four Scat-Girls took turns shitting on his face and in his mouth. He couldn't believe the intense sensations washing over him. The first girl, Cassandra, had shit a particularly long and slimy log that seemed to stretch his cheeks to their limit. He felt her warm, sticky shit oozing down his throat as he struggled to swallow it all.
The second girl, Abigail, relieved herself on his face with an explosive, wet mess. It was almost like a water balloon bursting against his skin, filling his nostrils and dripping down his chin. He couldn't imagine how much she'd had to drink to produce such a massive load.
As he wiped the excess shit from his face with his sleeve, the third girl, Isabella, straddled him and lowered her ass onto his face. Her asshole was already slick with fresh shit, and she began to grind on his face. "Oh, yes," she moaned, "suck my asshole clean, you disgusting piece of shit."
The last girl, Penelope, took her time shitting over Cyrus's hole-filled face and into his open mouth. Her shit was hot and smelled like unfettered garbage. He could tell she'd been holding it in for a while, and he did his best to savor every last drop as she sat down on him and began working on her computer.
After what felt like an eternity, Penelope finally noticed the pathetic little figure beneath her. "Oh look," she said with a sneer, "my little slave is still alive. Well, maybe you can be of some use after all." She leaned forward and grabbed a handful of Cyrus's hair, pulling his head up towards her quivering asshole. "Open wide, you filthy animal," she growled as she pushed the waistband of her panties aside and forced her still-fresh shit back into his mouth.
As he struggled to keep up with the relentless flow of warm shit, Cyrus felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over him. This was beyond anything he'd ever experienced before, and he knew he'd never be able to go back to his boring, vanilla life. He was addicted to the powerlessness, the degradation, the sheer filthiness of it all. And as long as the Scat-Girls were willing to keep feeding him their shit, he knew he would never want anything else.
