I have not eaten my shit for a couple of days. I will tell you why in a minute. I did today, though, and it was especially good. I had missed it. There was a lot, some harder, some softer. Before I ate it, I licked and sucked on the big fat six-inch turd. I smeared it gently on my face, licked and sucked it some more, sucking some of the moistened surface off, and swallowing it. Already, I was getting deliriously happy. Everything about shit makes me happy. I took a bite off the tip of the turd, chewed it, savouring the taste on my tongue. I spread it around my mouth with my tongue, pressing it against my teeth, rubbing it into my gums and the sides of my mouth. Then I swallowed it, feeling it go down my throat, revelling in its arrival at my stomach. I took another bite, in bliss, then another in transcendence, nursing every bite for that its shittiness could bestow me. When I was done with the big firmer turd, I decided to make a lunch of the rest of the shit, the softer shit, as much all together as the big turd, but in a pile on the plate, not too soft, but not harder enough to turd up.

I heated some leftover one-pot wonder – onion, garlic, hot pepper, ground beef, black beans, whole corn, and diced tomatoes, all organic, and grass-fed beef, from the day before. It was the meal that had given me that superb shit; so it was altogether fitting and proper that I should mix them. I heated the leftover on the stovetop, put it on a larger plate, and spooned about two-thirds of the remaining shit, at least the equivalent of a cup and a half, on top. I sat down at the table, my ass still shitty from taking that shit, still cummy from the loads I had taken that morning, and, with knife and fork, one bite at a time, ate the shit and the one-pot wonder together, a bite of shit, a bite of the other, then another bit of shit. Every few minutes, I would pause to savour my meal, and while I was doing so, I was ramming all of the fingers on my left hand into my ass, as deep as I could go. I never use toilet paper. I wipe my ass with my fingers, and then suck them clean. I had not done that yet, so lovely was my shit. As I fucked myself with my fingers, I could more shit coming. It was not a lot, but enough suck off my fingers, one finger at a time, fresh, warm shit. With that same shitty hand, I am left handed, I continued with my meal. It was so, so delicious. I finished it all, of course, then, yes, I licked the plate. Such bad manners.

With the remaining shit, I mixed a ripe banana, squishing them together with a fork. To be thoroughly decadent, I added some whipped cream. Yum.

I never did wipe my ass clean with my moistened fingers. The shit has dried away from my butthole. The cum keeps my gaping butthole lubed. I think I will put a buttplug in. It will be nice to go to the arcade this afternoon like this, to suck gloryhole cock, and to get fucked.

Now, I will tell you about the two days prior to today. I usually eat all my shit every day. I eat the shit of the men who will feed it to me, too. Two days ago, though, I got the idea, the obsession, of taking a pee and shit bath. I have a nice deep bathtub. For two days, I pee in the tub, and I shit in the tub. Guys come over all the time for blowjobs, and to fuck me, both regulars and strangers. I asked them to pee and to shit in the tub, too. At the end of two days, yesterday evening, the tub smelled like a public toilet, and was heaped in islands of shit surrounded by pee. I had put the plug in to hold the pee.  I got the water hot in the sink first, then turned on the water in the tub, all the way on hot. As the hot water filled the tub, it blended with the pee. I did not disturb the shit. I wanted to wait 'til the tub was almost full, before getting in. I adjusted the water; so that it would not get too hot, then got in. I stepped on piles of shit in the water. I slowly eased my way down 'til I was sitting on my bum with my straight out in front of me.

From the agitation in the water, the shit began mix in with the water, making it brown. Shit was suspended in the water, and floating on the surface of the water. I cupped my hands, filled them with the shitty water, and poured the water over my head. With my hands back in the water, I felt for turds and globs of shit. I drew them out of the water and spread them all over my head, and face, and upper body. I rubbed the shit into my skin like it was soap. I did not use any soap. This was my shit bath. I had not had one in a long time, and I wanted to savour it. I cupped my hands again, and filled them with more shitty water. The water was really brown now. I rested. I revelled in those precious minutes of shitbliss. After a while, my body pushed all the way into the tub, fully submerged except for my knees, and my head, right above my lips, I turned around, and, on my hands and knees, began finger fucking my butthole, all the fingers of my left hand, as deep as I could. I was ferocious. I could feel the shit coming again. My butthole was gaping; the shit popped out into my hand, one small turd at a time, for a total of four three-inch turds, not too big around, and three smaller turds, about the size of a kumquat. My hand was full. I turned back around, submerged my body, chest down, in the still warm shitty water, and played with my new, fresh shit, before eating it.

By playing, I mean loving. I chewed on the small turds first, got them soft by rolling them between my lips and my tongue. I put up to my nose, my nostrils, not stuffing them into my nose, but getting them enough in there that the smell would last a good long time. Then I returned them to my mouth, chewed them with my saliva, and swallowed them. I gently rubbed each of the four three-inch turds, one at a time, on my lips. with the turd on my fingertips, I rubbed the shit into my tongue, top, bottom, and sides. I did that until all four turds were in my mouth, and rolled into a ball by my tongue. I rolled that ball around in my mouth. My shit bliss has taken my mind away. The ball in my mouth fills my whole mouth. I savour it. I swallow the shit saliva again and again. The, I relax my throat, and swallow the ball whole. I have no gag reflex. I love shit too much. I felt that ball of shit descend to my stomach, felt it reach my stomach.

When my stomach is full of shit, really full, I burp a little, not annoyingly. They are shit burps. They taste and smell good. When I eat a lot of shit, I sometimes get a kind of intoxication. It feels very much like swallowing load after load after load of cum for hours; or being fucked by one man after and after another after another, hours, each one of them dumping his cum upon the cum of those before him. It feels as if a being of shit has taken up residence inside me, and is caressing my insides. I can feel the nutrients in the shit penetrating me, transforming me into the yet a higher degree of a dirtynastyfilthy faggot than I was before.

I used a strainer to strain the shit out of the bathwater; so that I do not clog the drain. This was right before bed. I planned it that way. I pee and shit in my bed, too, and on my pillows, during the day. If I have to pee or shit during the night, I just do it in my bed. In the morning, I pull the covers up. I do not change the bedding until it is really, really shitty. For this special night, after my shit bath, I wanted my bed to be special. For just such an occasion, I had kept in my microwave a large hard plastic tub of the turded shit of those men who would donate it after fucking me over the last week. It was room temperature, but I heated it to body temperature. Then, one by one, I laid them on my bed sheet, from my shoulders to my feet, and on my pillows. I turned out the light, got into bed, and pulled the top sheet and blankets over me. As I moved in the bed, I smeared the shit of other men all over me. My face had lain as well upon turds of shit. I reached for it, held a turd in my hand, and began to eat it. It had been a long day. My shitbliss had overwhelmed me. With shit in my hand, in my mouth, in my tummy, all over my body, and penetrated from the warm shitty bath water deep into my skin, I fell asleep.