For years now, I have taken feminisation hormones. Though I started my hormone therapy late, after having lived most of my life as a submissive, third-gender, effeminate pussyboi, cockslut, cumwhore; with long hair, makeup, coloured nails, heels, and slut clothes as revealing of my cunt and clit as possible; sucking cock and getting fucked in every public configuration possible, and in every slightly less public configuration imaginable; preferring always strange and anonymous cock and cum, the filthier the better, favouring poz, and pee, and shit, and reckless men who fuck with as much abandon as I get fucked; though, despite and still, the hormones have had their positive effects. I am smooth; round-butted with a deep gaping cunt; with the tiniest of clits, always limp and floppy, dribbling cum only when I lick and tongue yummy shitty butthole, and eat shit; and, of equal joy to me, my sissytitties, with spreading perky pink areolae, and enlarged nipples, always erect. My nipples are so sensitive, fingering my cunt and playing with a nipple is all I need to orgasm internally. I never get hard, and do not cum, but the feeling is fabulous.

Since I was little, when the fascination and adoration of my cunt began, and when I began eating and playing with my shit, I have loved rubbing shit on my nipples and areolae. This was long, long before I began rubbing the cum and the shit of the men who fucked me on my nipples, long before the gangbangs and the bukakke, with men cumming and peeing and shitting in my mouth and all over me.

With the first shit of the day, into my hand, of course; so that I can eat it, as I do with all of my shit, I rub my sissytitties with it, in a circular motion on the areolae, around the nipples, and then dab it on the nipples. My areolae and nipples are pink to begin with. With the shit, they are made brown, of course. I savour the taste and the smell of shit. The smell from my shit-smeared titties further enhances the taste in my mouth as I am chewing and swallowing my shit. The shit on my sissytitties, reapplied many times during the day, also feels wonderful. First, it is moist, then it dries, all the while penetrating my nipples and areolae in the most sensuous and delicious of ways, as if they are being delicately massaged somehow. Yet another delight are the brown patches on my teeshirts and blouses at the end of every day.

Often, my reputation precedes me. I am exceedingly dirty, nasty, filthy. Through word of mouth, many of the men who fuck me know that I have no limitations, that there is nothing I will not do to fulfil their wildest, most obscene sexual desires and fantasies. That the fragrance of shit is radiated, emitted, exuded from me is no surprise to them. They have heard, too, or have already experienced it with me, that nothing will make me happier than to eat their shit, drink their pee, and, of course, accept their cocks and their cum deep in both my mouthpussy and in my asspussy. Shit and pee, cock and cum, of course, poz, too, without hesitation, every ejaculation and elimination is wholly welcomed, swallowed, ingested, sanctioned, devoured, absorbed by me, no questions asked. As a sissy faggot, I exist to suck cock, to get fucked, to be a toilet for all men.

Oh…the joys of being a fearlessly fanatical sissy faggot. My destiny was confirmed at birth. Since then, that destiny has unfolded unimpeded. Defilement improves everything. All is enhanced by filth. Of course, I live for cock, and for cum, but my greatest happiness comes from shit, especially, and pee. My sissycunt, my sissyclittie my sissytitties, my whole sissybeing revels in shit.

My ultimate scat fantasy is lowering myself down into a massive tank of pure human shit, with men and women sitting on the rim above my head adding to it continually. Just the thought gives me erotic shivers. My little sissyclittie cannot help dribbling cum. Immersion, finally, in shit, the waste, the filth, the excrement of so many strangers, the unmistakably strong aphrodisiac smell, the thick, lumpy, turdy texture pressing against my body and penetrating my skin. I dunk my head in. I go all the way in over my head. With my eyes closed but my mouth open, I rub the shit into my hair, all over my face, all over my body. When I raise my head just out of the shit, I grab for turds in the tank of shit, squish them between my fingers, massage them into my skin like the finest of lotions…and begin to do what I like to do most, to shove whole turds into my mouth, filling my mouth, chewing them, savouring them, swallowing them…or taking a bite of one turd in one hand, chewing and swallowing it, then taking a bite of the turd in the other hand, and doing the same… I become a total shitmonster. I lower my mouth into the shit, the shit in which I am immersed, submerged, and eat and eat and eat, feeding myself ’til I am stuffed with shit. I become shit, I eat so much. I eat so much shit, I vomit shit, and then I eat it all up again. I eat so much shit, I shit myself, mixing my shit with the shit of so many others. I want, I need to become one with shit… I live to eat and to play in the faeces from a thousand buttholes…

Pardon the distraction… It was particularly busy today for a while, in the best of ways. Men, mostly regulars were lined up for their daily blowjobs, their daily sissy fucks. I keep my bathroom, the toilet, ‘off limits’, i.e., inaccessible, to the men who fuck me. I never use it myself. Most of the men know already, if they have availed of my services in the past, that I encourage – demand, politely – that, in the absence of a customary toilet, they either use me as their toilet, or feel free to relieve themselves anywhere they please in my apartment. No place is disallowed – the filthier, the better. Some – the more timid ones – pee against the walls, and in the corners. Others choose the middle of the floor in the middle of the room. My favourites are those who pee and shit on my bed – on the bed covers, and under the sheets – on my bed pillows, on my desk, in the drawers of my chest of drawers, and on my dining table. In the kitchen, on the counter, I also keep a very large white ceramic pee bowl for deposits. That is often nearly full by the end of each day. I use the mixed urine of my fuckers for douching. Since I was very young, I have only douched with pee. I regret to have to douche at all – I love all that cum deep inside me, held in when I am not being fucked by a large stainless steel buttplug, penetrating into the tissues of my deepest cunt, defiling my blood – but I do it once a day, in the mornings, after my night visitors have left, and my morning suck and fuck commitments have been fulfilled.

When I am alone again – between fucks at home, or going out to the gloryholes, the porn cinemas and arcades, the public parks and restrooms, and on suck-and-fuck appointments – I look and smell for the offerings of my dear tops. It is rare that there are none to be found, of varying degrees of freshness. I love them all. With a few hours of ageing, even the once soft piles are solid enough to pick up with my fingertips, lift to my eager mouth, and eat.

I have a few minutes now… Let me see what I can find…