Scat fetish story diary experience

A comically gentle fart fluttered out, and then came a barrel of slimy shit. For reminding him what his destiny was a destiny that had only been selected as a destiny ten minutes prior did not make it any less of a destiny. Suddenly his stomachs gave an urgent burble, and his face paled as he felt an uncomfortable amount of pressure soar toward his anus. He wiggled his hips a little. I knew it wasn't a squirrel. Art pulled a pink thong over the diaper and then a pink micro-miniskirt.

Story Tags Portal scat. She nodded yes. Her smile twisted; her other hand grabbed the end of the whip and she snapped it; my mouth salivated, my tongue almost leaps from my salivating mouth--had I arrived at heaven's gate--or hell's?