Getting over my fetish 2

“Just think my shit and your shit is digesting in his stomach as we speak. Unless he throws it up. ” Dawn closes the lid.

Dawn starts walking up stairs and Roberta turns and opens the lid, “So I guess you’re proud off yourself. But look at it this way, your love of your life just packed my shit so tight into your stomach that you’ll have no choice but to digest it. Even though you may have not been able to throw up that giant turd, Dawn mad sure it would stay down. Who knows you might see this ass again before I leave, enjoy.” With that she closed the lid.

Hours went by and I could hear Dawn and Roberta moving around. Normally I would be worry that Dawn has not let me out yet but I was still in pain. I was finally able to close my mouth but my jaw was aching really badly. My throat felt like the walls were ripped apart. My neck feels like it is still expanded and not it still felt like there was still a big lump stuck down by the bottom of the throat. Not to mention my stomach I could not even move it. I want to throw this crap up but there was no way it would after Dawn packed it down. I still can’t believe Roberta wanted me died. When I told Dawn I wanted no mercy I never thought someone could shit that much.