Getting over my fetish 2

“I hope he is not having problems digesting my shit.” Roberta said waving down at me as they walked away.

The rest of the night went by with a blur. My stomach still was huge. I don’t think my stomach could handle all of Roberta’s shit. I think it’s just sitting there rotting in the pits of my stomach. Even the piece still stuck in my throat was not moving. The smell from it kept coming up in my mouth and it smelt worst than Dawn and her liver and onions.

“Morning hon are you feeling better?” Dawn asked.

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Hospital, why?”

“I don’t think my stomach is digesting Roberts carp.”

“Oh don’t be silly. Your stomach is looking better.” Dawn says looking at my stomach. “Well kind of. Look you have another fetish that is going to come true today. Remember the story I told you about allow people to use you?”

“No, no more shit please, Dawn.” I pleaded with her

“Oh don’t worry Jack. You don’t have to eat any of it. Remember fifteen people and then I’ll come down and ask if you want out. You’re already lying down and I promised you no more eating for a week.”