Shit Can Be Messy

Shit can be messy. We all know that. Even these two neat freaks, Marshal and Kevin, had known that. They were good friends and roommates, sharing a house in the suburbs, but in no way whatsoever were they lovers. They both though enjoyed a clean house and a clean yard. So needless to say they didn’t appreciate Mr. Robertson letting his dog shit freely in their yard.

Finally, one day, after stepping in the doggy doo-doo for what seemed the hundredth time, Marshal had enough and went to Mr. Robertson to complain about the stupid dog. Mr. Robertson just laughed and slammed the door in Marshal’s face. Pissed off, Marshal kicked over one of Mr. Robertson’s lawn gnomes (which broke) before returning home to shower and then head to work.

When Marshal awoke the next morning he felt odd. There was pressure in his gut telling him he needed to take a dump, but instead of heading to the bathroom he simply shit his boxers there in the bed. Once his rear was empty and his boxers were full he got up, removed the shit filled clothing and began smearing its contents all over himself. He was completely disgusted with himself, and yet he couldn’t stop, it just felt so right.

Once his naked body was covered with shit he found himself heading downstairs to the kitchen where he found Kevin, who apparently was going through the same strange urges Marshal was. Kevin was naked and smeared in his own wet shit, and Marshal’s stomach let its hunger suddenly be known. He couldn’t help himself as he started running his tongue over Kevin’s skin, licking up all that brownish shit.

That was just the beginning of what would become Marshal and Kevin’s new lives. They stayed home that first day, and remained home for every day following, the two never leave the house any more, if they need something they simply order it online.

They spend their entire days now eating and playing with each others shit. They are obsessed, unable to help but rub fresh shit all over one another and whatever clothes they decide to put on for the day, if they decided to wear clothes at all that is. And when there not playing with shit their fucking like rabbits, Marshal always being the bottom.

The two still eat regular food, as long as its mixed with shit of course. Their craving for shit will never go away, but neither will their need for cleanliness, which is still buried deep in their psyche and driving what is left of their old selves nuts. Especially seeing as how in just a week the whole house is covered in shit, fresh and old.

Mr. Robertson quite enjoys how his neighbors have changed, and being a nice neighbor he has a fence built in the back yard of Marshal and Kevin’s place so that the two can go outside anytime they want and not be seen. Mr. Robertson makes it his duty as a neighbor to look after the two new perverts, especially since he’s the one who cursed them.

Mr. Robertson always ensures that his dog shits in Marshal and Kevin’s yard now, which still drives the two younger men wild, but for different reasons now. Dog shit is like ecstasy for the two men, they go nuts trying to get it caked to their skin or down their throats.

Christmas is right around the corner, and Mr. Robertson has decided that his gift to them will be the introduction to the world of watersports. The two are sure to love the dog’s piss just as much as they love his shit.