Shit Can Be Messy

Shit can be messy. We all know that. Even these two neat freaks, Marshal and Kevin, knew that. They were good friends and roommates, sharing a house in the suburbs, but in no way what so ever 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 Marshal had enough and went to Mr. Robertson to complain about the dog. Mr. Robertson just slammed the door in Marshals face after he laughed. Pissed off, Marshal kicked over one of Mr. Robertson’s lawn gnomes and broke it before returning home.

Marshal ended up falling asleep in his work clothes on the living room couch and had woke up the next morning feeling odd. He realized almost immediately that he needed to shit, but instead of getting up he just started shitting his pants right there. Once his pants and boxers were full enough, he removed his clothes and began to scoop out the mushy shit and smear it all over his body. He was disgusted by what he was doing, and yet it felt so right that not doing such a thing seemed wrong.

That first day, and the days to come after that Marshal and Kevin stayed home. Actually they never left the house any more. Their bank accounts were always strangely full of money, and they ordered everything they needed online so there was never any need to leave the house.

All Marshal and Kevin did every day now was eat, and play with each others shit. They couldn't help but keep rubbing fresh smooshy shit all over their bodies and whatever clothes they decided to put on for no reason. Nor could they keep from fucking. Marshal was always the bottom, always, due unknowingly to him to his kicking of the gnome.

While they still enjoyed eating regular food they found that shit was the real delicacy. Their craving for it never went away, and the need to be clean was still there deep down inside, driving their old selves nuts while the new selves could care less. All the carpets were stained with shit, and the walls were covered in it to. The odor in the house would drive anybody nuts but they enjoyed it. Obviously they never cleaned, they just let the house get messier and messier as they pursued their new found shit desire.

Mr. Robertson enjoys his improved neighbors much more than the old versions. He had a fence built around the back yard so the two could play in the yard with some privacy. He even goes over every once and a while and joins in a little. He makes sure his dog Spot aways shits in their back yard, which drives the two guys crazy, for they cant ever get enough dog shit in their mouth and on their skin. While just here recently Mr. Robertson bought a sex toy syringe like thing, which he stuffed the dog shit in and then inserted it into the two pigs asses. Boy, how they love that. Robertson also make sure they never run out of shit, he being a plumber himself rerouted his toliets lines to empty into the boy's basement. They  even began to call Roberston daddy and he's decided for a Christmas present he's going to introduce them to the wonderful world of urine. They'll probably love Spot's piss just as much as they love his shit.