Chapter 1: Introduction
"Alright, ladies, James needs you in the boardroom. Bring your phones and laptops. We have some health and wellness updates to discuss," Sandra, James' foul-mouthed administrative assistant, bellowed down the hallway connecting the office to the breakroom, where an array of over-caffeinated employees haltingly stared up at her. It was Friday--the day when most were secretly relieved to see the week ending and the weekend fast-approaching.
For Katie, Emily, and Sarah, though, this was about to be a session neither they could forget, nor predict to unfold in the way that it did.
Inside the boardroom, James greeted each of them warmly, gesturing for them to take seats at the elegant glass conference table getting shorter in length from glare reflecting off one end. The anticipation of what this peculiar meeting might entail became nearly unbearable.
James, eyes twinkling, began, "Ladies, I appreciate you taking the time to join me here today.
I wanted to discuss your health and wellness, hoping we can introduce new practices to improve overall well-being within our office."
Emily fidgeted in her seat, curiosity piquing, "Health, you say? What did you have in mind, James?"
He produced a series of white containers and three plastic bags, spreading them across the table. "You may have heard of personal health tracking devices that can monitor everything from steps walked to heart rates, even sleep. But have you considered monitoring something a bit more...personal?" Emily glanced at Sarah and Katie, eyebrows arched.
"I'm not sure I follow, James."
James stood, smirking, quirking an eyebrow, "Strap yourself in, ladies, because things are about to get interesting. What I'm proposing is that we dive head-first into maximizing our potential as a collective, and I can't think of a better place to start than with our, well, waste."
"Wait, are you suggesting we disclose our poop to each other?" Katie asked, jaw dropping.
He nodded, relishing the redness creeping onto their faces.
"Precisely my point, Katie. I want us to be open about this intimate aspect of our lives, and in doing so, I believe it's essential we explore how our health relates to it."
As Katie maintained her skeptical stance, her curiosity began to stir in unforeseen ways. "Well, okay then.
I guess I am first," Katie stammered, standing before the conference room table.
She untucked her blouse, refusing to give in to the trepidation threatening to overwhelm her. James handed her a container and she asked. "Where do you want us to poop?" Emily managed, aghast at the absurdity of this arrangement but also unable to deny the shudder of thrill running down her spine.
"Right here in the board room. Katie will go first, just squat on the table, and I will collect the sample." With more reluctance than she pleased to admit, Katie hitched one leg over the table's edge, adjusting her skirt before complying with James's request. It was a humiliating experience that Katie couldn't deny, but also something peculiar, shameful and illicit that made her heart thrum loudly.
James steadied himself with gloved hands just below Katie's, waiting the seconds it took her to defecate in the container he held.
James starred at her beautiful big ass and pink asshole.
He noticed her pussy lips were glistening as if showing a glimpse of hidden excitement. The smell of sex and shit filled the room, as Katie started to poop.
She moved her bowels slowly, feeling each thick turd slide out from her anus. Her eyes were squeezed shut the entire time, a desperation to just get this over with hanging over her. Little did she know, this experience would ignite new forbidden desires.
As pieces fell into the container, James felt himself growing harder and harder. He couldn't keep his eyes off Katie's bare and exposed sex. It was obvious that she was utterly humiliated – her face red, and her body trembling. James stepped in closer, his swollen cock pressing against her tight ass.
He watched her closely as she released her thick, meaty turds in the container. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he felt the warmth of her body and the curve of her hips against his swelling erection.
"Dirty girl," he whispered quietly into her ear, with a wicked smile. "You know how excited this makes me, watching you do this." His hand rested on her hip, gently stroking her warm skin.
"Are you all done pooping?" James asked innocently, a spark in his eyes that Katie couldn't help but ask herself whether this was really a scientific journey after all.
"Yes," she murmured, slipping off the table with a sigh of relief - no longer had she been sitting in such a humiliating and unique position, surrounded by colleagues.
James carefully took the container with Katie's waste and placed it on the table, while she picked up her clothing, getting herself back together.
With furtive glances at Katie, who looked mortified at the entire ordeal, Emily was up next. She climbed onto the shiny glass table, mimicking Katie's position, and looked down at James expectantly. She was undoubtedly excited by the taboo nature of it all, almost daring with her eyes to let James know she was more than game.
The atmosphere intensified as Emily wanted to raise the stakes, feeling brave and eager to match Katie's level of audaciousness.
She raised her skirt, revealing her bare ass for James to collect her next offering in the container. She had an added intrigue to her behavior, leaving no room to guess that the taboo excitement had her squirming with a subtle mix of anxiety, discomfort and pleasure.
As James positioned himself beneath Emily, the tip of his tongue moistened his lips, anticipation coursing through him as he prepared himself to catch Emily's offering in the container.
Emily winced and released, feeling the heaviness slide out until gravity took over and it plopped into the container.
James barely caught it in time, trying to suppress his audible excitement. James couldn't help but sneak glances at her bits—her pussy lips glistened in the artificial light, an unmistakable sign that she was not just embarrassed, but aroused too. Her rectum stretched wide open, gorgeously wrinkled from the bowel movement, teasing him and making his cock swell harder.
As Emily climbed down from the table, restoring her clothing to modest coverage, Sarah stepped forward.
She wore an assertive smile, confident in her ability to not only accept the challenge but raise the stakes to a new level.
"I hope you all don't mind, but I think I'm going to take this a step further," she declared, reaching for the hem of her blouse.
Sarah didn't hesitate, stripping down to nothing. She straddled the conference table, presenting herself completely bare to James and the others.
Sarah's curvy figure, marked by a voluptuous physique, drew attention to her.
Her bold actions made Katie and Emily feel even more timid in contrast. Sarah, in her full naked glory, sat atop the boardroom table, legs spread open, signaling James to place the container underneath her.
"Alright," she grinned, "I'm ready."
Katie swallowed hard, looking away, while Emily's gaze remained fixed to Sarah's bare sex. Emily's nipples hardened through her blouse, capturing an intense desire brewing within her.
With every plop of Sarah's bowels meeting the surface of the container, the atmosphere grew more charged.
"Okay ladies, now you need to smell your poop to make sure it's okay for testing." James' words hung heavy and cold in the room. Katie and Emily looked on in horror as Sarah complied without hesitation, leaning forward to take a deep, deliberate whiff.
"Seems fine to me," she confidently declared.
As Katie watched, an unfamiliarly arousing sensation coiled in her core. The thought of witnessing her own poop being inspected by James and her colleagues somehow ignited a forbidden desire within her.
Unable to resist, she followed Sarah's example, taking a tentative sniff of her own thick logs of waste.
It wasn't the most pleasant smell, she admitted, yet something strangely arousing in its rawness.
Raw human existence, just packaged and presented to her, foraging an uncharted territory of self-discovery.
Rather than revealing a traumatic experience, her first time pooping in front of her colleagues ignited forbidden sensations.
Her clit throbbed, insisting on reaching her enlightenment.
Emily, too, gave a quick sniff as if stealing James' approval filled her fanciful tendencies.
She shuddered, captivated by the subversive moment, cheeks flushed and heat emanating within her.
With the pooping portion of the experiment behind them, the three women each picked up their own containers and took seats again. The embarrassment still danced across their features, as did a newfound excitement for what was to come next.
James allowed them a moment to let the unique sensations settle, before bringing the session back to its originally intended purpose. His eyes glimmered with impish delight as he finally admitted the experiment's true goal.
"To ensure that we are all healthy and functional, I have built in a rewards system." James steepled his fingers, suppressing a self-satisfied smile. "Employee incentives are always worth considering. And as it turns out, amongst the usual tasks and responsibilities, my favorite task will be assessing each of your containers. Therefore, I propose that each of you lick your poop" --James paused, savoring the shocked expressions on Katie, Emily, and Sarah's faces--"every week. Once you've completed it, I will take note of it and send you all off with the corresponding reward."
The room fell silent as Katie, Emily, and Sarah struggled to comprehend what they just heard gasping, murmuring, glancing at each other apprehensively. They couldn't believe James required every woman in the company, including them, to begin licking their poop.
Katie, Emily, and Sarah tried to absorb the bizarre proposal, stealing curious glances at one another between increasingly uncomfortable attempts to hide their dismay.
"You want us to lick what, exactly?" Emily demanded, managing a trembling half-smile.
"Your poop. Every week. And if you don't, well, I'm afraid I can't offer incentives for the remaining work tasks," James declared with a smug grin.
The three women glanced awkwardly around the boardroom, the sound of poop shifting in their containers making their cheeks burn crimson.
"But that's... isn't that unsanitary?" Katie hesitated, a shiver ran down her spine as James stalked around the table, leaning in toward each one of the women, his stare directly challenging them to defy him.
"Unsanitary, perhaps, but those are the terms. And besides, there are benefits to such an Arrangement," James purred with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Benefits?" Emily echoed, swallowing in a vain attempt to quell her unease.
"Indeed, some would say poop has antibacterial properties," James retorted, a smirk playing on the corner of his sculpted lips.
The women squirmed in discomfort, yet the hint of excitement lingering in their eyes betrayed their conscious decision to proceed.
Their cunt lips were visibly swollen with arousal, betraying the twisted nature of their private selves and hidden secrets. The thrill of the forbidden was coursing through veins, lighting up parts of their brains flickering with blinding enchantment.
"Fuck," Emily muttered. "I can feel myself getting wetter by the second." She bit her lip, canting her eyes towards James, silently pleading with him to bring her release.
"Good, because it's time to lick your poop" - his voice was stimulatingly coarse, crammed with desire. "You heard him," Sarah entreated, hoarsely. The dare in her voice forced them to comply.
Licking poop: How had this become the new normal? Katie pondered. Chills traversed her spine, sensing the slickness of her own turds. But the chills gave way to an exhilaration like never before.
James approached with Katie's container, and she saw him glancing at her pussy, which was glistening with arousal.
"Go on, Katie. Start with this thick, juicy one." James instructed her.
Katie took a long, hard look at the turd floating in the sterile, white cup filled with shit. She couldn't believe that, in just minutes, she would follow James's order and willingly lick her very own poop.
She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the act as her tongue darted sheepishly against her bottom lip.
Tentatively, she licked the very tip of the firm, gleaming turd that stared back at her in the container.
A hint of satisfaction, contrasting against her initial disgust, brimmed her face—the taste not nearly as bad as she had imagined. It was all so surreal, tasting her own waste, but she continued delicately indulging in the task assigned to her.
The heat of her own excrement enflamed her senses, despite the revolting properties that accompanied it.