Gilda’s Bitch

“Well? You gonna just stand there staring at me?” She chortled, “I feel like I’m about to drop a nice, big, bundle for ya, and if I get even one mark on this carpet you’re paying for it.” Her threats always seemed very genuine.

Sure, Gilda did have a bathroom, but she had gotten out of the habit of using it, opting instead to push me even further and actually... yes, I’m being serious... expect me to be her toilet, and yes - it’s as awful as it sounds.

The other problem with her diet was how unpredictable her bowel movements could be, and I was expected to ‘take care’ of them at a moment’s notice.

She shuffled on the spot, her tail once again raising up and away from her butt.

“It’s.... hng ... gonna come out.” She grunted, using her legs to plant herself down firmly.

What came out was not, as she had expected, solid waste, but instead another fart; this one squealed out for about four seconds. Her pre-poop farts were always the worst - the smell was somewhere between rotten fruit and garbage bags, with just a helping of meaty manure.

“Fuck... I know I’ve got something in there, just taking a while to come out..” I could hear her grunting loudly again, her ass sticking out slightly as she did this.

“Wait. Come here a sec.” She used a claw to beckon me over to her head, and as son as I was close, jutted her head forward to send a wet belch my way.

She blew it towards me and cackled, it smelled like hot, spoiled chorizo.

As soon as she’d given me this little ‘treat’, I was instructed to once again take position at the rear side of her.

The other thing about having to perform these toilet duties for Gilda, and I know this is disgusting; I could never totally be sure about the consistency of what was going to come out. Would it be hard and chunky? Wet and runny? I would only know as soon as it released from her currently pinching asshole.

“It’s coming for real, this time.” She muttered, and surely enough only a few seconds later a little brown turtle head peeped out between her fat, furry cheeks. The smell of griffon shit acquainted itself with my nose almost immediately, and if you’ve never had the bad fortune of smelling griffon manure, it’s even worse than that of a dog, a cat, a horse or even a human. It’s sickly and bitter, and has some horrible unmistakable smell to it that’s too foul to really compare to anything.

I took one deep breath (probably not a good idea with the smell) and got to work.

I started by pulling her cheeks apart so that this log could pass more easily. I could already tell it was a fat one, and my suspicions were confirmed when I parted the two fatty orbs of ass and saw just how much her asshole was being stretched to accommodate this particular turd.

It was already time to start taking care of the waste for her. I really thought that by now it was something I’d be used to, but it just wasn’t.

My tongue distended from my mouth as I opened it as widely as I could, leaning in and making sure my open mouth was level with the excitement. It slid out at a snail’s pace, making a wet crackling noise as it did so.

After a few seconds, it touched my tongue, and I began to chew away at it, piece by piece. It was easier to break it down a little as it was coming out, rather than letting the entire thing fill my mouth and potentially choke me.

The taste was as bitter as bitter can be, and I shuddered as I chewed the waxy, gritty texture. I tried to ignore the small chunks of food that hadn’t quite been digested and focused more on swallowing; it was really a big task just to swallow the awful-tasting manure, but I had to.

It slid down the back of my throat like a thick, heavy piece of bread that almost gets stuck, but with a few gulps I managed to swallow it completely.

The log was starting to come out just a little faster, so I started to chew quicker. It got stuck to my teeth, and no doubt made a mess around my mouth, but there was not time to care about something so trivial; I pushed my head in closer, loudly chewing away as I tackled the thick log of shit.

Here’s the very worst part of this whole ordeal... this was my only food. My only meals. Of course, I was sometimes able to take a small bite of something I was preparing for her, but never very much. No - in a way, Gilda’s meals were my meals, only I had to eat them after they’d already been through her.

Her asshole puckered in and cut off the log, sending the last few inches of it swinging down and hitting my chin. I made sure to chew and swallow the last little length of it, before stopping and breathing heavily.

“Agh. That was one stubborn piece of shit.” She seemed just as breathless as me.

My entire mouth tasted of griffon shit. Everytime I breathed in or out the smell only intensified. I ran my tongue along the roof of my mouth, feeling that it had been stained brown, and there was still more to come.

“My fucking stomach still fucking hurts.” Gilda groaned, giving it a rub as best she could.

“I need a piss anyway.” She said with a sigh, and I knew this meant it was time to change positions momentarily.

I crouched down and pulled apart her thighs, revealing her pussy. To make sure I didn’t spill any of it, she usually instructed me to lie underneath her, with my head beneath her nether regions, and mouth around her fat pussy lips.

“Y’know, they used to use urine as mouthwash, so if anything I’m doing you a favor!” She laughed to herself. Her body was warm above me, and I could feel the rumbles of her tummy against me.

The warm spurt of urine began to flood my mouth, washing away the shit but at the same time introducing a potent, salty taste. I began to swallow the hot, golden liquid, feeling it trickle down the back of my throat. At this point, Gilda’s piss was the most tolerable part of this whole routine.

I cringed at just how salty it really was. She was never very well hydrated, opting for soda instead of water at every opportunity.

It was moments like this, noisily gulping down Griffon piss, that it really sunk in - the utterly humiliating position I was in; a position where I was being made to ingest every byproduct Gilda squeezed out into my mouth, knowing I was currently drinking what had passed through her body was a nauseating thought.

This one stream of piss didn’t last very long, and before I knew it it was time for me to resume my duties at her rear. I wiped my lips, taking a moment to breathe as I pulled myself out from under her and kneeled against her hind end.

“I hope you’re ready, pipsqueak!” She chuckled, and I watched as her asshole opened slightly, letting a new load of feces squeeze out from it.

The peanut-brown excrement glistened in what little light there was as it slowly curled downwards, her anus piping it out with the same crackling noise. I moved my face in closely and held my open mouth around the turd, letting it slide into my mouth until Gilda pinched it off.

For just a couple of seconds I felt it resting on my tongue; a fat, greasy snake of a thing, before I chewed at it and swallowed as fast as I could. It was slightly softer than that huge one she’d let out first, but the taste was just as unbearable.

“That one kinda stung.” She commented, before easing the next one out, although instead of shit coming out, I was greeted with a quick puff of gas into my mouth.

The next log slid out of her much more quickly, coiling up in the back of my mouth before I ate it. I didn’t even want to try and think about the sorts of food that had been digested to produce this.

“Rim me.” She instructed, the tone of her voice this time quite cold and very commanding.

I licked at her knobbly anus, swallowing the shit that covered it before letting my tongue deeper inside her rectum. She always wanted it cleaned thoroughly, disregarding the times where she liked to leave her ass caked in feces, letting it dry up over the course of a few days before making me chew it off.

I probed my tongue inside, feeling the pressure of the inside of her anus close around it. There was a brief moan from Gilda as I refilled my mouth with saliva and rimmed her again, making sure it was as clean as I could make it.

“Here.” She snapped, and I picked myself up and walked around to face her again. She was grinning smugly. “Feels like you did a good job for once” she teased.

“Um.. thank you.”

She laughed in my face. “You’re such a pussy!”

“Sorry.”

“Anyway... I’m hungry again, and I want you to get me something special.”

“What?”

She smirked. “Ice cream.”

“But, you can’t...”
She silenced me.

Dairy was the one thing Gilda couldn’t eat. God knows she ate anything else she wanted, but she had a severe intolerance to any kind of dairy. Even a sip of milk or a piece of cheese and her stomach went crazy.

“I want ice cream, so you get ice cream.” She snickered.