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To be alone in this flat was something terribly rare for Siméon. Despite a room for himself and a lock to his door, he didn't have much intimacy, and little time to relieve his tensions. Anyway, what he was about to do required an empty house. No one should know what he was capable of. He couldn't take any risk of being heard or worse, to be seen.

Very young he discovered that his body, besides being naturally flexible and agile like his primate ancestors, allowed him another kind of flexibility, more organic. He could eat as much as he wanted without getting much weight, at least as much as his hunger could allow him to. Realizing that, he ate for two, for two years ; he only gained one kilo. He knew his metabolism was different, which of course was quite useful.

What he learned in the most disturbing way was that the food he was consuming wasn't of course disappearing. What he ate, he had to reject it, at the same quantity. So he learnt he the day he clogged the toilet so much he had to throw the wastes in a big plastic bag to have a chance to unclog the piping, and with a lot of trouble. Probably one of his most lucy day : despite spending more that an hour inside the bathroom, making panicked roundtrip between the kitchen to know what to do and the bathroom, no one came inside to discover the pile of waste.

Despite one could think, Siméon didn't got scared, and didn't fear this ability. He was even disturbed to discover that pooping that much was satisfying him. So, each time he could do it, he stuffed himself like it was his last day on Earth when he knew that the next day or the day after, he would be alone.

After two days of applying such a terrible diet, he woke up with belly cramps, which was normal considering what he was about to do. He tapped his belly, suppressing a little moan of disconfort.

« Soon, soon... »

He giggled, and clenched his teeth as he let out a fart that could have shake those walls if they were thinner. The thundering gaz lasted a dozen of seconds, and he knew it was only the beginning. The advantage of liking such things was that the bad smells couldn't trouble him. It was useful sometimes...

He finished for the third day in a row a breakfast that could have feed three people in milk, cereals and fruits. Letting out an impressive belch, he prepared a blending of water and bleach in a corner of the bathroom, and in another corner a few plastic bags he would need later. Thinkking about what he was about to do was already giving him an erection, and a furious need to apease it ; some times he gave it a few strokes for a few seconds to build up some more pressure. He was planning on beating his personal record, like each time. And he had in mind, as he farted and burped at the same time for more than twenty seconds, that he was about to beat it fair and square. Maybe he should show it to the guinness books, but it could make a mess that his family would know about it.

His big red shaft throbbing with impatience, he finally decided to collapse on the floor. On his butt, letting enough room for his hole to let it all out, he bit his lower lip as a new fart resounded loudly in the room. He giggled, proud of himself, before moaning and putting his hand on his growling belly : it was the right time.

Moaning louder and louder, his hole slowly distending itself, revealing his fecal matter, compact and imposing. It was only the beginning, but he could already feel it was very large, making him to firmly grab his cock.

« Hmpf ! Oh fuck, it's so big... ! »

Farting one last time, which lasted and sounded more normal than the previous ones, he felt a gigantic snake crawling out of him, in a slightly wet sound. Hearing his moans and his heavy breathing, one could think he was just having sex. Somehow it was sex for him : the best way in the world to masturbate.

Which he began to do when he saw that his shit was as big as his own cock, and forming a pile close to his buttcheeks already messy. He tried to learn to shit slower, but stroking himself at the same time was making him loose control over his hole, which he could only push hard or clench.

The first piece, twice as long as him arm being out, he ripped another huge fart, making him to lay down on the floor, exausted by that first, so exciting, effort. He didn't have any regret of being alone or abandoned when he was doing that, contrary to those nights where he was only masturbating in sadness. Here, the only thing that mattered was his performance, and his insane ability to shit.

His tongue out, panting and still as moaning, his asshole covered with dirt and loosened up opened again, and way much larger than the first time, letting him screaming a little with surprise mixed with an exciting pain. Jerking a little faster, he straightened his back, fantasizing on this huge log of shit slipping against his wide open inner walls to stain the floor and get to the rest of the pile. This time, it was only as long as his arm, but larger than his wrist. Sweating with effort, pain and pleasure, he was about to cum, but he was holding up ; he felt it was for from over. He took advantage of a lull to touch his hole, noticing the damages. He could slip two fingers without any effort, from how much he was distended and lubricated by his own waste. He almost came when he spread the content of his fingers on his shaft, enjoying the warmth and dirtyness of his shit on his dick. Feeling dirty in such a way was always so exciting for him. No shame, not even pride, a simple pure pleasure of emptying his guts in an amazing way as he was emptying his overflowing balls.

Another long and loud fart made him realize it was about to continue. The pain was a bit stronger, and for once he managed despite him to shit slower. Pushing little screams, he put his hand on his asshole, bumping into a log that he could barely hold in his hand from how wide it was. He could feel it sliding in the palm of his hand and around his fingers. It was delightfully new. This time it felt proud, the record being borken. Enjoying the pain, he put his dirty hand back around his cock which violently throbbed with pleasure. Out of breathe, clenching his teeth, he pushed out a log bigger than his leg at least, and it wasn't over. It felt like it would never end, and he couldn't complain ; he was covering his groin with precum from how much he wanted it to keep going on. The neverending shit coming out of his ruined asshole was constantly pressing on his prostate, and even harder as it kept growing bigger and thicker, driving him crazy. He was pushing long moanings, shouting when pain or pleasure assaultd him a bit too violently.

His shit was spread on most of the floor of the small bathroom, forming between his legs a disproportionate pile of wastes. And yet, he wasn't totally finished yet. He wanted to hold it to enjoy it, but his hole decided otherwise, clenching for a few seconds before keeping on pushing as hard as it could. Feeling trapped in this state, he pushed one last moan between his teeth before cumming, covering his belly and his torso, and even his shit that kept on coming painfully. It was crushing his prostate being in full action, making him feel exploding with pleasure and cum even more than he used to produce. His eyes rolled upwards in their orbits, losing his breath for a couple of seconds as he was emptying his balls and his bowels at the same time. There was no better way to ejaculate than to shit several kilos of sshit larger than his asshole used to produce or accept inside, and his dick filthy and spitting cum all over the place.

Lay down on the floor, he kept shitting even after he came, out of strenght. Despite the impressive width of his waste, it seemed it was coming out by itself, without any effort. He kept shitting for a whole minute, pushing out one long silent fart that made him feel deflating like a huge balloon, from how much his hole was distended and loosened up.

He had to wait a few minutes, laid down on his filth, his dirty penis spreading the stains on his fur, to finally painfully stand up, and limping he began his cleaning work.

He first cleaned himself in the shower, generously using the soap to make disappear all the stains and smells, before beginning to fill three huge plastics bags with latex gloves on his four hands. He may had to use a fourth bag, but he was afraid it would be noticed. The bags full, he dressed up quickly to throw them out outside, where the smells will blend up with the other stenches of the public garbage truck.He was pretty proud to see those three big bags full of his waste ; until then he only needed two. And his hole was sore, as he loved it in those kind of moments and those other moments spent with another male.

Cleaning the floor and make disappear the smell was a really hard work. All windows opened, armed with bleach and a mop, he had to clean the floor several time so the smell began to attenuate. The smell wasn't putrid, witnessing his good health, but it was still an unpleasant smell for the others and of course a hard thing to explain. He had to work on it for more than an hour so it would completely vanish.

He knew it was a difficult kink to be proud of in front of the others, and kind of disapproved by the majority, but he didn't care. He only knew a couple of partners who where a bit scary and liked those kind of things, but they were either too submissive, or too dominant, and frankly desperate. They didn't know about his ability but often asked for pictures, or videos for lack of « shit and piss parties » like one of them used to say. Maybe he should have film or photograph it, but he would have kept it for himself, and the future interesting guys who wouldn't freak him out.