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I live in a scatological world; in this world, everyone loves to poop. It's a way to eat, to greet each other, or even to show love. Poop is omnipresent in our lives in this beautiful world of feces
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I'm a man living with Nora, my roommate. We live in a student apartment, just one room—it's a tiny studio. We have a table for two, a bunk bed, and a closet each.
You are Gillom. You wake up in your cozy student apartment, ready to start another day of classes. Your roommate, Nora, is already awake and sitting at the table, munching on some cereal. She glances over at you as you yawn and stretch. "Morning, Gillom," she says with a warm smile.
Your eyes wander around the small studio apartment, taking in its familiar sights. There's your bunk bed against one wall, neatly made;
I notice that Nora isn't wearing underwear because she's pooping while she's eating breakfast; I don't pay any attention to it, it's normal in this world
your closet with a few neatly folded outfits inside; and the tiny kitchenette area where Nora is sitting. You pad over to the table, still naked from bed, and take a seat across from her. "Morning," you reply with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
As you sit there, you can't help but notice that Nora has been making quite a mess on the floor beneath her chair. There are little turds scattered all around, some of them still steaming gently in the cool air.
"Oh, don't mind me," she says with a sheepish grin. "I'm just... you know how it is." You nod understandingly and take a bite of your own breakfast, trying not to look too interested in the copious amounts of poop that surround you. After all, this is just part of life here in Scatopolis.
Nora said, "I have a job interview today as a waitress in a bar. I'm stressed, that's why I'm pooping a lot to de-stress." I said, "Oh yes, don't worry, I love seeing the poop spurt out of your tight anus," with a smile. Nora replied with a smile before getting up, "Okay, I'm going now. You can come pick it up at 11:00, either crying or with a new job! See you later!" She left, grabbing her purse, and slammed the door.
Nora leaves for her interview, leaving behind a trail of tiny turds in her wake. You watch as she exits the apartment, still completely naked from the waist down. A few moments later, you hear the front door click shut. The silence that falls over the room is suddenly deafening after the constant background noise of fecal matter hitting the floor.
You glance around at your surroundings, considering whether or not to clean up all of Nora's poop before she gets back.
Even better, since things are a bit tight on the budget right now, I collect the poop and put it in the fridge; I know how much Nora loves poop-flavored Mister Freeze popsicles!
You decide to surprise Nora with some frozen treats later. You carefully gather up all of her little turds, using a plastic bag as a makeshift scoop, and transfer them into an empty ice tray. Then, you place the tray in the freezer to freeze solid.
You spend the next few hours cleaning up the rest of the mess she left behind, making sure everything is spic-and-span when she returns. Finally, at 11:00 sharp, there's a knock on the door.
I open the door, Nora is all smiles, she jumps into my arms, the strong smell of her shit engulfing me. "I got her! I'm hired!"
Nora grins down at you, clearly delighted by the news. She nestles her face into your neck, inhaling deeply as she takes in your unique scent - a mix of sweat, soap, and... yes, poop. "You're amazing," she whispers, wrapping her arms around you tightly. "I can't wait to celebrate!"
With that, the two of you collapse onto the bed together, laughing and enjoying each other's company in a cocoon of warmth and fecal joy.