“We need to talk specifically about digestion.” She says.
“Alright.” You say as you swallow a little bit, with a combination of fear and excitement now that you know this is going to be a reality. “What about it?”
“Well, you’re going to have to decide what kind of a turd you want to be.”
“I…. I didn’t realize there were different types.” You said stammering with disbelief at the bluntness of the question.
“Here.” She says as she grabs a different photobook of the table and she opens it up. Inside is exactly what you were expecting to find. A picture of her bowel movements for every guy she has ever vored, cataloged and labeled.
“This is kind of the iconic favorite here.” She says stopping at one page. “The traditional big pile of shit.” You look at the picture of her toilet filled near the brim with big thick pieces of shit. “There’s nothing too this one really, but a lot of guys like that. I mean the whole thing is about becoming poo and that’s what we think of when we think about poo, so there you go.” She flips the page and shows you another photo.
“Then there’s the ‘single turd’ style.” You look at the picture of a giant dark turd, impossibly wide filling up the bowl and even drooping up over the seat a little. “These hurt but I think it’s worth it. It’s a lot of fun to have a guy come out as one single turd as opposed to a pile. You can think of it more as a former person that way.” She turns to you and looks deeply at your face for a moment, then back at the book. “Given your complexion, you’re going to be a lighter color than this, if that helps you decide any. This one was really dark, you’re going to be more of a coppery color. Just a shade lighter than chocolate brown, maybe. I can swallow some dye to change the color if you want but I think it’ll be a really good color for you.”
“Let’s just go with that then.” You say as you begin to envision what you’re going to be looking like tomorrow. It’s a very surreal experience.
“You can do some fun things with dye, though.” Lindsey says with excitement, flipping towards the back of the book. “This is what I did with my little cousin last month for his birthday.” She flashes you the picture of a technicolored bowl of shit, each turd a brightly colored red or yellow or blue. “For homecoming this year I’m going to do my date in school colors. It’s going to be so much fun.” You laugh and tell her this is a great idea, further proof that you’ve been inexorably seduced at this point.
“Now, here’s really what I have in mind for you.” She says turning to a new page in the book. The picture has a long, unbroken, coiled turd swirling around the toilet bowl, a few inches thick but several feet long. “I think that this is a nice, clean look that allows you to stay in one piece but isn’t quite as rough as the bigger one. Given the color you’re going to be, I think you’d be beautiful like that.”
“I… that works.” You say.
“Well, is that what you want?” Lindsey asks “Because you are the one that has to be happy like this. We can go with that or we can look at something messier.”