Prestin and Dallas were best friends since freshman year at college. They shared everything with each other, including their deepest darkest secrets. One day during their sophomore year, Prestin decided to confess something incredibly personal to Dallas.
"Dallas, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time." Prestin began hesitantly.
"What is it, Prestin? You know you can tell me anything," Dallas responded with a tender smile.
"Well... I have this weird fetish. I get aroused when I see women taking dump," Prestin revealed in a rush, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
Dallas was taken aback by the confession, but she recovered quickly. "Wow, Prestin. That's... unique. But hey, it's your business. I'll support whatever you're into," she said, trying to make light of the situation.
Prestin couldn't believe how understanding Dallas was. For years, she had hidden her fetish out of shame and fear of being judged or rejected. But now, she felt like she could share anything with her best friend.
A few weeks passed, and Prestin gathered the courage to bring up the taboo topic again. "Hey, Dallas, I was thinking. Maybe you could help me with my fetish?"
Dallas looked at her curiously, unsure of what Prestin was getting at.
"I was wondering if... you'd be interested in shitting together. Like, just the two of us, alone in a room. It's something I've always wanted to try," Prestin blurted out, her heart thumping in her chest.
Dallas considered the proposition for a moment before responding. "I've never done anything like that before, Prestin, but I trust you. I mean, what can it hurt? It's just us girls, right?" she said with a smile, deciding to take the plunge into the unknown with her best friend.
Prestin was overjoyed by Dallas's response. They agreed to meet at their dorm room after finals week, when they would have plenty of free time. Prestin spent the next few days preparing for their encounter—buying new lingerie, candles, and incense to set the mood.
The big day finally arrived. Both girls were nervous but excited as they locked themselves in Dallas's room. They striped down to their underwear, hugged each other tightly, and then got on the toilet simultaneously.
As they began to take dumps together, something strange happened—they began to enjoy it. The warmth of each other's bodies, the messy sounds of their shits hitting the water, the intimacy of sharing such an embarrassing act. It was arousing in a way they never could have imagined.
After the initial surprise wore off, they started to experiment more. They took turns fingering each other's assholes while taking dumps, moaning and groaning in pleasure. They even kissed and licked each other's faces, tasting the sweetness of their own feces.
By the time they were done, they both felt physically and emotionally exhausted but also incredibly close to each other. They cleaned up the mess, changed back into their clothes, and collapsed on Dallas's bed.
Prestin looked at Dallas, and for the first time, she felt seen and understood. Dallas returned her gaze with the same sentiment. They both knew that their secret was safe with each other. And maybe, just maybe, they had found a unique new way to experience pleasure together.
For they were college girls extreme, and nothing was too taboo for them.
