Looking back on the one long term relationship I had that included scat, my favorite moments were the feedings that weren't overtly arousing or sexual. If we were just hanging out in the house and I could feel the need to shit growing, we would spend hours taking about it, letting it get to the point where I couldn't hold it anymore, and then feed it to her, followed by incredible sex, or doing things to her while she ate it. It was all so fucking hot and intense.

But in hindsight, I'm more aroused by the feedings that weren't planned, and were sometimes even inconvenient. It was long distance, and we spent weekends and vacations together, and during the time we were together she refused to let me shit in a toilet. We kept supplies in the car like wipes, paper towels, trash bags, and mouthwash. I fed her behind a movie theater because I knew I wouldn't make it through the movie. I fed her in her friends bathroom at their new years party, and then we went back out and finished the night with all of them. I felt bad waking her up in the middle of the night, and many times considered not doing it, but she was never upset, and always enjoyed the feeding even if we were both a little groggy, and didn't do anything after but go back to sleep. I think about those feedings more often now than I do the more extreme ones, because they were so natural, it wasn't about anything more than her consuming my waste, and me using her as my toilet.