https://www.reddit.com/user/mulamulapoopooiii
This guy really loves poo. He loves the sight smell and taste of it too.
Here is how he developed his poop fetish:
Oh well. At least my profile is non-important. Unlike, say, a wedding dress. I remember my moms wedding dress got dirty on the day of my parents’ wedding. It was bad. Real bad. I was the ring-bearer, and she didn’t want me to see her angry, so she had grampa take me to see the ducks.
We sat on the edge of the lake and talked for a while about mom and how she was happy that my old dad was out of the picture.
Right about then, this duckling walks up to me and grampa. We couldn’t see any mother ducks, and certainly no siblings by him. Gramps picked him up and let me pet him. He seemed to take a liking to the two of us. We placed him back down in the water and walked by the edge of the lake. I was sure his mom would turn up soon.
Suddenly, what felt like a foot came from behind, and side-swiped me into the water. I wasn’t that scared, but when I rose from the pond, it was just grampa. He couldn’t have done it.
We ended up going back to the hall to wash me up. But then grampa started acting strange… he unbuttoned my shirt, and only then did I realize that my tux was ruined.
We went into the bathroom, and took off my clothes. He said “your tux is filthy. We’d better clean it.”
He got my tux and placed it on his exposed belly and said “Remember when you helped wash my car at Nana’s?”
I did. So I rubbed his stomach. He seemed to like it. But then he said he had to use the restroom. I went to leave but he held me and said “Open your mouth Nicholas. Open your mouth.”
I did. So he went and expelled feces into my mouth for the first time. And told me to swallow it. I remember at the time I wasn’t ready for it. But now it’s the only taste I can stand. I love it. And I’m glad I was forced out of the nest by my lovely grampa to accept poop in my life, and my mouth hahahahaha