This is how I was cured of my scat fetish, R9K;
>Be me
>Have scat fetish
>Went to use a Subway (the sandwich shop) restroom
>I am immediately embraced by the pungent aroma of feces
>Get half chub thinking about all the bombs dropped in the stall
>Walk into stall to find a half eaten meatball marinara sub on the toilet seat
>Next to a turd the size of a Louisville slugger suspended in the water
>Fully errect
>Unzip pants
>Reach into murky water and pull out the magnificent piece of shit
>It's cold
>Immediately reel back in disgust at my actions
>Hands covered in dripping shit
>Stomach churns as common sense for the first time enters my brain
>Flush the slugger and sandwich, cannot bear to see either as nostrils burn
They don't go down
>Hold flusher down with foot
>It gurgles and spews
>ohshit.jpg
>Liquid crap explodes from the bowels of the plumbing
>Floods floor
>I panic
>Hastily zip pant fly, catching my exposed willy
>Reel back in pain
>Slip on wet tile
>Fall into toilet
>Covered in cold shit
>I lose it
>I scream until the staff bursts down the door and I am carried away by paramedics
>I became constipated in the weeks to come, as I couldn't muster the strength to look at my own shit anymore
>I avoid bathrooms in general
>I'm on medicated laxatives
>I haven't talked about this to anyone yet.
Kek, would of been better if you died in process though
>subway
>scat