I want to shit out of my dick. I want to punish my dirty smelly little cock. I want him to feel the pain he causes every time he makes me masturbate to gay furry vore. I want to feel something for once in my life, I want to watch the fudge slowly ooze out of my penis head, I want the shit to be so big I loose blood flow to my penis. I want to grab my deep purple dick by the base, squeeze as hard as I can, and drag my hand up my turd dick and feel the relief of my penis finally being able to breath. I want to take laxatives, and create a diarrhea volcano, and shoot it all over my chest, my hot smelly shit coming from my throbbing cock. I want to make a straw that connects to my cock, and leads to my rectal opening, and shoot molten diarrhea into my ass, to experience what once had all that time ago. I want to fall into a deep depression because I no longer shit out of my ass. I want to meet a girl, and hit it off with her, I start feeling happy again. I want to have sex with her in a Porta John at a fair, smelly shit and fair food fills the air. I want to shit in her ass, and I want her to shit it back onto my chest, and I want her to hump me, my shit seeping into her vagina every time she plops back down onto my crotch. We date and have casual sex for the next year, until I propose. She says yes. We get married. We try for kids after passionate sex, ending with a shit cum creampie. Our kids die prematurely due to complications with my shit sperm. We break up, and I go back to my degeneracy. Regret. I move out and get a shitty apartment in the ghetto. I sell my body, I become a legend and sideshow to the community. I shit in asses, they shit on me, win win. I start to feel good about life. I tragically die due to a hit and run. I had a good run.

While reading this, you were telepathically raped. While writing this I came 3 times to the idea of you reading this and being deeply disturbed, I have came in tribute to you three times without you knowing.