THE SHIT SMEAR BANDIT

Imagine a man, driven by an overwhelming desire to be a brainwashed slut, craving the guidance and control he knew he needed.

Despite the clear instructions, he hesitated and did not text. That day, he decided to indulge in a seemingly harmless hamburger from his favorite diner.

As he took the first bite, he felt a strange sense of unease, but dismissed it, attributing it to his anxiety over not following through with his desire to submit.

The burger tasted off, a faint sourness hidden beneath the layers of ketchup and mustard. With each chew, the meat seemed to grow heavier in his stomach, turning into a grotesque lump of regret.

Hours later, he was struck by an intense wave of nausea. His body convulsed, and he barely made it to the bathroom before violently erupting.

The smell hit him first — a putrid mix of bile and half-digested food that made his stomach churn even more.

Projectile vomit spewed forth, splattering against the walls with a force that seemed to shake the very foundation of his home.

The acrid taste of stomach acid burned his throat, a relentless reminder of his body’s betrayal.

The agony didn’t end there. As he clung to the cold porcelain, he felt his insides twist and turn, his bowels rebelling against him.

He was caught in a vicious cycle, running between the bathroom and his bed, his body punishing him in the most humiliating and painful ways.

Diarrhea came in explosive bursts, the smell overwhelming, leaving him weak and dehydrated.

Have you ever walked into a public restroom and seen the toilet overflowing with shit? I have. I’ve witnessed toilets overflowing with shit in New York. I’ve smelled the stench of overflowing toilets in Seattle. I’ve experienced it in Paris. No matter where I was, the sight was the same — shit spewed all over the floor. The smell was so overwhelming I had to cover my mouth. The foul odor was so intense, I could almost taste the shit on my tongue, the feces of a thousand people.

It’s like stepping in dog shit and tracking it everywhere, but you can’t find where it’s coming from. You just smell it, lingering and pervasive.

Now back to this guy.

The experience was nothing short of a nightmare, a grotesque punishment for his hesitation.

He lay there, drenched in sweat, trembling, and utterly broken. The desire to be brainwashed and submit now haunted him, more powerful than ever, as he realized the price of his inaction.

Doc