Goddess Phyllis

Chapter 19 The Winner Is

Goddess Phyllis had her mommy make the arrangement for the competition: an ass-off between reigning title holder of the world’s largest asshole, Babe and the new potential champion, Rhonda. Goddess Phyllis wanted this to be a big event and to have all of her women there. When you include Goddess Phyllis’s inner circle which numbered seven including herself but not me, of course; her “cunts in waiting” all eight of them, makes fifteen. Throw in Elly’s fat granny club members and that added about another two dozen (the number fluctuated). Do there would be about forty women, maybe forty-five. With all those women, we can collect a lot of shit. Therefore, Goddess Phyllis decreed that I would defend my title of worlds best shit eater against two challengers. Elly would have the leaders of the fat granny club select their two best turd gobblers.

Elena and Erin would of course be invited to attend, and Rebecca gave them the word via a phone call. Elena was so excited to return to the world of Goddess Phyllis with Erin, whom she had been able to dominate. Erin was bigger and stronger but Elena was too skilled. She had learned well from Goddess Phyllis and had paid a shitload of money for her lessons and she was damned if she was not going to dominate this young fat pretty girl. And she did. Elena proved to be too determined, too tenacious, too skilled for Erin to handle and Erin submitted to Elena anally and orally at every encounter.

The word came back from Elly that my two competitors in the shit eating contest would be a different breed, so to speak. I was quite surprised when Elly said that Babe had selected Clare, her former slave and currently coupled with Babe girl Jojo. Clare was thin but experienced. She ate a lot of shit for Babe when they were together, and before Babe, Clare was shit eater for the powerful Oz and her wife Jessica. Clare was good, no doubt about it. Competitor number two, from Ellie’s group, is Ellie’s own personal servant slave girl Jane. Jane is a small woman in her later forties with short gray hair. She spends most of her day tongue bathing Ellie’s four hundred pound body and ingesting Ellie’s waste products. Two tough competitors. I had to win. Had to. The thought of not living up to Goddess Phyllis’s expectations was simply not an option.

The big night was now only a couple of nights away. Ever since this began as a thought from the brain of Goddess Phyllis, Elly was working diligently on making Rhonda’s asshole the largest it could be. Not that Elly needed help, but eager to assist were Rebecca and Chemaine. Chemaine had been the one to really stretch her mommy’s ass to new limits after the initial pounding that Rebecca had laid upon it. Chemaine developed the ass punching technique, a rapid fire two-fisted fisting, if you will. It was a beautiful sight to see the young big titted fourteen year old stud punch her mom’s ass to new depths. The week away together, when Chemaine spent almost fourteen hours a day doing something to her mother’s ass, whether she was using the strap-on or inserting some object in her, had brought Rhonda to the level she was now at. Elly, using her biggest strap-on ever, would spend hour upon hour fucking Rhonda senseless. When Elly rested, Rebecca took over, and although Rebecca weighs less than a hundred pounds and Elly is over three hundred, not much was lost in terms of pounding that ass. Chemaine was delighting in watching her mommy’s face during all of this pounding and kissing her in addition to also punching the ass and using the strap-on in between Elly and Rebecca. This was going on for days. Rhonda held up well, and all opinions were that she would get the title.

The big night was here. Goddess Phyllis had Elena and Erin and the judge arrive early so that they could assist in the shit collection. All attendees had to either shit in order to be admitted or to bring a bagload of shit that was not more than twenty-four hours old. The women were given staggered arrival times and knowing Goddess Phyllis’s insistence on punctuality, everyone arrived on time to the minute. When all was said and done, fort-four women were in attendance and they had donated seventy-five pounds of shit. This would be divided into twenty-five pounds per contestant spread over five platters with five pounds each. The shit eating competition would precede the biggest asshole competition since Goddess Phyllis wanted the evening’s festivities to conclude with a massive ass fucking of the winner of the largest asshole (and the runner ups also).

All the women took their seats; the competitors were with their masters getting last minute encouragement. Babe was getting Clare all hot with kisses and promises of things to come if she won. Ellie needed only to look at Jane to get her hot; if Ellie’s shit was the only one to be used, Jane knew she would win. Goddess Phyllis did what she had always done. She put her hands on my cheeks and stared into my eyes. “You are the best shit eater, Shit boy,” she said. “You will win for me, to please me, to show your adoration of me.” My reply? “Yes, Goddess Phyllis.”  I didn’t need more than that. I was the best and now was my chance to prove it.

The curtains were pulled back to reveal a stage with three figures kneeling on all fours. I was in the center, with Clare on my left (stage-right) and Jane on my right. Goddess Phyllis walked out to a standing ovation. The goddess smiled and put up her hand for silence. “Ladies, I’m glad you are all here for this night of fun and games. Thank you for your shit; Erin, bring out the platters.” Erin wheeled out fifteen platters, five for each of us, each platter five pounds; twenty-five in all. Same rules as last time. A big glass of fresh pee after platters two and four. The winner was the one to finish first, or, as it often turned out, finish at all. “Shit eaters, are you ready?” asked Goddess Phyllis. In unison, we said, “Yes, Goddess Phyllis.” “Goddess Phyllis smiled and said, “Begin!” I began eating at my usual pace, fast but nit rushed. To my left, I could see Clare shoveling it in with both hands but going way to fast. On my other side, Jane was being rather methodical and seemed focused. I better watch her. Clare was the first to finish platter one; Jane and I finished around the same time. Clare was making headway into platter two as Jane and I were beginning. I picked up my pace a bit and pulled ahead of Jane and gained a bit on Clare. Clare finished platter two while I was about two-thirds of the way through it and Jane about half. Clare was handed a fresh, eight ounce glass of piss and drank maybe half of it before beginning on platter three. This was a mistake, I thought. You need fluids to keep yourself going. As I finished platter two, I eagerly took the glass of pee handed to me by Erin. As with all of the pee used in the contest, it is a combination of many women’s urine. I drank the entire glass and immediately began on platter three. It appeared that Clare was slowing down a bit. Jane got her glass of pee and drank most of it and began on platter three. It was around this time that Clare let out a huge fart, bringing a roar of laughter from the audience. Clare and I were both half way through platter three, now three quarters through when Clare burped. She swooned a bit then began throwing up into platter three. Poor Clare then fell head first into the shitty, pukey mixture. Erin pulled her up by her auburn locks and pulled her away along with platter three but leaving four and five.

I finished platter three and began on platter four. I now had a comfortable lead on Jane, who was visibly fading. I was halfway into platter four before she began, and I finished four while Jane was not even a quarter ways done. This time Elena gave me a glass of warm pee and I eagerly drank it all down. One more to go and I win. I begin platter five, the last platter, when Jane just goes face down in platter four. Splat. She just plain passed out. Erin pulled her head out of the shit and removed her and platter four. Goddess Phyllis too the microphone and announced, “Girls, we have a winner. Let’s hear it for Shit boy.” The audience, comprised solely of woman aged fourteen through sixty-two, ranging in height from 4’11” through 6’2” and in weight from ninety pounds to over four hundred, burst into applause. I could actually feel myself getting a little embarrassed. Goddess Phyllis continued. “Do you want him to finish his as well as Clare’s two and Jane’s one? Do you want to see him eat three and a half more platters?” The girls were loud in their reply. “Yes, Goddess Phyllis,” they yelled. “Eat it all,” someone yelled. “Go Shit boy,” screamed someone else. I had barely come up for air when, hearing this, I was back down finishing the shit on my platter five. Erin pushed Clare’s two over to me and I began on them. I ate the first one, my sixth overall, and was rewarded by another glass of pee. Ahh, it felt so good going down. Into platter seven overall. I felt like I was weakening a bit when I caught a look at Goddess Phyllis. She was looking at me with pride, and I felt rejuvenated. Platter seven was history and I went right into Jane’s left over platter, my eighth. I shoveled the shit into my mouth faster than ever. After all, I didn’t need to pace myself anymore. As the crowd kept yelling “Shit boy, Shit boy,” I finished and straightened up from all fours to a kneeling position. “Ladies, I present to you the world’s best shit eater,” announced Goddess Phyllis. As everyone applauded, Goddess Phyllis teased my swollen penis with her foot, drawing even more applause.

Next: Chapter 20 The Largest Asshole