The Young Women's Poo Institute (scat)
Part 1
"Hi I'm Sue Peters, my daughter Kirsten is booked in for a stay here," said Kirsten's mother to the attractive women dressed in white behind the counter.
"Certainly," said the receptionist as she checked her computer.
"Here we are...Kirsten Peters I presume?"
"Yes that's us," replied Kirsten's mother to the receptionist.
"Ok so we have Kirsten booked in for a weeks stay here at the institute," said the receptionist looking at her computer.
"Yes that's right," said Kirsten's mother.
"Excellent," said the receptionist, as she typed into her keyboard.
"Just take a seat and someone will be with you shortly," added the receptionist as she picked up her phone and had a short conversation with someone.
Kirsten and her mother went and took a seat in the minimalistic but tastefully decorated medically sterile looking reception room. Kirsten sat nervously waiting with her mother...anxious about what the next week would hold and what the institute would actually be like. She was well aware of all the rules of the institute and knew what would be happening and what was expected of her, but she still couldn't help being scared of the unknown.
Inside Kirsten knew her mother was doing the right thing for her...and a part of her knew this was something she really wanted.
The sound of heels clicking on the tiled floor broke the silence of the room as two women in probably there late thirties wearing crisp white tight fitting nurses uniform's, with their hair tightly pulled back into neat buns atop their heads and their faces made up with smooth attractive make up, made their way across the room to the waiting pair.
"Hi there, you must be Mrs. Peters," said the the lead and more senior looking nurse, as they both smiled warmly at Kirsten's mother.
"Yes, pleased to meet you," said Kirsten's mother as they both stood up to greet them.
"And this must be Kirsten," added the nurse.
"Hi sweety, how are you?"
"Um..I'm good thank you," replied Kirsten somewhat nervously.
"Excellent, welcome to the Institute, your mother has made an excellent choice for you," said the nurse, placing her hand under Kirsten's chin.
"Ok now first thing...as I'm sure your aware we don't allow any outside clothes here at the institute, so I will need you to go with the nurse into the room over there and remove them for me," Instructed the head nurse.
Before Kirsten could even process what she had just said the other nurse had taken her by the hand and led her over to a small room attached to the main reception and closed the door. The nurse then politely but firmly told Kirsten to remove what she was wearing and place it in a neat pile on the floor. Even though she felt embarrassed with the nurse standing watching her, Kirsten did as she was told and pulled the light dress she was wearing up over her head and then shyly slipped off her panties and bra, lastly she slid off her shoes and stood up in front of the nurse without a stitch on modestly covering her hairless crotch with her hands.
Being a shy girl Kirsten was somewhat self conscience about her 18 year old body and thought of herself as a bit plain, but she really had no reason to be. Although she was a little pale she had nice firm toned skin and was a healthy weight for her age with well proportioned curves with nice thick strong thighs and calves and a plump but tight backside. Her breasts were not overly large but they had a nice firm round shape to them. Her face was about average looking with a cute upturned pug nose and pretty sandy blonde hair.
"That's a good girl sweety," said the nurse, once again taking her by the hand and marching her straight out completely nude back over to her mother.
Meanwhile Kirsten's mother and the head nurse finalised the paperwork and consent forms signing over the care and control of Kirsten to the Institute for the next seven days.
"All ready to go then sweety," said the nurse.
Kirsten nodded her head shyly and looked up to her mother, realising this was it and she was really going to do this. She was definitely nervous about what was to come, but the way the nurses spoke to her in such a sweet and reassuring way made her feel a lot more comfortable about being there.
"Ok time to say goodbye to mummy," said the nurse, as Kirsten and her mother hugged and said their goodbyes.
"Alright no more talking from now on..ok sweety," said the nurse.
Kirsten knew from reading the rules of the Institute that the girls were only allowed to speak when they were specifically asked to answer a question. It was all part of the Institutes philosophy that a proper young ladies mouth was to be primarily used as a toilet.
The two nurses each took Kirsten by a hand and led her away through a locked door into the inside of the institute.
Once inside of the Institute proper the head nurse released Kristen's hand and went off in another direction while the other nurse continued to lead Kirsten down a hallway. The Institute kind of reminded Kirsten of a hospital with its plain white walls and vinyl floors and it's sterile cleanliness and neutral smell, all that was missing was the typical hospital type equipment you would expect to see.
They continued down the hallway passing a few closed doors along the way and then rounded a corner into a larger central type foyer room in which they passed by a girl about her age wearing what appeared to be a type of see-through looking smock and a plastic bib around her neck that seemed to be smeared with some brown mess. Like herself the girl was being led by the hand by a female nurse, but her nurse was wearing a clear rubber apron down the front of her uniform that also appeared to be lightly smeared with some brown streaks. By the smell when they walked past it was pretty obvious to Kirsten what the brown stuff was. Seeing the way they were dressed made Kirsten forget all about the embarrassment of her own nakedness.
Kirsten continued to be led across the large room and then down a further hallway where they rounded another corner and finally came to a door labelled with some numbers. The nurse pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. Inside was a sparse room with some large cabinets and drawers along the walls and not much else.
The nurse led Kirsten over to a drawer where she pulled out a hairbrush and an odd looking rubbery thing. She made Kirsten stand up straight and proceeded to brush her sandy blonde hair straight back across her scalp, tying it tightly in a bun at the back of her head. The nurse then picked up the floppy clear rubber thing and stretched it above Kirsten's head. From what Kirsten could see it appeared to be some kind of cap much like an old fashioned women's bathing cap complete with frilly trim around the edge.
The nurse stretched out the clear rubber cap making it snap back as she let it go.
"Ok hold still now," said the nurse, as she stretched out the cap over Kirsten's head and brought it down snugly over her scalp covering her hair.
The rubber cap tightly form fitted around her head running from her forehead down over her ears and around to the bottom of her hairline. The nurse slightly adjusted the cap on Kirsten's head, smiling as she did so admiring the girls new smooth round headed look.
Next Kirsten was made to stand in the middle of the room, while the nurse went over and opened a large cabinet that was full of the hospital gowns that Kirsten had seen the girl in the hallway wearing earlier. The nurse picked out one of the gowns and brought it over to Kirsten, measuring it against her body. From what Kirsten could see it was not like any hospital gown she had seen before, it appeared to be made from a clear soft plastic looking material and looked like a combination of a traditional hospital gown and a young girls petticoat. Although it was made from a see-through material it was also covered with a little teddy bear print motif that gave it a childish appearance along with short little sleeves with pleated ends that accentuated the look.
Satisfied that she had the right size the nurse made Kirsten raise her arms up in front of her and then slipped them into the armholes of the gown. She then pulled it round to Kirsten's back and attached it together down her back with little studded buttons. The bottom half of the gown however, remained open, exposing her backside just like a real hospital gown. The bottom of the gown only reached down to just below her crotch giving her only the slightest bit of modesty for her bare crotch.
Although Kirsten was no longer naked she felt only slightly less exposed than before as she adjusted to the feeling on her skin of the loose plastic gown that deliberately parted at the back to fully expose her backside to the cool air. Wearing the tight skull cap was also a strange sensation as it constricted the movement of her normally free flowing hair and her hearing was dulled slightly by the covering of her ears.
The nurse looked Kirsten up and down, seeming satisfied with her work. Finally she made Kirsten swallow some pills, that Kirsten assumed must have been the diuretics she had read about in the Institutes rules.
Next they left the room and headed down another hallway and entered another room. The room was dark but Kirsten could make out there was a row of beds running down two sides of a long room. Together they walked down the rows of beds until the nurse stopped at one and directed Kirsten to lie down on it.
The bed was made from a cushioned rubbery material that felt cool against Kirsten's skin as she lay on it. The nurse walked around to the head of the bed and started to do up a zip, Kirsten felt a cold plastic material begin to enclose around her feet, then slide up her legs pulling them down tightly against the bed. The sensation slightly panicked Kirsten as she squirmed uncomfortably against the constriction, the nurse sensed this and soothingly hushed Kirsten as she continued to slide the zipper up her body bringing the two sides of the plastic sheet attached to the bed up around her body enclosing her tightly in the covering.
The nurse continued to slide the zip up past her neck and then tightly over her face covering her eyes and continuing past her head to the top of the bed. To Kirsten's relief there was a hole around her mouth that allowed her to breath freely, even if the rest of her body had little room to move. It was a strange and unnerving sensation to Kirsten to feel so constricted and helpless, but she knew it was all part the Institutes training to help the girls become proper toiletry disciplined young ladies.
Kirsten heard the nurses heels click against the floor as she left the room and closed the door. She lay there feeling quite alone as she tried to get comfortable in the strange plastic encasement that felt so weird and alien rubbing against her skin.
Kirsten's head was spinning as she lay there getting her first taste of the discipline of the Institute and thinking about what she had got herself into. A deeply naughty thrill shuddered through her body at the thought of what was going to be put into her mouth tomorrow and that she was actually going to have to do it whether she liked it or not. Kirsten's head was spinning with nervous energy as she finally drifted off into a deep relaxing sleep.
The idea of tasting and eating her own actual poo and wee had been playing on her mind ever since her mother had sat down with her and brought up the idea that when she turned 18 in a few weeks time, she would like her to spend some time at an Institute where young women were helped to become more familiar with their bodily functions and become comfortable eating a diet of what their own body produced. Of course at first Kirsten didn't know how to react to her mothers strange proposal and wasn't aware that such a place even existed. But her mother had expected this and was simply firm but fair, that this was something she expected of her as her daughter.
Over the next few week it seemed the more she had thought about it the more she started to come round to the idea. She had started to think about and see her own poo in a way she had never done before, instead of just flushing it away she would stop and admire and smell it and wonder what it would taste like. With subtle positive reinforcement from her mother she had gradually become intrigued with the idea and a nagging desire to at least try it had begun to build within her.
Part 2
Kirsten awoke the next morning to the sound of the zipper sliding past her face.
"Time to wake up sweety," said the nurse as she gently touched Kirsten's shoulder.
Kirsten sleepily opened her eyes and looked up at the smiling face of the nurse from yesterday, today however she was wearing one of the rubber aprons over her uniform that she had seen the nurse from yesterday wearing. Kirsten also noticed the nurse was wearing a pair of long rubber gloves on her hands.
"Time for your breakfast," said the nurse as she fully unzipped the bed and helped Kirsten to sit up.
The first thing Kirsten noticed was there was about twenty or so other girls also slowly being helped out of the row of beds. Kirsten knew there were other girls in the room as she had heard them being put to bed last night, as she lay in her own bed. But this was her first chance to get a look at them. From what she could see they all appeared to be dressed the same way as her and although it was hard to judge they appeared to range from her age to early twenties at a guess.
Beside her bed there was what appeared to be a kind of white mobile frame on wheels supporting a soft looking rubber toilet seat in the middle of it. Underneath the toilet seat was a shallow white plastic bowl.
The nurse instructed Kirsten to sit down on the rubber seat, which she found to be quite comfortable and spongy on her naked bottom, it was clear now why the gowns parted in back. Next the nurse placed a plastic bib around Kirsten's neck, then adjusted her position on the seat and slid in a plastic bottle through a slot in the chair frame and pushed it through the seat till it cupped snugly around Kirsten's vagina.
"Ok now lets sit up nice and straight sweety, it's important to have good posture when pooing," said the nurse as she helped Kirsten to straighten her back.
"That's it good girl, now lets do a nice big poo," urged the nurse sweetly.
Kirsten couldn't remember the last time she had been spoken to in such a childish way not to mention told to do use the toilet on command. But she actually really did have to go quite badly due to the diuretics she had been given last night to help her begin a healthy cycle of solid bowel movements.
Kirsten closed her eyes and pushed...it wasn't long before she felt the head of a large tube begin to emerge from her backside, the large mass began to push out slowly at first before momentum took over and the rest of her first stool rapidly slid out, breaking in two and collecting in a pile in the waiting bowl below.
It certainly was a new and strange experience to be going to the toilet this way especially surrounded by a room full of other girls openly doing the same thing and a nurse standing over her, inspecting her progress.
Kirsten could hear the sound of other girls grunting and farting and the crackling sound poo made when it left the anus. She tried to take a quick look around her but the nurse gently turned her head back to the front and smiled at her, subtly letting her know that she was to remain focused on her own business.
It didn't take long for Kirsten to follow up her first load with a second thick brown log that snaked it's way down to the bowl to join the pile below. By now the strong smell of her bowel movement had wafted up to Kirsten's nose, snapping her back to reality as the realisation that she would soon actually be expected to put what just came out of her bottom into her mouth...she could only imagine what it would taste like. Finally Kirsten finished off with a couple of smaller but still firm stools as a stream of warm golden urine began to flow from her bladder into the waiting bottle below.
The smell in the room by the time Kirsten had finished was something Kirsten had never experienced before. The odour of all the girls various bowel movements drifted and mingled in the air causing Kirsten to become slightly dizzy with the overpoweringly naughty smell...somewhere between a packed girls toilet and the heady feminine aroma of a girls backside.
"Good girl," said the nurse as the last few drops of urine landed in the bottle, filling it about three quarters full.
The nurse then helped Kirsten to her feet and bent her over at the waist as she took a wet wipe and wiped Kirsten's exposed bottom thoroughly, making sure to wipe the dirtied cloth onto the edge of the bowl...ensuring Kirsten wouldn't miss out on any of her precious breakfast. After her backside was clean the nurse slid the urine filled bottle from its holder in the seat and then to Kirsten's surprise she pulled out of her pocket what looked much like cap of a toddlers juice bottle and placed it on the bottle.
The nurse then putting the warm bottle of fresh urine in her coat pocket, slid the bowl of fresh poo from the slot underneath the toilet seat, taking it in one hand as she took Kirsten's hand with the other and led her out of the room, joining the line of girls and their nurses making their way to the feeding room.
As they walked down the hallway with their naked bottoms exposed, Kirsten was surprised by how willingly all the girls including herself seemed to be to do what was expected of them. But Kirsten still had huge butterfly's in her stomach at the thought of what was to come, as much from a nervous apprehension as a deep sense of curiosity of what it would be like. But she knew what she had agreed to and that it was too late to turn back now.
The girls were all led into a large open room with white tiles on all the walls and floors and large cream coloured high backed chairs that looked much like upright dentist chairs with an accompanying stool next to each one.
It was clear that the rest of the girls had all done this before as they were led over to their designated chairs and helped into a sitting position, as a tray was brought down into place in front of the girl where their nurse placed their bowl and drink bottle. They then sat there with their mouths opened obediently waiting.
Kirsten being the new girl was taken to a seat near the corner of the room and helped into position by her nurse. She then took a seat in the stool beside her and moved around the tray in front of Kirsten's waist on which she placed the bowl.
Kirsten looked down at the taboo brown contents of the bowl, knowing this was it and she was finally actually going to eat her own poo.
"Ok darling, open wide and lets get some nice fresh warm poo in your mouth," said the nurse.
The nurse took the fork in hand and broke off a small piece of poo from the end of one of the stools and raised it to Kirsten's face as she dutifully held her mouth open to receive the first morsel onto her tongue.
As Kirsten closed her eyes and took the first piece of poo into her mouth, immediately a strong unfamiliar taste assaulted her tastebuds, making her want to stop and spit it out, but she knew that would be unacceptable behaviour here at the Institute. So she collected herself and boldly began to chew, spreading the sticky morsel all through her mouth, causing an overwhelming taste to overtake her mouth. She focused on trying her best to enjoy the nasty taste, thinking about the whole idea and thrill of tasting and actually eating something so forbidden...which soon took over and helped her to keep going as she boldly chewed and swallowed it all and opened her mouth ready for more.
The nurse wasted no time in placing another larger forkful of poo into Kirsten's waiting mouth. This load was equally as strong and unfamiliar tasting as the first and spread even further through her mouth as she chewed it...sticking all over her teeth and lips, giving her a tell tale poo eating grin. The taste and texture was unlike anything Kirsten had tasted before and would certainly take some getting used to, but she kept right on chewing experiencing all the different textures and flavours as it broke down in her mouth and she swallowed it bit by bit.
By the third mouthful her mouth felt all gammy and sticky as the brown substance stuck to the inside of her mouth and her lips, like she had eaten a melted bitter-sweet tasting chocolate bar.
Kirsten inhaled the smelly aroma of another large mouthful of her glossy brown poo as it passed under her nose and slid into her waiting mouth, breaking apart into lumpy pieces as she chewed.
In her mind Kirsten felt a deep dirtiness she had never felt before at the naughty ritual she was willingly participating in. There was something that seemed strangely natural about these nurses forcing back in what the girls had just expelled from their bottoms.
At this point Kirsten took the opportunity to take a quick look around the room at some of the other girls. From what Kirsten could see they all seemed to be quite obediently focused on getting down their own morning loads as their nurses meticulously spoon-fed them mouthful after mouthful.
Going round the room the twenty plus girls had all filled their bowls full of various shades and textures of brown poo. Some was a lighter brown with a softer texture, some was dark brown and a more solid texture but all was definitely fresh and smelly. All the girls at the institute from the time they arrived were given a daily dose of dietary pills, that ensured they produced nice solid easily edible bowel movements.
The dietary pills also helped the girls to regulate and train their bodies into a routine of four regulated bowel movements a day, at specified feeding times: one at breakfast, one at lunch, one for dinner and one just before bed time. Girls new to the program that had trouble adjusting to the routine were helped with special exercises that helped them poo when required. But after a couple of days most girls had their feeding and pooing cycles in synch.
Kirsten was nearly half way through the contents of her bowl now as she chewed on her eighth big mouthful...slowly becoming accustomed to the taste. Eating poo was a messy business though as she was now getting chewed up mess not only all over her lips but it was now dribbling down her chin and around the corners of her mouth. Looking round the room it was a similar story with most of the girls, they couldn't help but make a mess with the poo being methodically shoveled into their brown caked mouths. The nurses used the plastic bibs to wipe off the girls dirty chins, it was clear now to Kirsten why they wore the plastic smocks and bibs and even the hair covering caps.
It was at that point that the nurse decided to give Kirsten her first taste of the bottle of her wee. It was a welcome refreshment for her gooey mouth as the still warm, sharp salty tasting liquid was poured into her mouth via the drinking bottle. The nurse tilted back Kirsten's head slightly and tipped the bottle down into her lips, causing her to gulp down the liquid to ensure it wouldn't overflow from her mouth. Once the nurse was satisfied that Kirsten had drunk about half the bottle, she lowered it from her lips and let the girl catch her breath. Kirsten involuntarily let out a small burp...causing her to get a taste of her newly swallowed breakfast on her breath.
Breakfast was not over yet though, as the nurse resumed putting more big mouthfuls of poo into Kirsten's mouth, slowly filling her stomach with her own poo.
Kirsten heard the sound of whimpering as she looked over to see a pretty girl with glasses clearly having difficulty in finishing a particularly large and smelly morning load.
The girl jerked her head and whimpered in a feeble protest as the senior nurse that had been supervising the room gently held the girls head in place while the other nurse forced in a big forkful of the girls poo and placed a hand under her chin to help her chew it. Some of the excess poo dribbled down the girls chin, but was quickly scooped up by the nurse and put straight back in the girls mouth.
"Come on sweety, you know you need to be a good girl and eat up all of your poo," said the senior nurse as she gently stroked the girls head, while the other nurse held her rubber gloved hand to her chin and gently forced her to chew.
Kirsten thought back to reading the rules of the Institute;
3.2 All faeces and urine produced by a girl is expected to be consumed in full by the girl.
- Any girl having difficulty in completing this task on any occasion
will be subject to the institutes force feeding techniques.
The nurses were clearly well trained and new when a girl needed a little extra help to clean their plate.
Piece by smelly piece Kirsten and all the other girls finished off their own special breakfasts till all that remained was a smeared brown residue on the surface of their white bowls. Their stomachs were now full and ready to be made into their lunch in a few hours time.