Her dad comes by to see her off [piss, scat]

Izzy was naked in her room, debating whether to wear panties under her leggings when there was a knock at her door.

“Yeah?”, she called over her shoulder.

“It’s dad.”, came a rumbling voice.

Izzy’s breath hitched with excitement, and a flush of heat ran through her body. She scampered over to the door so fast she almost tripped. Throwing it open, she flung herself forward with a squeal of “Dadddyyyyyyy!!!”

She dove into a hug—and felt her cunt throb at the wave of musky, manly body odor. Her daddy was a big man, and Izzy was quite a small woman. The top of her didn’t even quite reach his shoulder, and her nose was basically in his perfect, stinky armpit. Izzy shuddered with delight at the onslaught of sweaty musk that washed into her brain, but before she could cum—so basically after just a couple seconds—her daddy pulled her off of himself.

Izzy beamed up at him, smiling ear to ear. She clasped her hands behind her back and rocked on the balls of her feet. She noticed happily the way his eyes shamelessly roamed over her naked body.

Izzy adored her father. She didn't get to see him as often as she'd like. Her father had too many spouses to live with any one of them dedicatedly; instead, they all lived in roughly the same neighbourhood, and he cycled through houses every few days. It was a pretty common set-up for larger families. However... he was hot; really, really hot. Not only was he tall and muscular, but, well… the fact that he had 7 wives, 5 femboy husbands, and at least a dozen girlfriends and boyfriends on the side spoke to what he was packing. Combine it with a thick, pungent, brain-piercing musk and a digestive system that clogged nearly every toilet he’d ever sat on?

Well… suffice to say that Izzy practically worshipped him.

He stepped in the room, bringing with him a miasma of unwashed sweat-stink. A trickle of juices ran down Izzy’s thighs as he closed the door behind himself. She licked her lips, unable to wipe her stupid smile off her face.

Izzy’s daddy looked at her again—her thin gymnast’s body, her leaky little teen cunt—then rumbled, “I’ve got a going-away present for you sweetie. Get on your knees, close your eyes, and hold out your hands.”

Eyes widening with excitement—then quickly shut to obey—Izzy dropped to her knees without hesitation.

Izzy heard her daddy move around. She got excited.

She heard him fiddle with his belt, unbuckle it, then the button of his jeans, then the zipper. She got very excited.

She heard him yank down his pants, then his boxers. She heard him shuffle toward her, and felt the heat of his body…

And then she heard him let out a straining grunt, accompanied by a crackling sound.

Izzy’s eyes flew open. Her daddy was facing away from her, his hairy ass barely a foot from her face. She’d opened her eyes just in time to see his dirty asshole dilate as a huge brown turd—far thicker than her forearm—started to push out, ready to drop into her waiting hands. The poo hit the air and… h-holy shit… that fucking stink!

The smell battered right into Izzy’s brain, suffusing her bedroom completely. Her cunt gushed and convulsed, beaten into submission by the overpowering stench of godly male shit! Izzy knew that her daddy had some dangerous bowels—she’d been lucky enough to be in the room when he’d farted in the past—but she hadn’t been at all prepared for the nauseating, face-melting, putrid level of stink that his turtle-heading crap would be capable of producing. Her pussy splattered her own ankles with squirt as her orgasm extended and heightened.

‘DaaaaddYYyyyyYyyyyYyyyy!!!”, she howled, having to throw one hand back to support herself from falling backward. She kept the other up, though, and was grateful she did, as a moment later she felt the enormous, boiling-hot turd touch her palm. This was amazing! This was bliss!

“Catch it all, honey”, her daddy ordered with a grunt.

Scrambling to obey, Izzy brought her second hand back into play, groaning with uncontained delight as the huge crap slowly coiled into a disgusting snake in her hands. She couldn’t even track her orgasms any more—one just fed into the next without clear transition—and she could barely keep herself steady with the whorish trembles running through her body.

The rancid brown log grew and grew, almost burning her hands with its heat. While he pushed it out, her daddy plucked a water bottle off of Izzy’s nightstand, tossed out the inch of water remaining, and put its open mouth against his filthy cockhead. Immediately, a hose-blast of oily yellow urine started gushing into the bottle, the splatter deafening. Fuuuuuck... he could piss so hard! Izzy imagined this would be a gift for Sammy. He was her daddy’s newest fem-husband, and was the biggest piss-slut Izzy knew—including herself!

In less than a minute, the bottle was full of cloudy piss. Daddy pulled it off of his cock—not bothering to stop pissing; his stream simply started dousing Izzy’s carpet—and screwed the cap on. He gyrated his hips a bit, letting his semi-hard cock spray a yellow stain all around the floor.

Finally, the last remnants of her daddy’s poop came out, in a lighter brown color. He stood up straight with a groan, grabbing one of Izzy’s sheets to use as toilet paper. Meanwhile, the poor slut was barely conscious. Her entire bedroom stank like a septic tank, and she hadn’t stopped squirting her already sub-par brains out since the shit had touched her hand. Her eyes fluttered insensately at her daddy, a flush of pure love and worship dominating her emotions.

Her daddy stood, pulling his pants back on. Looking down at her, he said, “That’s yours sweetie. Have fun at college.”

Picking up the piss bottle, he left, leaving a moaning, delirious Izzy alone with a pile of shit bigger than her head.

It didn’t last long.