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.