Not so White Wedding Dress

"I really need to use the bathroom." Nariah said quietly.

"And?"

"I... Need to go?"

"You want privacy?"

"If possible, yes."

"Sure. C'mon. Woman needs some peace, come on." She said leading Nariah.

Nariah was lead across the way to Lyra's property. Lyra didn't touch her though, since Nariah was, well, gross.

Once the gate to the animal pens was closed Nariah sighed in some relief.

"Alright, you can go in piece now."

"Thanks, can you take this off?" Nariah said hiking her skirt and flicking a lock.

"No?" Lyra said confused. "That stays on, seven days, it doesn't come off unless you wanna call off your marriage."

"W-what?" Nariah hadn't assumed they would be that strict. Hell, she was ready to sleep with this on, she had a leg pillow to make it more comfortable. She just figured she'd be allowed to shit outside, even if it was in the fucking animal pens. "You can take it off just to let me shit even?"

"No can do, that comes off, the ceremony ends. I won't do it."

"No? Not for me? Pleeeease?" Nariah pleaded. "I'll put it right back on, promise. I'll even piss in it."

"God girl, in a day or two they'll be shitting on you. Just get over it. You wanted to do this remember?"

Nariah sighed. "Well, I'll suck off Penda tonight. You'll let me do that."

"Officially, you'll just rub on him... If I'm not looking and it slips in..." Lyra looked away to emphasize that point.

"Alright, so at night I can get away with being intimate, but this... This stays?" She flicked the lock one more time, one last try.

"Yes."

Nariah sighed. "Well... Lemme try, since I have some peace." She glanced. "Do you think they'll care if I stink of shit?"

"To be fair, they'll touch you less if you stink."

"Awww, no fun." Nariah said as she looked over the animal pens. Hopping the fence she found some animal shit and stepped in it with her shoes with a squelch before squatting in place. After a little pushing her gut gave way much sooner than she thought it would have. A wet sloppy flow flooding her underwear and Nariah stumbling in place from how fast she began to void her bowels. Shit flowed quickly and unpleasantly. Nariah's body wasn't a fan of the drastic change in her diet this trip had provided. So her bowels were protesting as she shit hard. Her underwear and the chastity belt was ruined. Shit spraying out, mostly going onto her thighs, but some spraying up into the ruffles of her skirt. Nariah barely noticed that she was also pissing a puddle of urine forming under her squatting form.

When she was just about finished Nariah got slightly lightheaded and stumbled onto her ass with a splat.

"You ok there bride?" Lyra asked as she walked over, a touch reluctant to touch her at the moment.

"Whoo... Yeah, I... I think I need a drink." She said.

"You're getting nothing alcoholic during the day. At night... I'll break out something nice, my brother runs one of the bars." She chuckled.

"Sounds nice. I should meet your brother soon too?"

"Drink, then meet him." Lyra walked over to a spigot and turned it.

"Wait wait." Nariah said smiling. "I have an idea."

Lyra blinked as she let the spigot run for a bit before watching Nariah get on all fours, and crawl over to the spigot before drinking from it.

"I would get you a cup."

"That's no fun."

"Its easier though."

Nariah sighed as she sat in the mud puddle under the spigot and sighed. "Fine, be boring." She had moved to sit on her rear as she felt her sloppy wet shit run down her thighs and leave lovely streaks. "Thanks again by the way, I'm sure you're loving how I smell right now."

"You don't smell much worse than any of the other animal shit I have around. And don't think I didn't see you step in that pig-crap earlier." She said with a teasing tone. It seemed Lyra had a sense of humor about things at least.

Nariah chuckled as Lyra disappeared around the corner to get her cup. Once she was gone Nariah wriggled around. As nasty as it was feeling her shit smear against her, it was kinda hot too. Feeling the sticky nasty stuff rub against her ass, and then her taint. It was just shy of her pussy. She was nasty in general. As the water ran just a few inches away from her she looked herself over. Cum was smeared all over her skin, and her white outfit was already soaked in yellow stains from the urine she had been soaked in. "I'll bet when this dries it'll reek and turn brown." Speaking of brown her gut stirred again and she let out a small blast of more sloppy shit. "I'd been wanting to play with shit, but this is a bit much."

"You think this is a bit much? Imagine seven days of this." Lyra said as she presented a few cup options and put them on a shelf by the hose. "You have more water in the barn, not in your stall. With all due respect, I'll ask you to not go in my house until you have a bath."

"Only if I feel my life is in genuine danger."

"Not your marriage?"

"That would imply I feel that would get in danger before my bodily health is actively being threatened." Nariah said before filling a metal jug up with water.

"If you insist." Lyra said shrugging.

When Nariah got her fill she stood up and stretched. "Alright, all worked up for the day, lets visit this gay quarter of yours."

"Just try not to be to out about it. Not everyone is thrilled about them. But, ya know, say hi, be social. Make them look less homosexual." Lyra said as she walked along.

The people of the town looked at her. One man saw her and said something. After a moment he shook his head. "Need to piss." He said after a moment in English.

"Ahhhh." Nariah said. She got on her knees. "Good?"

"Yes." And the man relieved himself on her spraying urine down her face, cleaning some of the drying cum off her eye, getting a little in her eye. It stung somewhat, but Nariah somewhat liked it.

When he was done he turned around. "Need to shit too?" He seemed to ask.

Nariah looked around. "Not in the road."

"Ah, fair. My home's here." The roads were split between some gently sloping wider roads and steep roads meant mainly for walking or animals. People had cars, but most did not use them on these side roads. However the road still had foot traffic, and now and again carts would go up and down these steep side roads.

Going basically across the street and up one house, closer to the bar Nariah realized, the man stopped in a patch of plants by a house, a few feet back from the road. "Squat here."

She nodded and paused. "Um, so I don't eat it right?"

"Don't." Lyra said a bit stern, getting the man to twitch. "Relax, she's ok with it, I'm talking to her."

He did, although it took a bit as he squatted, and Nariah moved to aim her cleavage so it was under his anus. And she was rewarded as a massive solid log landed on her chest with a splat, then another large one, and two small ones to finish off. The largest two slid off while the small ones slipped down between her cleavage.

The man turned around. "Pick up the waste." He said.

She blinked. "What?"

"The one that fell, if on my property, you clean up."

Lyra approached, saying something nasty in her native tongue. But Nariah stopped.

"Oh, no its fine, I get it now, so... In the road no clean up?"

The man looked aside and quietly said something.

"He says no." Lyra said visibly annoyed.

"Ok, well, I'll keep that in mind. I guess... I'm supposed to wear it huh?"

"That would be the theory, yes." Lyra sighed.

Nariah picked up the two turds, and took a moment, before removing her shoes and slipping one turd in each of them before putting them on with an audible squelching noise.

"You are something else." Lyra said watching her.

"I am clever."

"Well, I suppose two of the three people who came here came for a specific reason." Lyra muttered just loud enough to hear. "That makes three out of four. Onto the bar."

Up the road a bit further to a decently large open flat area they walked, the one man leaving the two women be. The bar was evident enough as its front was wide open to the world. Fans circulating air, and soon to circulate smells. There was quite a crowd of men, and three women too.

"I think they wanted to put on a show." Lyra said to her. "Maybe you can take one drink of alcohol today. If you say no any of the men behind the bar will make sure to watch out for you. And so will I."

"Thanks." Nariah said.

Speaking of man behind the bar, of the fifteen men present in a bar clearly made for about eight, one stepped out from behind. He was wearing an apron and he approached Lyra and Nariah. "Sister!" He said in English.

"Brother."

"Um..." He looked at Nariah. "Not quite sister-in-law. I am Joyon. And welcome to your home away from home while you stink like a damn pig. Rigo, one drink for her. Something very, very light. She's had a day, and will likely have a few more."

"Thank you. I'll just have one."

"Of course, normally I say we don't water down our drinks, in your case, this week, we will, after you are married, come back if you want to get so shitfaced you struggle to see." He laughed as he offered a hand.

Nariah looked awkwardly, she had just handled shit, her hands had semen on them still and well she reeked.

"Shake." He said. "I am not so bothered meeting new family to not at least shake hands once."

She put her hand forwards awkwardly and he shook it before being handed a cup, which he put into his dirty hand and offered to Nariah.

Nariah took it and drank half of it down in one go. It was very light on the booze indeed. Fairly sweet, almost too sweet for her. She would take it though.

"So, I assume Lyra told you about, well, the men here."

"Something about finding a woman covered in cum, piss, and shit not being attractive, yes. I did notice three women."

"Lets say... They're slightly opposite to the men here. Or the same."

Nariah finished her drink as she looked at the girls, one winking at her. Oh. Lesbians. Or Bisexuals anyways. "So... Are they gonna?" She asked when finished.

"Only if you want too, or need to put on appearances, around the side, my neighbor has an animal pen behind the fence. What happens there can stay there."

"Interesting." Nariah breathed out. "You speak English well by the way."

"Thank you, Lyra taught me well."

"About half of all I taught you."

"Well, given the size of the language, you taught me a lot."

Lyra smiled at that one. Relaxing and leaning against one of the pillars by the edge of the open area. "Just the usual for me today."

"Right, let me wash my hands, give you the usual, on the house. Nariah, your first drink was on the house by the way, and all the water will be too. No questions asked. And, well, you know."

"Give me a glass with some ice to cool down, and... Well, perhaps I will go check out those animal pens." Nariah said. "Maybe two glasses to be fair."

"Certainly, take any of the chairs, for family I'll clean it off."

"Once a day." Rigo quipped from behind the bar.

"Alright, maybe just pick one chair per day."

"No, understood. I'm gross, I'll try to stand as much as possible." Nariah said nodding as she leaned against a pillar like Lyra.

She had about half an hour to relax, somewhat hidden behind the wide pillars and plants that provided some shade. Two men came in, one just dropping something off and being visibly disgusted at the smell, Joyon shouted at him to get him to work as he delivered some food which someone took into the building behind the bar.

The other man came in saw Nariah and nodded. Nariah vaguely remembered the guy she had sucked him off before. And he had liked it. He leaned in and whispered to Joyon who made a stern motion, but the man stayed. Nariah was a touch more nervous but she stayed around, finishing two glasses of water. She was offered a bit of food which she decided to eat, it wasn't much, but she realized how hungry she was. And on some level she was interested if she would shit herself again before the day was done.

"Hungry?" Joyon asked surprised how fast she downed it.

"Quite."

"You will have a tab for this week. I can't give you everything for free."

"I promise I'll pay it back... After the ceremony." She had put money aside for this trip she could afford it.

"If not, let me tell you that ceremony will not be when you get a bath dear." He chuckled as he presented a menu, which Lyra helped to translate. "Oh and you will 'show' after eating I assume?"

"Yeah, maybe need a few minutes, but I'll do it."

"Good, these ladies are very excited." The one man who Nariah vaguely remembered looked shocked. "You say nothing or Lyra won't be the only one who will break your balls." The man got quiet and just nodded.

Nariah ate, a sizable meal with her dirty hands. She didn't mind, as she just ate and ate. Devouring food, and feeling her gut start to grumble. Some part of her got excited as when she finished her meal her gut let out a warm wet fart into her chastity and regular underwear. Some part of her being excited by that.

After a few moments she got up. "I should see this animal pen."

"Yes, you are a pig after all." Joyon said. Nariah let out a mocking 'oink' to that and got a bit of laughter.

She walked over to the fence, moving the opening to the gate to see a disgusting muddy pit with various piles of animal crap around.

"Oh, Joyon this is disgusting." Lyrah shouted.

"And nobody will bother our bride-to-be-and-already-is-in-another-country back there." He said. "Unless she wants them too."

Lyra looked around. "Well, there's only two ways in." She said as Nariah took the twin gates in, the fence, then a lower metal gate. "This and the barn."

"Relax, I can handle a little filth." Nariah said as she walked in and sat down in the mud with a splat. "I'd prefer not to handle being raped, but if I get dirty while sitting in the mud, so be it. You can wait outside."

"Oh thank you dear." Lyra said with a sigh. "I won't be further than the bar."

Nariah chuckled. "I'll be here for a bit. You said some bisexual men were here, and it seems like some bisexual or gay women are too."

Lyra put a finger over her lips, and Nariah mimicked her.

Speaking of the women, they were first in. The three of them first. One spoke up, "We are here to 'assuage you'." She said while one dropped her shorts, and another hiked up her dress.

"By assuage you mean relieve yourselves?"

"Assuage yes."

Nariah put her hands back, feeling them rest in something sticky and wet. She didn't mind as the three girls relieved themselves on her while her stomach grumbled. When they finished she glanced. "Anything else."

One girl spoke to the English speaker who nodded. "So, two of us need to shit."

Nariah shrugged. She removed her shoe to reveal that it was full of shit. "How about you each take one?"

The two looked at each other as Nariah put it down and removed her other shoe. The two squatted, and, with the third guiding them, they both had their asses over the shoes and shit into them, stuffing turds into the shoes. "Thank you." Nariah said before she slipped one shoe on with an audible squelch, before the second one was put on with a splorch. "Ahhh." She said as she began to piss herself contentedly.

"You are liking this?"

"Well, its that or I cry all week. So might as well."

The girl who spoke English chuckled. "I wanna visit your home some time."

"Get a passport, it'll help."

With that the three stepped out after a bit. And shortly after stepped in four men.

Nariah sighed. "Alright guys, what are you in for?"

All four whipped out their dicks, but rather than stroke these four pissed all over her. Nariah had a feeling urine would be her only form of bathing for a week. However this was a distraction as a fifth had snuck behind her and moved a wheelbarrow of gunk and dumped it over her from her side.

It was a disgusting wheelbarrow full of old animal crap and old spoiled food spilling over her, it mostly covered her middle section but a large amount went down her legs and some sprayed up her tits. Nariah squealed getting covered in it. "Good god!"

This got Lyra involved who saw the men, who promptly panicked and scattered. She had her stick ready at the gate and stopped realizing nobody was by her.

"Are you ok?" Lyra asked the world frozen.

"Broadly speaking? No. In specific danger, also no." She sighed as she took a handful and stared at it before splatting her hand into the pile covering herself spraying it up. "I'm fine. Honestly, ask if any of the guys want me to like get them off now. I'm amused to see if anyone will."

Lyra looked at her. "You sure? If they do you have to at least try."

"Any cocks I suck today will be lovingly loved by my mouth, if they can stay hard." She snorted.

"Alright. If you five are done get moving, and warn her next time, could have hit her on the head." Lyra said grumpily. Before repeating the second part of the message in a language they would understand, finally hitting someone today in annoyance.

Two minutes later three men came in. One looked at her and walked right out in a split second. Nariah hadn't even tried to move. Wallowing in her disgusting mixture the whole time. Letting it soak in, feeling it permeate her outfit and her skin. One walked in with his chin in his hands. It remained there as he looked at the third man.

The third man was unzipping his pants straight away. The two spoke for a bit. And the man with his chin being held in his hands. After some speaking he spoke up. "So. My buddy here really wants you to get him off."

"If he insists. Do understand I will be dirty."

The man speaking English snorted. "No, you are dirty. Knowing him you will get dirtier. His wife is the last woman who did this. And well, they met while she did it."

"So he likes his woman nasty?"

"He does."

"Can you ask him to have his wife visit me? Or just ask him to ask her to ask an ask..." Nariah blinked. "I... Uh..."

"No, I get it. I think he'll say yes." He said before speaking to the man. The two discussed a bit longer with a fair bit of pointing at the exposed mans dick. There was nodding from the translator as he tried to move the conversation on. Eventually something was reached. "Ok, give him a titjob and he will ask his wife to come, and give her a day this week to visit."

"Pffft, I was gonna get him off anyways. All he wants is a titjob? Easy." She said as she leaned forwards.

"Hmm why are you like that?"

"There's no access from below."

"Wait a minute." The man slapped his companion and said 'Wait' in English, but clearly annunciated with an angry point at the ground. And wait he did, staying in place, but pissing on Nariah as he did so.

The man returned with a knife. "Your dress will not survive. So do you mind if I ruin it more?"

Nariah blinked. "Don't cut me." She said.

"Hold still and I won't." With that he put the knife to her outfit and made a cut under her ample cleavage. Nariah felt the knife cut with some struggle and she felt her heart head into between her ears, while her pussy got soaked.

Oh no, another new kink. Now she'd be asking people to cut up her outfit every day.

Still he was actually capable and amazingly she left intact, though her dress was less intact. With that she hummed as she put her fingers in the hole and spread it. "Come on." She said as soon as she had grasped the hole. "Fuck me."

The translator just nodded as he put his knife away, and his buddy got too it. Eagerly humping Nariah as he put his all into it. His cock poked through the top of her tits. Before long he came all over her slimy face spraying white cum all over her. And like that he pulled out, his cock slimy with filth.

And then he turned around and presented his ass.

"Oh, nice ass." Nariah said.

And then his ass began to pucker as a log formed. Nariah smirked as she put her head under his ass and he shit on her hair. "Thank you." She said when he had shit out a nice log onto her skull.