It's a fact of life that if you like playing with enemas or suppositories, poo is certain to happen. And, after poo happens, cleanup is essential. This especially true if the recipient has to use a diaper. Simply put, there is no way not to have to deal with or clean up poo. Everybody alive does it a few times a week, from childhood on.
That said, I've no taste at all for 'playing with it', which is what scat means to me. In fact, if I have to help clean up someone else, I kinda loath the task, and would never dream of smearing it around or worse.
I do have to admit that, when in hospital and have had to poo in a bedpan, either naturally or with 'help'. I do kinda look forward to being cleaned up by a nurse. I find that experience to be quite stimulating.
Some yeas ago, I text chatted with a woman whose husband I can only call an abusive pig. I don't know if this is true or not, but am inclined to think it is.
She told me that when she was being 'punished' she would have to lie on her back on a Chux pad on the floor underneath one of those camping toilets that use poo bags underneath the seat. Her husband had previously inserted Dulcolax suppositories and when they were working strongly, he would sit on the seat directly above her, and relax and nature take its course and poo onto her. To me, this is completely unacceptable.
It's a thin line that divides scat from routine, after poo cleanup, but IMO a line does exist.