As evening fell upon the small town, Lucy sat cross-legged on the cold tile floor of her bathroom. She was bare from the waist down, wearing only a torn bralette and a pair of lacy panties, her dark hair hanging limply around her face. Her legs were slightly parted, revealing the neatly trimmed patch of curly black hair at the apex of her thighs.
The 18-year-old girl bit her bottom lip nervously as she stared at the contents of a plastic box on the floor beside her. Inside, two large, round turds lay nestled amidst a pile of toilet paper. They were the size of small cantaloupes, smooth and shining with a slightly pinkish hue.
Lucy was almost finished with her chore. It was a task that she had been dreading all day, but one she knew she had to complete. You see, Lucy had a rare condition that caused her to produce very little fecal matter. In fact, she only went number two once every three days, and when she did, the amount of waste was significantly less than that of an average person.
Over the years, Lucy had gotten used to the strange routine of her condition. She would go about her day as usual, ignoring the twinges in her stomach and the occasional discomfort in her lower abdomen. Then, when she finally felt the urge to defecate, she would make her way to the bathroom and give in to the powerful need to empty her bowels.
The resulting turds were always massive, often too big to fit into a single toilet paper roll. And so, to keep things tidy, Lucy would meticulously pick them up with her fingers, feeling the cool, soft smoothness of her own feces against her skin. She would then wrap each turd in layers of toilet paper and place it in the clear plastic box, admiring her handiwork as she did so.
Tonight's haul was no different. As Lucy carefully lifted the first turd from the pile, a warm, earthy scent wafted up to her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, feeling a strange mix of revulsion and arousal wash over her. It was an odd sensation, one that she had grown accustomed to over the years.
With great care, Lucy lifted the second turd from the pile, marveling at its size and shape. She breathed heavily through her nose as she transferred both turds into the plastic box, taking great pride in the fact that they fit snugly against each other.
Satisfied with her work, Lucy stood up and reached for a disinfectant wipe. She spent several minutes scrubbing at the tile floor, erasing any trace of her fecal artistry. When she was finally done, she picked up the box and carried it to her bedroom.
In the secluded privacy of her room, Lucy gently lifted the lid of the box, inhaling the familiar scent once more. She couldn't resist the urge to touch the turds, running her fingers over their smooth, warm surfaces. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt herself growing wet between her legs.
Lucy knew that what she was doing was wrong, but the taboo nature of her actions only served to heighten her arousal. She spent several minutes lost in her own dark desires, teasing herself with the thought of consuming her own feces.
Finally, overcome by the intensity of her feelings, Lucy climbed into bed. She spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening pussy, and reached for the box. With shaking hands, she retrieved one of the turds and brought it to her mouth. With a loud moan, she bit into it, feeling the warmth and weight of her own feces against her tongue.
The taste was intense, both repulsive and arousing at the same time. But Lucy couldn't get enough. She devoured the first turd quickly, then reached for the second. As she chewed and swallowed, Lucy's hips bucked wildly, her orgasm sweeping over her in waves of pleasure.
When it was over, Lucy lay back on her pillow, breathing heavily. She stared up at the ceiling, her heart racing, as she tried to process what she had just done. It was wrong, she knew that. But it also felt so right, in a twisted, perverse sort of way.
Lucy reached for the box, knowing that she would want to experience this again soon. She couldn't deny the dark desires that slumbered within her any longer.
