As the sun began to set, Atsuki found herself alone in her room, feeling a strange desire welling up inside her. She couldn't explain why, but she suddenly felt incredibly aroused by the thought of poop. Not just any poop, though—she wanted girl poop.
Atsuki searched frantically through her drawers until she found what she was looking for: a miniature toilet and a plate of plastic food. Setting everything up on her bed, she couldn't help but giggle devilishly as she mimed taking a massive bite out of the toilet bowl. Then, pretending to eat the food, she mashed it into tiny pieces and flushed it down the mini toilet.
Now came the best part. Atsuki picked up the plastic plate of "poop," still bubbling with excitement, and started playing with it. She rolled it around between her fingers, shaping it into various forms, and even pretended to taste it. The whole time, her cheeks were flushed red with pleasure as she imagined what real girl poop might smell like, how warm it might be, and how much fun it would be to play with.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. She raced to her closet and rummaged through some old clothes until she found an old pair of pants that used to belong to her sister. Yes! This would do the trick. She quickly pulled them on and then pretended to be her sister, sitting on the mini toilet and "pooping." The sensation was incredible; it was as if she was really there, experiencing the thrill of letting go of a big, gooey turd.
Feeling more daring, Atsuki stood up and pretended to "poop" directly onto the plate. The feeling of warmth as she rubbed the soft, squishy poop between her fingers sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. She added a few sprinkles of pretend pee for good measure before molding it all into little balls and towers, giggling uncontrollably as she did so.
Finally, spent and satisfied, Atsuki collapsed onto her bed, still clutching the now-filthy plate of "poop." She felt a sense of accomplishment mixed with embarrassment as she realized what she'd just done. But there was no denying the thrill she'd gotten out of it—a thrill she knew she'd find a way to satisfy again and again.
