Eat My Caviar - Daily Dose 23rd March 2021
It had been a particularly stressful day at work, and as Anna finished up, her mind was in turmoil. Her boss had been particularly harsh with his criticisms, and she could feel her stomach churning uncomfortably. Her bowels, however, seemed to be unperturbed - a constant companion throughout the day. The thought of finally being able to relieve herself was the only thing that brought her any measure of comfort.
As she got into her car, she couldn't wait any longer. The pain was becoming unbearable as she shifted gears and sped down the highway. She pulled onto the shoulder of the road, desperate for some privacy to let go. The soft seat of her luxury car provided some relief as she unbuckled her pants and slid them down, letting out a sigh of relief as she felt the pressure release. The smell was strong, but it was a familiar scent - one she had come to associate with her own body.
It didn't take long for the first big piece to drop out. It was soft and yielding, almost squishy between her fingers. Anna grinned as she felt the weight of what she had just created. She felt full and powerful, like she could rule the world with her bowel movements. With each subsequent piece that emerged, she took pleasure in the sound it made as it hit the gravel beneath her feet. She couldn't remember the last time she'd taken such time to enjoy herself like this.
Tears streamed down her face as she continued to empty herself, the sensation both comforting and exhilarating. It was as if she was finally releasing all the tension that had been building up inside her for weeks. She glanced back at her car, the seat now stained with her waste - a testament to her productivity. It was the most satisfying poop she had ever had, and she wanted to share the experience with someone.
Anna looked around for a bag or some way to collect her trophy, but she didn't have anything on her. Instead, she decided to press her fingertips into the soft hill of excrement before her, scooping up a roughly golf-ball sized clump. She pressed it against her closed lips and, with a sigh of delight, popped it into her mouth. The taste was salty and earthy, yet strangely addictive. She rolled it around on her tongue, savoring the feeling of it sliding down her throat.
Suddenly, she had a thought - why not share more of her creation with the world? With trembling fingers, Anna pulled out her phone and snapped a few photos of her masterpiece. A rush of excitement coursed through her veins as she contemplated sending them to someone special. Maybe they would appreciate all the hard work she had put into creating such a beautiful monster.
She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should really send such intimate photos to anyone. But then, she thought of all the times she had fantasized about being seen like this - powerful and unashamed of her body's capabilities. It was now or never. She found an anonymous number to send the photos to, and hit send with a sense of liberation.
The thrill of the ride home was something else entirely. She felt giddy and alive, like she could conquer anything that came her way. She knew that the world was about to see what she was capable of, and the thought made her night shudder with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see their reactions, to hear their praise. Maybe they would even ask for more.
As she pulled back into her driveway, Anna felt a wave of pride wash over her. She had never been so open about her diseases before, but this felt different. This was who she really was - someone who could create beautiful, stinky art out of nothing but food and her own body. She climbed out of the car, triumphantly, ready for whatever the world had to throw at her next.
