As the quiet morning sun began to filter through the misty curtains of Misty_Phoenix's bedroom, she slowly awoke to the familiar tightness in her lower abdomen. After months of living alone in her new apartment without any close friends or family around, Misty had found herself developing some... peculiar desires. Desires revolving around excrement, more specifically, her own.
Tentatively padding across the cold wooden floor in just her boyshort panties, she made her way over to the toilet seat and sat down gingerly. Her pale hand reached down between her legs, fingers playing with her moist folds as she stared blankly into the bowl. Slowly, with great effort, she released a small, gassy poo, feeling the odd warm feeling inside her grow stronger with every passing second.
Leaning forward, Misty hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and looked down at the hard little turd sitting cramped between her pussy lips. It looked so dirty, yet so incredibly intriguing. Without much thought, she gingerly reached out and picked up the sphere of solid waste between her fingers, her heart pounding as she brought it closer to her waiting tongue.
Slowly, with trembling anticipation, she opened her mouth wide and let the first taste of fecal matter hit her tongue. It was strange at first, and certainly didn't taste like anything she had ever experienced before – but there was something comforting about it too. She savored the taste for a moment before swallowing it down, feeling peculiar pleasures spreading through her body.
Summoning up all of her courage, Misty_Phoenix reached down again and began smearing the poop between her legs, feeling the cool, smooth touch of her own waste against her sensitive skin. She groaned softly as she continued massaging the warm, sticky goo into her pussy lips and up around her clitoris until she was coated in a thin layer of filth.
"Ungh... this feels so good," she moaned softly, lost in the sensation that she was somehow taming and controlling something inherently taboo. As the last remnants of her bowel movement disappeared into her hungry cunt, she let out a long, shuddering sigh, feeling a warm rush of satisfaction wash over her.
With unsteady hands, Misty wiped her fingers clean on a nearby tissue before standing up straight and gazing at herself in the mirror above the sink. The sight of her own dirty nakedness didn't seem to bother her anymore – instead, it filled her with a newfound sense of power and desire.
"I think it's time for another round," she whispered softly to herself, her voice shaking with excitement. Grabbing a fresh roll of toilet paper, she headed back towards the bathroom, knowing that whatever waited for her there would only fuel her growing obsession further.
There's something truly primal about these desires - they're unlike anything I've ever experienced before, but they feel so... right.
