Once Amanda was done with her business, she felt a strange yet pleasant sensation in her gut. She couldn't shake off the urge to indulge in her newfound hobby – consuming her own feces. She rubbed her troublesome belly, trying to soothe it from the discomfort caused by the massive turd she had just expelled from her rectum.
With determination, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out towards the big ball of poop on the floor, extending it as far as possible. She licked around the edges, savoring the taste of her own waste. The texture was surprisingly soft against her tongue, almost like wet sand. She used her saliva to lubricate the shit, making it easier to slide into her mouth.
As she lifted the poop from the floor, her breath hitched. The smell was nauseating, yet arousing at the same time. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the stench, and concentrated on the taste. It was acrid and metallic, with hints of ammonia and feces – a unique flavor that she couldn't resist.
Slowly, she began to chew the shit, grinding it between her teeth. The warm, mushy consistency was strangely savory. She swirled the mixture around her mouth, allowing the remnants of her feces to coat her tongue and gums. She let out a contented sigh, her gaze fixed on the toilet bowl where the remainder of her shit still lay.
With renewed vigor, she scooped up the remaining shit from the toilet and stuffed it into her mouth, grinning as she imagined your reaction. She scraped the last bits off the sides of the toilet bowl, relishing the feel of the cold, hardened turds against her tongue.
Finally, she stood up, her shirt tenting over her bulging belly. She took a step back, surveying her handiwork. Every inch of her mouth was coated in her own filth, and she couldn't be happier about it. She took a deep breath, savoring the strange mix of pleasure and disgust that coursed through her body.
"I hope you're enjoying the show," she purred, meeting your gaze in the mirror. Her eyes were alight with mischief and defiance, daring you to judge her. You couldn't look away, transfixed by the sight of this beautiful woman reduced to such a grotesque act.
As she reached out to wipe her mouth, her fingers slipped, smearing the remaining shit onto her face. She chuckled softly, a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Mmmm...," she murmured, tasting herself on her fingertips. "That was delicious."
You watched as she marched towards the kitchen, her hips swaying seductively beneath her skirt. She bent down, opening the fridge door and pulling out a bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap and raised it to her lips, taking a long, slow drink. You couldn't help but wonder what other strange acts she had in store for you.
