As three college girls struggled with the daunting task of paying their tuition fees, an unexpected opportunity presented itself. A dubious modeling agency called them up, informing them that they had received a large anonymous order for feces. The catch? The girls themselves would have to fill this order since they needed the money so badly.
At first, the girls couldn't believe their ears. They exchanged skeptical glances before the agency spelled out the details. Apparently, the customer had expressed a preference for fresh human feces, meaning the girls would have to produce it themselves on the spot. Despite their initial hesitation and disgust, they knew this was their only shot at securing much-needed funds for the upcoming semester.
With reluctance etched onto their faces, the girls agreed to meet up with the customer. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures. They arrived at a secluded location on the outskirts of town, feeling increasingly uneasy about what lay ahead. However, when they saw the huge sum of money waiting for them, their reservations began to fade away.
The customer, a balding middle-aged man, explained that he had been fascinated by scatology ever since he was a child. He even showed them his extensive collection of scat porn, which only managed to make the girls more uncomfortable. Despite their growing repulsion, they knew they had to power through if they wanted to get their hands on the cash.
Taking a deep breath, the first girl began to defecate into a small bowl. The man watched intently, his gaze making her squirm even more. Once she was finished, he weighed it on a scale he had brought along, feigning nonchalance while the girls watched his every movement with bated breath.
One by one, the girls took turns relieving themselves into the bowls provided. Each time, the man would carefully weigh and measure the feces, making notes on his clipboard. As the process dragged on, the girls began to wonder if they could even fulfill such a massive order. Their stomachs felt knotted from anxiety and revulsion.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the man announced that they had enough feces to meet his requirements. He paid them handsomely, more than they could have ever hoped for. As they counted their earnings amidst the stench of feces filling the air, the girls couldn't help but wonder if they had just sold a part of their dignity for money.
As they parted ways with the customer, each girl felt a strange mixture of relief and shame coursing through their veins. They knew what they had just done was disgusting, but the lure of easy money had been too strong to resist. With their college fund secured, they couldn't help but wonder if they had just crossed a line they couldn't uncross.
