The day was hot and sticky, reminding Demetra of the pungent smell that usually followed such weather. She stood before the bathroom mirror, her heart racing as she adjusted the smartphone to capture the perfect angle for her selfie clip. This was her second attempt, and she wanted to make it better than the first.
Her gaze fell on the dense, cylindrical mass of feces sitting in the toilet bowl. It was enormous, easily twice the size of any turd she had ever produced before. She couldn't help but wonder how it had even fit inside her. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what she was about to do.
Taking a deep breath, Demetra reached for the power button on her smartphone and pressed record. The familiar red dot appeared on the screen, indicating that she was live. "Hi, everyone," she said softly, trying to ignore the irony of addressing a camera as if it were a human. "This is my second ItalScat selfie-clip, and today I've got something special for you."
With trembling hands, she picked up the toilet brush and kneeled beside the toilet. The smell was overwhelming, making her act a bit more desperate than she might have otherwise. She plunged the brush into the fetid mass, wincing at the slimy feel of it against her skin.
Demetra began to scrape the toilet bowl clean, wincing with every stroke as the foul stench assaulted her nostrils. She glanced at the camera every few seconds, her eyes wide with anticipation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she finished scraping and sat back on her heels, panting.
She looked at the screen, admiring the contrast between her soft, makeup-free face and the heinous brown mass she had just extracted. Without further ado, Demetra reached into the toilet bowl and seized the giant turd between her fingers. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her ears.
Gasping, she pulled the towelette from its hiding place beneath the sink and began wiping the excrement gently. The turd felt surprisingly warm and squishy in her hand. When she deemed it clean enough, she carried it to the scale.
As she watched the numbers climb, Demetra felt a strange sense of pride. This turd weighed nearly two pounds - it was her biggest yet. A shiver of unease ran down her spine as she realized what she was about to do. Swallowing hard, she returned to the toilet bowl and flushed the towelette and the still-warm turd away.
Demetra once again picked up her smartphone and pressed record. She leaned forward, bracing herself on the sink as she prepared for what she was about to do. "This is it," she whispered. "For all of you who are into coprophilia..."
She paused, her breath coming in short gasps. Was she really about to eat this giant turd? She doubted her own sanity for a moment, but then she remembered why she was doing this. The pleasure on her viewers' faces when they saw this - it was worth it.
With a sudden surge of determination, Demetra lowered the mass of feces into her mouth and began to chew. It tasted as disgusting as she expected, but she forced herself to swallow. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead as she continued to chew and swallow, conscious of the camera recording every moment.
When she finally finished, Demetra felt nauseous and lightheaded. She stumbled backward, landing ungracefully on the floor. It took several deep breaths before the room stopped spinning, but then she felt a strange sensation - satisfaction. She had done it. She had produced the largest turd and eaten it all for her viewers.
"Was it worth it?" she whispered to herself, wincing as she pushed herself up off the floor. A shiver ran down her spine, but she forced herself to smile. "Yes," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "It was worth it."
