As I sit down on the toilet, I can feel butterflies in my stomach. I'm nervous and excited at the same time because I know who this special treat is for. I take a deep breath and let out a long, slow sigh before beginning.
I reach out with one hand and grab a small bottle of water, uncapping it and taking a big gulp. My heart races as I lower the toilet seat cover and place the bowl within easy reach. Then, taking a deep breath, I release my bladder, letting my warm, yellow urine flow into the bowl, swirling around as it mixes with the cool of the porcelain.
Satisfied with the amount of lubrication, I reach back into my clothes and pull out something else, this time more solid. I grip it firmly in my fingers, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves. Then, with a gentle push, I place it carefully into the bowl, letting it sink down into the urine-coated water.
Gazing down at the bowl, I can feel a shiver of anticipation running through me. I have to admit, even after all these years, the thrill of preparing a special treat for someone never gets old. Taking my phone from my pocket, I flip through my photos, smiling to myself at the memories they evoke.
Finally, I decide on the one I want to share. With a few taps, I send it off to my special fan, along with a message telling them what they can expect to receive soon. As I wait for their reaction, I turn back to the bowl, studying the object of our mutual fascination.
My eyes trace over the long, tubular shape until they come to rest on the bulbous end. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I reach out with one finger, prodding gently at the mass. It's firm, but also surprisingly squishy. I can't help but wonder what it will be like once it's been properly prepared.
Taking a deep breath, I lean in closer, getting ready to do what I do best. My fingers find their way between my cheeks, and as I slide them up my anus, I feel a rush of heat wash over me. It's an intimate sensation, one that never fails to excite me even after all these years.
Slowly, carefully, I begin to retrieve the treat, coaxing it out of my ass with soft lips and gentle fingers. I can feel myself getting wet with anticipation as I work, my breath coming faster and deeper. When at last the last of it is free, I grasp it firmly in one hand, feeling its weight and texture against my skin.
Satisfied at last, I stand up and carry the glistening mound over to the kitchen sink. Setting it down on the counter, I reach into a nearby cabinet and pull out a bag of chocolate chip cookies. I extract one, tearing it apart with my fingers before spitting the soft, chewed pieces into the bowl containing my shit and urine.
This final ingredient, mixed with the scent and taste of the cookies, creates a unique and powerful blend. I reach into the bowl, scooping up some of the mixture and bringing it to my mouth. It tastes unexpectedly sweet, with hints of bitter chocolate lingering on the tongue.
Finally, I scoop out the rest of the mixture and dump it into a large bowl. Adding a sprinkle of cinnamon and a dollop of vanilla extract, I stir it all together until the mixture is smooth and uniform. Satisfied with my work, I grab a spoon and take a bite out of the sample I'd left for myself.
My tongue wags happily as I swallow, savoring the mix of flavors. Then, with one last look at the bowl before me, I pick it up and carry it to the post office, ready to send it off to my special fan. As I walk down the street, I can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. I may not be saving lives or changing the world, but behind this simple act lies a deep connection and mutual appreciation. This is more than just poop to me; it's an expression of intimacy, trust, and love. And with every package I send, I know I'm making someone's day just a little bit brighter.
