As the hustle and bustle of the busy public park faded into the background, my eyes remained fixated on the entrance of the restroom. My heart raced with anticipation, regardless of how many times I had gone through this same routine. Tonight, I knew it would be different. The faint scent of something deliciously nauseating wafted through the air, teasing my senses as I prepared myself for what was to come. I couldn't help but lick my lips in eager anticipation.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door to the women's restroom swung open, and there she was - a young schoolgirl with a mischievous grin plastered across her face as she glanced around the empty hallway. Without a second thought, she entered one of the stalls and locked the door behind her. It was now or never.
I took a deep breath, summoning all the courage I could muster before stepping forward and slowly pushing open the door to the stall. Before I could even formulate a coherent thought, I found myself face to face with the most appalling sight of my life. There she was - barely 15 years old at most - squatting over the toilet bowl with her skirt hiked up around her waist, completely oblivious to my presence. Her tight little asshole clenched and unclenched rhythmically as she prepared herself for what was about to come.
My mind reeled in disbelief, but my body acted on instinct. I approached the stinkhole and positioned myself directly in front of it. My heart drummed loudly against my chest as I watched in horror and arousal as she pushed out the first fecal turd, coated in a thin layer of urine and anal lubricant. It landed with a loud splat right in front of my mouth.
I didn't hesitate for a second. I opened wide and engulfed the disgusting piece of human waste, allowing the acrid taste to coat my tongue like sweet nectar. Her screams echoed through the tiled room, mixing with the pungent stench of feces and cheap bathroom cleaner. But I couldn't help myself - this was what I lived for.
One by one, the schoolgirl's feces piled up in my mouth, each one tastier than the last. The further she went, the more desperate I became. I chewed on the shit nuggets, savoring the mixture of flavors that danced across my palate. I could feel her shame, embarrassment, and disgust radiating off of her in waves, but it only fueled my desire.
With every burst of shame she emitted, my cock twitched beneath the loose fabric of my jeans. I couldn't believe what was happening - I was actually doing this. I was becoming addicted to the taste of human feces, and this innocent schoolgirl was my drug dealer.
By the time she was finished, her bowels emptied and her legs were trembling, I could barely contain myself. I knelt down before her and took hold of her tiny hand, guiding it down towards my gaping maw. She hesitated for a moment before releasing the final log - a sweet little specimen that tasted of fear and innocence. It was exquisite.
I looked up at her, meeting her wide-eyed gaze, and licked the remnants of her shit from my lips. "That was incredible," I whispered hoarsely. She shook her head in disbelief, her face a mask of horror and revulsion. But even still, there was something else there - a glimmer of curiosity that I couldn't quite place.
Before she could gather her senses, I turned to leave, promising myself that I would be back tomorrow night for more of her delicious offerings. As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel both exhilarated and ashamed at the same time. What had I become? A human toilet, addicted to the taste of another person's waste; a twisted being willing to do anything for a taste that was now all-consuming. The world spun around me as I retreated into the shadows, lost in thought and lust for what might come next.
