The sun had finally shown its face from behind the dense, gray clouds, painting the world with a warm glow and signaling the end of yet another gloomy winter day. Milana couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her as she took a deep breath of fresh air, her eyes scanning the familiar streets that led to her best friend's house. It was their first meeting after the long holiday break, and she couldn't wait to see Christina again.
As she approached the door, it swung open, revealing a beaming Christina who immediately engulfed her in a tight hug. "Milana! I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed, her cheeks blushing red from excitement. It had indeed been too long since they last saw each other.
"Hi, Chris," Milana replied with a smile, returning the hug just as tightly. "It's good to be back. How have you been?"
"Oh, you know..." Christina replied, leading her inside. "Just the usual - spent most of my time at home, catching up on some rest and TV shows. What about you?"
Milana shrugged nonchalantly, following Christina into the living room. "Same here, really. Just relaxing and enjoying myself with family and friends."
They chatted for a while, catching up on each other's lives and plans for the future, their laughter ringing through the room like sweet bells. As they grew more comfortable with each other's presence once again, the conversation somehow turned to their most intimate experiences over the holidays.
"Oh my god," gasped Christina, her face suddenly flushed. "I haven't gone to the toilet since before we broke up..."
Milana raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Seriously? That's a long time. Were you holding it in or something?"
"No, not really," Christina admitted with a blush that spread across her cheeks. "Well, maybe a little... but not as much as you might think."
What happened next surprised Milana, to say the least. As it turned out, Christina had developed quite the unique habit during their time apart - she had started eating her own feces. Her turd-filled asshole sat like a ripe plum on her friend's plate, ready to be consumed. The thought made Milana's belly churn with anticipation.
"Go ahead and eat it," said Christina, her voice shaking slightly. "You know you want to."
And so, Milana did. With trembling hands and an eager smile, she picked up the first piece of her friend's shit and popped it into her mouth. It tasted strangely sweet and savory at the same time, like nothing she had ever experienced before.
"Mmm, Christina," she moaned between bites. "This taste so good." She licked her lips, savoring the last bits of her friend's excrement before reaching for another piece.
As they ate together in silence, lost in the peculiar pleasure of consuming each other's feces, Milana couldn't help but feel a deep sense of connection to her friend. This strange, intimate act bound them together in a way that nothing else could - a twisted reminder of how deeply they cared for one another.
