As I walked down the busy street, my heart raced with anticipation. I clutched my phone tightly, checking the map repeatedly to make sure I was going in the right direction. Finally, I spotted it - a small, unassuming storefront fluttering with bright neon signs. I squinted to read the bold letters on its facade: "scat girl store."
My breath hitched in my throat as a thrill shot through me. This was it. I pushed open the door and stepped into a whole new world. The walls were lined with an array of products - from cage skirts that glittered in the fluorescent lighting to golden toilet seats that reflected my image back at me. But there was one thing that caught my eye above all else: a display showcasing various sizes and colors of fake human feces.
"Hello," said a voice behind me. I turned around to see a woman with sky-high heels and a strap-on attached to her zipper. Her eyes twinkled as she eyed up my outfit (high-waisted shorts, cropped top) appreciatively.
"Are you here for the shit?" she asked, grinning wickedly. Before I could reply, she launched into a sales pitch. "It's the best on the market - made from real human feces, of course. You can't get any more authentic than that!"
I tried to hide my nervousness as I approached the display case. Inside, the feces were arranged neatly in rows - some looking like they'd just been made, others caked and hardened. My stomach did one of those flip-flops that usually came when I saw something scandalous. But this time, it was different. This time, it was excitement mixed with desire.
"I... I want to try it," I managed to say, my voice sounding far more meek than I intended. The woman's grin widened in response, revealing a set of impossibly sharp teeth.
"Of course you do, sweetheart," she purred, reaching into the display case and pulling out a soft, steaming turd for me. "Go on... You know what to do with it."
I took the shit from her, feeling its weight in my palm. Oh god , I thought, as a wave of arousal washed over me. What am I doing?
But before I could think any more, my brain short-circuited and all rational thought disappeared. I tore open my mouth as wide as I could and stuffed the shit inside. It was warm and wet and disgusting - an absolutely perfect combination of flavors. As I chewed and swallowed, my body started to shake with pleasure.
"Oh fuck," I moaned, reaching behind me to touch myself. "Oh yes, yes..."
And then, as if on cue, an orgasm hit me like a freight train. I cried out, my knees buckling beneath me as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of my vulva, drawing imaginary rivers of cum that matched the color of the shit in my mouth. The woman watched, a smile playing on her lips as she stepped closer to stabilize me.
"That's it, baby," she whispered, running a hand through my sweaty hair. "Take your time and enjoy it. You deserve this."
And so I did. I pulled the shit out of my mouth and let it drip onto the floor, watching as my urine mixed with the feces-colored puddle. It was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen - and it was all mine. I continued to pleasure myself, moaning and groaning as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook me. The woman watched silently, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and admiration.
Finally, my orgasm began to subside. I collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. The woman crouched down beside me, offering a hand to help me up.
"That," she said, her voice low and husky. "That was truly scrumptious."
I couldn't help but giggle as I took her hand, letting her pull me to my feet. We left the store together, our heels clicking on the pavement in perfect rhythm. And as I walked down the street, a satisfied grin plastered across my face, I knew that this was only the beginning of a journey that would take me to places I never thought possible.
