As I walked down the busy street, my heart was pounding with excitement. I had heard about this new place called Sweet Betty Parlour, and the rumors were true - it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The owner, Betty, was infamous for her love of both sweets and her own 'sweet' shit.
I stepped inside, my eyes greeted by the colorful decorations adorning the walls. Bright pink and blue balloons fluttered above, and candy floss-covered chairs lined the edges of the room. A large chandelier made of gumdrops and lollipops hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the space.
Betty herself was standing behind the counter, her hair pulled back in a messy bun adorned with gumdrops. She flashed me a bright smile, revealing a mouth full of braces that matched the color of her eyeshadow.
"Welcome to my little paradise!" she exclaimed, her voice as sweet as cotton candy. "What can I get for you today?"
I couldn't help but notice the mischievous glint in her eyes as she spoke. I felt my cheeks flush with anticipation as I ordered my drink, trying my best to maintain composure as I saw her reach beneath the counter.
A moment later, she handed me a cup that was bigger than my head, filled to the brim with what looked like bright pink lemonade. As I took a tentative sip, I couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in my mouth – it was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. Sweet, tangy, and unexpectedly creamy, it left a lingering taste that was both alluring and slightly unnerving.
Before I could say anything, Betty grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a curtain at the back of the room. She drew it back dramatically, revealing a private booth adorned with even more candy and sweet treats.
"Now for the main event," she purred, licking her lips as she sat across from me. Without further warning, she scooted her chair closer and placed her hand on my knee.
I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach as she began to whisper dirty little secrets in my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. And then, just as I was losing myself in the moment, I heard a soft gurgling sound coming from beneath the table.
Looking down, I saw a large, steamy mess beginning to form on the floor. It smelled faintly of roses and vanilla, with just a hint of sweetness that made my mouth water uncontrollably. Suddenly, I understood – this wasn't just any lemonade she had given me.
Feeling both terrified and exhilarated, I looked up at Betty and nodded slowly. She grinned wickedly, standing up from her chair and sauntering towards the mess on the floor. Closing her eyes, she held out her hand, palm facing upwards.
Without a word, I leaned in close and pressed something warm and soft into her hand. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked down at what she was holding – a massive, glistening turd, as big as my fist and coated in a thick layer of sweet frosting.
She squealed with delight, throwing her head back in laughter as she lifted the shit-covered treat to her lips. And then, without a moment's hesitation, she bit down hard, her mouth twisting into a expression of pure bliss as she began to chew.
I watched in horrified fascination as she swallowed the turd whole, licking her lips hungrily as if she could already taste the next one. But despite my shock and repulsion, I found myself strangely aroused by the entire display.
As Betty settled back into her chair, she flashed me a wink. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked with a playful smirk. "Show me what you're made of."
