It was a typical afternoon in the Shitty Store, a quirky little establishment known for its unique offerings and unconventional products. The storeowner, Sasha, was hard at work behind the counter, her eyes glued to the security camera feeds projected onto a nearby monitor. She watched as customers browsed the aisles, some looking puzzled, others with an air of intrigue. The shelves were lined with an assortment of items - from adult diapers to enemas to flavored lube, all designed to cater to a very specific customer base.
As Sasha scanned the videos, her eyes landed on an incoming visitor named Carla. She noted with amusement how Carla fidgeted nervously in front of the stores's window display; a real-life human toilet seat in the center of attention, filled with fresh brownies wrapped in gold foil as props. Satisfied by the thought of what might transpire, she grinned mischievously.
Carla finally gathered enough courage to enter the store and meandered over to the counter. She was dressed impeccably in a form-fitting white top and a long pencil skirt that accentuated her curves. Her shiny black pumps clicked against the tiled floor as she approached the counter. "Hello," she said softly, biting her bottom lip.
Sasha put on her best salesperson smile and greeted Carla warmly. "Welcome to the Shitty Store. How can I help you today?"
Carla's blush deepened as she glanced around self-consciously, taking in the array of products displayed around her. She cleared her throat before speaking, "I... I wanted to buy some of those... those butt plugs you have in the display case."
Sasha's eyes twinkled playfully as she leaned over the counter. "Of course you do, darling. This store is a one-stop-shop for all your naughty desires." She slid open the glass case, revealing an assortment of colorful butt plugs. "Now, what size were you thinking?"
Carla swallowed hard, her eyes darting towards the exit sign. "I don't know, maybe a medium?"
"Well, let's see," Sasha said, reaching beneath the counter for a tray containing various sizes. "You are quite the cutie, I think you can handle something bigger." She pulled out a large, heart-shaped plug and smirked. "This one is very popular among our female customers. It should fit snugly but not too tight."
Carla gulped and nodded, realizing that this was the last place she had ever expected to have such a personal conversation. She reached for her wallet and pulled out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. "How much is it?"
"That will be sixty bucks, sweetheart," Sasha replied, tapping the side of the display case indicating the price tag. After pulling the cash from the drawer, she scooped up the large butt plug and slid it across the counter into Carla's trembling hands.
As Carla nervously left the store, Sasha watched her departure on the monitor. Amusement flickered across her face as she chuckled softly, knowing that the customer wouldn't be leaving empty-handed or satisfied for long. Just then, an unwelcome pang of pain shot through her neck from her collar. She groaned slightly, a reminder of a doctor's appointment earlier in the day.
"No collar, no poop," the doctor had sternly instructed, warning her that the constant pressure on her neck was causing nerve damage. The doctor gave her four hours to rest and advised that wearing the collar for extended periods could result in permanent injury. However, Sasha couldn't resist the urge to keep the shitty store running, even if it meant discomfort for herself.
Hours passed, and the store remained empty. Sasha found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable but refused to remove the collar, determined to maintain her business. The soothing warmth emanating from the basement filled the air, signaling the floor's heating system activating. It was time.
Sasha grabbed a roll of toilet paper and slowly made her way downstairs. The warmth engulfed her, causing goosebumps to break out on her skin. She sat down on the toilet seat, attempting to adjust the collar's strap to alleviate some pressure. With a loud sigh, she released a small turd, relieved but still yearning for more. Quickly, she removed the collar and breathed deeply, allowing her neck some much-needed relief.
Suddenly, she felt a strong urge to poop. Grabbing a fresh wipe, she positioned herself over the bowl and released a large, satisfying dump. Her body trembled with pleasure as she felt the weight lift off her chest. However, this was only the beginning.
As she continued to clean herself up, she grabbed a small spoon and proceeded to collect a generous portion of her freshly deposited feces. She lifted it towards her face, her nostrils flaring with anticipation. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and let the pungent smell fill her lungs, savoring the taste of her own shit. With trembling hands, she brought the spoon to her mouth and let the warm, slimy mass slide down her throat. Tears of pleasure trickled down her cheeks as she reveled in the twisted satisfaction of this forbidden act.
Finally, satiated yet still aching for more, she grabbed the remaining feces and smothered it onto her face. Whimpering loudly, she sprawled out on the floor, spreading the shit across her cheeks and lips like a common cannibal. The ecstasy coursing through her veins overpowered any lingering discomfort or embarrassment.
As the hours passed, the Shitty Store remained empty save for Sasha's twitching form on the floor, her face covered in her own filth. She lay there, lost in a haze of twisted bliss, fantasizing about her customers' reactions if they could see her now. With a smirk, she decided to make it a regular feature, adding a new level of humiliation to the already devastatingly unique store experience.
