As I sat on the toilet, I could feel the pressure building up inside me. I'd been constipated for days, and today, finally, I knew something was about to give. The thought of being rid of this discomfort was almost enough to make me sob with relief.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm my nerves as well as ease whatever it was that was blocking my digestive tract. After a few more minutes of pushing and straining, I felt a sudden sense of release wash over me.
The warm liquid flowed out of me in a steady stream, filling the bowl and causing the water to rise. As I watched, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. This was my long shit - a shit that was longer and more satisfying than any I'd had in a while.
I reached down between my legs, feeling the gentle caress of the warm water against my skin. It almost felt like I was bathing in a warm, soothing stream. My fingers slid effortlessly through the soft, moist mass of my shit, molding and shaping it between them as though it were putty.
The smell was intoxicating, a heady mix of earthy, musky scents that filled the room and made me feel both dirty and aroused. I couldn't believe how soft my shit was - like an ice cream, I'd read somewhere. It felt almost luxurious against my skin, and I found myself wanting to lean in closer, to immerse myself in the sensation.
As I sat there, lost in my own filth, an idea began to form in the back of my mind. I knew what I had to do. I stood up, keeping my hands pressed firmly against my ass cheeks, feeling the warmth of my shit seep through my clothes.
I walked out of the bathroom, past the mirror that reflected my naked form, and into my bedroom. There, on my bed, I lay down, spreading my legs wide apart, presenting myself to my own creation.
I sank down into it slowly, feeling the coolness of the sheets against my hot, sweaty skin. The faint popping sound of stretched fabric filled the room as I disappeared under the mountain of soft shit that engulfed me.
It was like being wrapped in a warm, comforting blanket - except this was my blanket, made from my own body. And as I lay there, buried up to my chin in my own filth, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Yes, this was definitely the perfect shit to eat - and I planned on enjoying every last bite.
