Once inside the scat girl store, I couldn't help but feel intrigued. The walls were adorned with images of busty girls playing with their own feces. The air was thick with perversion as I walked further into the shop, my heart racing at the thought of what I might find. My gaze landed on a display case filled with box after box of various types of diapers - golden diapers for the girl who loved to play with her own urine; sparkly poop diapers for those who enjoyed defecating on themselves; and even some regular-looking ones that were pre-soiled by the girls themselves.
A saleswoman, dressed in black latex from head to toe, approached me with a knowing smile. Her body was covered in intricate tattoos depicting various acts of fetishism. "What can I help you find today?" she purred in an underground whisper.
I tried to regain my composure as I stammered out my response. "I-I'm really interested in the scat stuff." I confessed, feeling my face turn red as I did so.
The saleswoman nodded knowingly before leading me over to a corner of the store where an array of toys and accessories were on display. "Do you have any preferences when it comes to playing with your waste?" she asked curiously.
I shook my head, still struggling to believe that I was having this conversation and even more shocked by the fact that I was finding it arousing. "I've never done any of this before," I admitted.
"Well then, why don't we start with something simple?" the saleswoman replied, producing a disposable adult diaper from under the counter. She demonstrated how to properly secure it around my waist and taped it up snugly so that it wouldn't leak. Then she reached into a bag filled with pre-packaged feces and handed me a small chunk. "Go ahead," she urged, "play with it."
I hesitated for a moment before taking the feces between my fingers and rubbing it into the diaper, feeling a wave of shame wash over me as I did so. The saleswoman watched me intently as I worked the feces into the material, carefully folding it over onto itself until it was completely covered in shit.
"Now, let's see if you want to try some tasting," she suggested, producing a small spoon from her pocket. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and allowed her to spoon some of the feces in, expecting it to taste disgusting. To my surprise, it actually had a sweet, earthy flavor that sent shivers down my spine.
As the night progressed, we moved on to other activities - smearing each other's faces in excrement, taking turns playing with dildos filled with feces, even engaging in anal sex whilst wearing the pre-soiled golden diapers ourselves. By the time we called it a night, I was learning pleasurable new experiences as the saleswoman taught me how to properly clean myself up.
As I left the scat girl store in the early hours of the morning, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. I may have taken one small step tonight in exploring my darkest desires, but I felt empowered by it nonetheless. The smell of shit clung to my skin; the memory of our shared experiences burned bright within me - I couldn't wait to return and delve deeper into this world of taboo pleasure.
