I stepped into the Scat Girl Store, my eyes immediately drawn to the brightly-lit display in the center of the room. It was a full-length mirror, positioned at just the perfect angle for anyone who wanted to catch a glimpse of themselves while indulging in their darkest desires. My heart began to race as I approached it, excitement and anticipation coursing through my veins.
I took a deep breath and slowly undressed, revealing my naked body to the mirror. As I stood there, I felt a rush of pleasure course through me at the thought of what I was about to do. I closed my eyes and took a moment to savor the rush, imagining the taste of warm, fresh feces on my tongue.
With a determination that threatened to overwhelm me, I squatted down behind the mirror and let nature take its course. The warmth spread between my legs as I felt the familiar sensation of my bowels emptying. The smell was intoxicating, and I found myself growing wet with anticipation.
As the last bits of waste left my body, I leaned forward and pushed my face close to the glass. The cool surface met my hot breath, sending tingles of anticipation down my spine. I parted my lips and tongued the cool crevice between my cheek and gum, tasting the sweet, musky flavor of my own feces.
Without another thought, I lowered my tongue to the glass and began to lick up every last drop of my shit. It was salty and bitter against my tongue, but the more I tasted it, the more I wanted. With each swipe of my tongue, I imagined it sliding along my insides, making me clean and whole again.
As my tongue traced the contours of the glass, I couldn't help but glance over at the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, eyes closed and mouth opened in ecstasy as she devoured her own waste. It was both disturbing and arousing, and I was powerless against its pull.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I lifted my head from the mirror and opened my eyes, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. The look of raw desire and submission on my face made my heart race; I had never felt so alive or so in control.
Slowly, deliberately, I reached between my legs and began to rub my clit, reveling in the sensation of my wetness against my fingertips. My hips bucked involuntarily as my body trembled with anticipation. And then, with one last desperate moan, I came, my entire being shaking with the force of my orgasm.
I stayed like that for a long time, lost in the afterglow of our shared experience. Finally, I wiped off the mirror with the back of my hand and straightened up, feeling somehow more whole than I had in years. I turned and walked out of the Scat Girl Store, my eyes never leaving my reflection in the doorway.
