Angel awoke early in the morning, her body still lithe and supple from a night of rest. A warm glow settled in her lower abdomen, signaling the familiar build-up of sensations. She gingerly sat up on the edge of her bed, taking deep breaths to help ease the discomfort.
As the moment drew closer, she knew what she had to do. She grabbed the rectal thermometer from her bedside table and made her way to the bathroom. Gently, she inserted the thin metal rod into her tight anus, feeling it push past her sphincter muscles into the cool depths of her bowels.
There was a pause as she waited for the thermometer to record her internal temperature, her mind wandering to the day ahead. She tried to focus on her upcoming tasks - meeting her boss for lunch, running some errands in town - but found herself drawn back to the sensation within her.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the thermometer beeped, letting her know it was time to remove it. She gritted her teeth and slowly pulled it out, wincing at the foreign object sliding against her sensitive insides. With the thermometer in hand, she stepped onto the bathroom scale to check her weight.
As she examined the number flashing on the digital display, she noticed something odd about herself. She felt... different. She looked down at her naked body in the mirror, curiously examining every curve and contour. Her perky breasts were still covered in soft, downy hair; her neatly trimmed pubic area still glistened with morning dew.
But it was her ass that caught her eye. It looked different - not just her normal smooth skin and plump cheeks, but... something else. A subtle glow emanated from her puckered hole, drawing her gaze like a magnet. She reached behind and touched it gently, feeling a warmth emanating from deep within her.
Curiosity got the better of her. She had heard rumors about others like her - individuals who derived pleasure from the act of taking, and even enjoying, the waste products that came out of their bodies. Dubbed "love to shit girls", they were said to possess a unique physical attribute that made their feces irresistible to those who found such things desirable.
Could she be one of them? She stepped closer to the mirror, peering over her shoulder at her reflection. There was something strange about her asshole, she realized, something that made it stand out from others she had seen before. It had a wide, inviting appearance; the lips were plump and full, practically beckoning someone to take a closer look.
She couldn't believe it. With trembling hands, she reached down and gingerly spread her cheeks apart, revealing the pulsating ring of flesh that lay hidden within her. It glowed softly in the dim light of the bathroom, an alluring beacon of temptation.
Overcome with curiosity, she knelt down on the cool tile floor and slowly lowered her bare bottom onto the edge of the bathtub. It was time to discover what made her so special. As she gently spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her glistening asshole in all its glory, she took her first tentative taste of her own feces.
At first, it was repulsive. The bitter taste of shit filled her mouth, making her want to gag. But then something changed. She couldn't explain it - perhaps it was the warmth of her own shit, or the arousing sensation of being able to consume something so taboo - but she found herself liking it.
She began to lick and suck on her own asshole, drawing ecstatic moans from deep within her. The warmth spread throughout her body, filling her with a strange, intoxicating pleasure. She reached down between her legs, finding her clit hard and aching for release.
With a sudden thrust of her hips, she forced a thick, gassy turd from her tight asshole, watching in awe as it oozed out of her in slow motion. As soon as it hit the cool tiles, she was on it, licking and sucking at the strange, addictive treat. As she ate her own shit, pleasure coursed through her body like an electric current, setting every inch of her skin alight with desire.
And so she continued, lost in a world of her own making. The voices outside her mind were muffled, the pain of her increasing hunger distant and insignificant. All that existed was the warmth inside her, the taste of her own feces on her tongue, and the gentle plucking of her clit between her fingers.
Hours later, sated and exhausted, she finally emerged from her trance. She looked down at her soiled skin and ruined clothes, a pang of guilt shooting through her gut. But then she remembered the ecstasy she had experienced, the forbidden pleasure that had consumed her.
With determination in her eyes, she reached for her phone and started scrolling through the news feed. There had to be others out there like her; other love to shit girls who would understand her newfound desires. And if not, she would find them. Because in this world of darkness and forbidden pleasure, Angle was no longer alone.
