Eating your own shit

Get ready for a wild ride, my friend. This story is about to get real dirty, real quick. Meet our heroine, a girl named Luna, who’s got a fetish for the most unique and taboo of pleasures. Buckle up, because we’re about to dive headfirst into the world of coprophagia – the art of eating one’s own feces.Luna had always been a bit of an oddball. While most people shuddered at the thought of their own waste, she found it strangely alluring. There was something about the smell, the texture, the sheer primal nature of it all that drew her in like a moth to a flame.As a child, Luna would often sneak into the bathroom after using the toilet, her heart racing with excitement as she crouched down to peer into the bowl. She’d watch, mesmerized, as the water swirled around her creations, each one a unique work of art. And then, with a thrill of anticipation, she’d dip her fingers into the water, scooping up a glob of her own feces.At first, it was just a game. Luna would pretend to eat her own poop, making faces and noises as she played along. But as she grew older, the game became a habit. She’d eat her own feces without even thinking about it, the taste and smell a comforting ritual in an uncertain world.But Luna’s love of coprophagia went beyond mere habit. It was a full-blown fetish, a source of pleasure and satisfaction that she couldn’t get enough of. She’d eat her own poop at any time of day, anywhere she pleased. In the bathroom, in her bed, even in the middle of a crowded restaurant – Luna didn’t care. She’d do whatever it took to get her fix.And so, one day, Luna found herself at a particularly exotic restaurant, a place famous for its unique and adventurous dishes. She scanned the menu, her eyes scanning the offerings with a sense of excitement and anticipation. And then, there it was – the perfect dish for a girl with her unique tastes.Excuse me,” Luna called out to the waiter, her voice trembling with excitement. “I’d like to order the feces platter, please.”The waiter looked at her, confused. “The feces platter? I’m afraid we don’t have that on the menu.”Luna’s heart sank. Had she misread the menu? Was this restaurant not the place for her after all? But then, a thought occurred to her. Why not make her own feces platter?Without hesitation, Luna stood up and made her way to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and crouched down, her heart racing with anticipation. She scooped up a glob of her own feces and brought it back to the table, where she proceeded to eat it with gusto.The waiter looked at her, shocked. “Ma’am, I think you’ve made a mistake. That’s not on the menu.”Luna just smiled, her mouth full of feces. “I know,” she said, her voice muffled by the taste. “But it’s the best dish I’ve ever had.”And with that, Luna finished her meal and walked out of the restaurant, a satisfied smile on her face. She had found her true calling – a life of coprophagia, where the only thing that mattered was the taste and smell of her own feces.From that day on, Luna lived a life of pure bliss, her love of coprophagia guiding her every move. She ate her own feces wherever she pleased, whenever she pleased. And she lived happily ever after, surrounded by the sweet taste of her own creations.And so, my dear friend, I hope you have enjoyed this wild and wacky tale of coprophagia. Remember, there’s no shame in loving something a little bit strange – after all, that’s what makes life worth living.

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