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It's so crazy that I actually ate her shit... I'm just sitting here, staring at this new picture she posted, and my mind keeps flashing back. It all started when I saw her profile on that panty-selling site. Most guys were probably just buying her worn underwear, but then I saw it, the listing for something else entirely. For a hundred bucks, she offered to shit into a container and ship it to me. I remember my heart was pounding when I placed the order, thinking there was no way I'd actually go through with it when it arrived. But the package came, and I opened it up. The smell hit me first, pungent and real. And there it was, her actual shit. There were three solid turds in there, each one shaped perfectly, like they were molded from brown clay. The color was a deep, earthy tone, and the surface had a slight sheen to it. I remember picking one up; it was firm but still had some give. It felt real and heavy in my hand, the tangible proof of what had come out of her body. I can't believe I brought it to my lips, that I actually opened my mouth. My teeth sank into it, but didn't slice through it cleanly; they met a surprising resistance and had to press down harder than I expected. The texture was thick and grainy, like packed soil, filling my mouth instantly. That first bite released an even more intense, musky flavor that coated my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I could feel the individual particles as I chewed, the reality of what I was doing hitting me harder than the taste itself. Swallowing that first mouthful was a struggle, my throat fighting against it, but I forced it down, committing fully to the disgusting act. And now I'm looking at her face in this photo, knowing exactly what came out of that perfect body and went straight into my stomach.