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Looking at this picture of you, it’s crazy to think that just yesterday your shit was in my mouth. I don't know you in real life, but I bought your custom order online, the one where you ate exactly what I requested for a whole week just to make it perfect for me. Seeing your tiny, flawless body now… knowing something so intimate came out of you and went into me… it makes my head spin. I opened the package and the smell hit me first, that unique scent only you could produce after eating all those spicy foods and asparagus like I asked. The color was a deep, murky brown, streaked with darker bits from the spices you'd eaten. It had a soft, mushy consistency, holding its shape but breaking apart easily when I touched it. The surface was slightly glossy, still moist from being fresh. I put a piece on my tongue and let it dissolve, tasting every bit of you before swallowing. My stomach was full of your shit for hours afterward, warm and heavy inside me. Every time I see a photo of you now, all perfect and innocent-looking, I remember what it felt like to have a part of you inside me in the most disgusting way possible. And honestly? It’s the biggest turn-on knowing someone as gorgeous as you would go through all that effort just so a stranger could eat your crap. I specifically asked for the spicy food and asparagus because I wanted your shit to have a strong, unforgettable taste. The spice makes it burn a little on the way down, reminding me with every swallow that this came from inside you. And the asparagus… it gives your crap that distinct, pungent smell and flavor that lingers in my mouth and throat long after I’ve finished eating. It makes the whole experience more intense, more real. Every nasty burp afterward tastes like you, and I love it.