In a small, dimly lit corner store called "scat girl", there was a young woman called Morning. She had long, flowing black hair and her striking green eyes looked out from under thick fringe as she leaned against the counter, smoking a cigarette. The store itself was filled with an array of provocative items - sex toys, lingerie, and lots of things one might find in an adult shop. Morning worked hard to maintain the store while also indulging in her particular fetishistic interests.
As she took a slow drag from her cigarette and exhaled the smoke lazily, a man approached the counter. He had dark, piercing eyes that seemed to bore into her soul as he leaned forward on the counter, his elbows resting on its surface. He asked for a particular item that Morning had never heard of before – something called a "dirty sancho" toy. She felt a pang of curiosity mixed with excitement as she retrieved it from the back room, wondering what he would do with such a thing.
When she returned, the man eyed her up and down, taking in her appearance: black leather corset that hugged her hourglass curves tightly, fishnet stockings, and high-heeled boots that revealed the lace of her panties at the tops. He could see that Morning was clearly aroused by the encounter, her breathing shallow and quickening. His gaze lingered on her rounded ass which was encased in a latex covering that left nothing to the imagination.
"Find anything else you like?" He asked, his voice velvety smooth and seductive. Morning couldn't help but nod, her cheeks flushing red with shame and arousal. She reached behind the counter and pulled out a tray filled with various toys: vibrators, dildos, anal beads - all designed for indulging in various scat fetishes. He pointed to one in particular - a colostomy bag filled with artificial feces. Morning felt a rush of heat between her legs as she handed it over to him, her fingers lingering on the cold plastic for just a moment too long.
As he paid for his purchases and left the store, Morning couldn't help but assess what she had just done. She had sold a man toys designed to aid him in taking a human shit from someone else's body – but the thought of someone using her own feces on themselves somehow turned her on. She finished her cigarette, taking one last drag before stubbing it out in a nearby ashtray. Her eyes drifted back to the colostomy bag on the countertop, her mind filled with dark thoughts of filling it with her own bowels' contents.
With shaking fingers, she undid the clasp on her corset, revealing her lace-covered breasts. She reached behind herself and unclasped her latex panties, sliding them down her legs slowly. She positioned herself over the toilet seat and released a loud, watery fart before bending forward to allow her diarrhea to drip out of her ass. It was warm and sticky, tickling her sensitive folds as it dripped onto the floor. She continued relentlessly, pushing until she had completely emptied her bowels into the toilet.
Feeling slightly better, Morning rinsed out the colostomy bag and filled it with cold water. She carefully transferred some of the warm, soft feces from the toilet into the bag, making sure there were no lumps. As she sealed it shut, a sense of satisfaction washed over her. She imagined the man who had just left her store using it and the thought made her nipples harden beneath her tight shirt. She threw the bag into her own shopping bag, determined to use it on herself later that night when no one was around.
As she finished cleaning up the mess on the floor, Morning's mind wandered back to the encounter. She felt a stab of jealousy as she imagined him using the toys on someone else, but also a twinge of excitement at the thought of someone else experiencing pleasure from the same things that turned her on. She shivered in anticipation of what might happen next time someone came into the store with a similarly depraved desire.
