Lila store - shitty breakfast

The Lila store was a cafe that catered to the unique tastes of its clientele. Among its regulars were those with a specific fetish - scat. The owner, Lila, was more than happy to oblige their desires. She had a slave who was particularly skilled in producing high-quality feces, and he loved to share his creations with her. One morning, as the cafe was opening its doors for the day, Lila stood behind the counter, her face a mix of anticipation and amusement. She called out to her slave, who was waiting in the storeroom behind the cafe. "Begin breakfast preparations, slave," she commanded. The slave nodded his understanding and began his routine. First, he ate a meal designed to stimulate his bowels, paying careful attention to the texture and taste of each bite. Once he was finished, he moved onto the more debased part of his task: indulging in his own fecal matter. He lubricated his anus with generous amounts of spit, allowing him to easily penetrate his own ass and begin the process of defecating. As he worked, the sweet smell of fresh shit wafted through the cafe, permeating the air. Customers began to trickle in, some stopping to watch curiously as they saw what was happening behind the scenes. Finally, the slave emerged from the storeroom, his body coated in a thick layer of his own feces. He crawled across the floor on his hands and knees, presenting himself before Lila. She watched with a mix of lust and pity as he opened his mouth, offering her a taste of his recent indulgence. She leaned forward, her hand reaching out to lift one of his clumps of shit between two fingers. Carefully, she teased his tongue, guiding it towards the feces before letting him take a bite. He moaned eagerly, the taste of his own excrement filling his mouth. Lila smiled, pushing the slave away and turning back to her customers. "Welcome to Lila store," she announced in a sing-song voice. "We have a lot of shit, and a slave who love to taste that. And Lila is happy to swap his shit with his slave." Customers laughed, some awed by the display they had just witnessed. It was part of the experience at Lila's cafe - there were rules, but those who followed them were rewarded with unique culinary experiences. Throughout the morning, Lila served her customers, dishing out freshly prepared scat dishes to those who desired them. The slave remained in his position on the floor, occasionally offering tastes of his own feces to others who were curious enough to try. As the morning progressed and the crowds began to thin, Lila finally stepped away from the counter, her gaze lingering on the slave. She knelt down next to him, taking hold of his manhood in her hand. "Time for your own breakfast, slave," she said, her voice low and filled with promise. And so, as the early afternoon sun streamed through the cafe windows, Lila and her slave indulged in an intimate act of fecal consumption and excretion. It was just another day at the Lila store, where the most taboo desires were not only accepted but celebrated.