Shitty Store - Scat in a public toilet

The scent of freshly brewed coffee beans filled the air, and along with it came the sound of faint murmurings. It was a cozy little cafe situated in the heart of downtown, known for its delicious treats and warm atmosphere. Today, however, the place was buzzing with increased activity due to the presence of a stunningly beautiful woman. Her deep blue eyes scanned the menu board while she gracefully brushed back her long, silken hair. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine, yet there was something wild and inexplicable about her that made everyone's heart race. Her presence seemed to radiate an alluring aura that was almost impossible to resist.

Dressed in a tight-fitted dress that hugged every curve of her perfect body, she looked like a goddess among mere mortals. Her body swayed slightly as she moved, causing the onlookers to struggle to maintain their composure. She was clearly unaware of the effect she was having on everyone around her, lost in thought as she tried to decide what to order. Finally, after deliberating for a few moments longer than necessary, she made her decision. With a confident smile, she approached the counter and placed her order - one Shitty Store tagged with both Shitting and Scat themes.

She asked for a double espresso and something sweet to accompany it. The barista, a young man who looked like he was barely out of high school, couldn't help but stare at her. She returned his gaze with a smile that seemed to hint at secrets he wasn't meant to know. As he worked on her drinks, his hands trembled slightly, causing the cups to rattle against the countertop. When he was finished, he couldn't resist handing it to her with a flourish, hoping for just one moment more of that tantalizing attention.

Taking the steaming cup of coffee in one hand, she turned to walk away. But just then, she felt a familiar pang in her stomach. It was an uncomfortable mix of hunger and pain that she recognized all too well. She bit her bottom lip, uncertain of what to do next. The last thing she wanted was to excuse herself from the cafe and run off to find a bathroom. But as the intensity of the sensation grew, she knew she had no choice. Reluctantly, she made her way back towards the counter.

The barista's eyes widened as he saw the look of concern on her face. He didn't know what was happening, but he could tell that whatever it was, it wasn't good. As she approached him, she hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject. Finally, with a shaky breath, she spoke.

“Excuse me,” she began softly, placing her hand on his arm. "I'm sorry to interrupt you like this, but..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly, and she glanced towards the door. "I don't think I'm going to make it to my car in time," she continued, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I have a bit of a... emergency."

The barista's mouth went dry as he realized what she was asking. He looked around the cafe, not sure what to do. The last thing he wanted was to get involved with something like this. But when he saw the desperation in her eyes, he knew he had no choice. Nodding nervously, he stepped aside and gestured towards the back of the shop.

"This way," he said, leading her through the the small storage area behind the counter. As he unlocked the emergency exit door, she took one last sip of her coffee before stepping outside. The air was cool on her skin, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. The barista waited for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke up again.

"Do... do you need any help?" he asked hesitantly. She turned to look at him, her eyes filling with tears. "I just need a minute," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please."

With that, she closed her eyes and let go. The warm fluid splattered against the rough wall of the alley, creating a disgusting mess. For a moment, all she could hear was the sound of her own heavy breathing. And then, suddenly, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. Opening her eyes, she breathed in deeply, taking in the familiar scent of her own feces. It was unpleasant, to be sure, but it meant that the worst was over.

She wiped her hands off on her dress and took another deep breath. She couldn't believe she had just done that. And yet, at the same time, she felt a twisted sense of pleasure. She glanced back towards the cafe, wondering if anyone had seen her. But decided she didn't care. After all, they were just trying to survive, just like she was.

Walking back into the cafe, she was surprised to see the barista staring at her, his jaw dropped in shock. "My god," he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "What have you done?" She looked away, shame and embarrassment coursing through her veins. "I didn't have any choice," she muttered, trying to justify her actions. "I'm sorry if I've caused you any trouble."

The barista couldn't believe what he was hearing. This woman had just defecated in his alleyway and now she was acting like it was no big deal. He knew he should ask her to leave, but something about her made him hesitate. Instead, he simply pointed towards the front door without saying a word. As she turned to walk away, he couldn't help but stare at the smear of feces on her dress. It was a stain that would never come out, a reminder of the dark and twisted secret she'd just revealed.

Outside, she took one last look around before getting into her car. The wind was blowing, causing her dress to flap in the breeze. She didn't care. She was just thankful that it was all over. As she started the engine, she glanced down at her hands, still slightly sticky from her own waste. "Well," she whispered to herself, "that wasn't so bad, now was it?" With that, she pulled away from the curb and drove off, leaving the unsavory events of the past few minutes behind her.

Back at the cafe, the barista sat down at a table, his head in his hands. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He knew he should be disgusted, but instead, he found himself strangely fascinated. He glanced down at his cell phone, nervously flipping through his contacts list. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. After all, how often did something like this happen in real life?

Finally, he made his decision. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he grabbed a cloth and headed towards the back of the shop. It was time to clean up the mess, no matter how much it unsettled him. As he scrubbed at the wall, the images of the woman's act played over and over again in his mind. He knew he would never forget this moment, and not just because of the stain on his wall. This was a secret that he would carry with him for the rest of his life, a secret that would haunt him in the darkest corners of his soul.