Tammy couldn't stop herself from repeatedly reading her mother's confession. Causing her to relive the evening's events, conflicting emotions stirred in her as she fought with feelings that sexually aroused her and the gut-wrenching shame that came with her carnal lust. When she finished reading the confession for the tenth time, she scrolled down to read comments left by other readers. Every comment was sympathetic and understanding toward Alyssa's plight, not one harsh word could be found against her. However, many encouraged her to continue exploring her secret desires, advising her not to feel ashamed of her sinful hunger. By the time Tammy reached the last comment, she was crying. Tammy knew she had to find a way to make things right again with her mother. Furthermore, she knew she had to make a choice between doing what society dictates as the right thing to do, and doing what her heart told her. She spent the next several days trying to decide. During these few days all she could think about were the compassionate and understanding comments left by the other readers on literotica.com. A week before Valentine's Day, Tammy decided on a plan on how to confront her mother.
During one of her Internet searches, she discovered an article by a Mistress who called herself: 'The Queen of Scat-Play'. The article explained dietary techniques to create different textures and flavors of excrement. The article inspired her to make her own special chocolates to give to her mother for Valentine's Day. She only had a week to prepare her special gift, so she went to the health-food store and bought a bottle of chlorophyll. Drinking chlorophyll helps eliminate the foul smells emitted by feces. Her next stop was the farmers' markets to buy enough fresh fruits and vegetables to last the week, so her chocolate treats would taste delicious. She made one last stop at the grocery store, and picked up several bags of black beans. This added a smooth pliable texture that made her pooh easy to mold into various shapes.
For the following few days, Tammy ate nothing but fruits and vegetables, and drank chlorophyll. She kept a white Tupperware bowl in her bathroom that she used to poo into, so she could do a taste test and check its texture. On her first attempt at trying this, she felt awkward defecating into the bowl. Then she sat on the toilet seat holding a bowl of excrement on her lap, with a spoon in her hand. She struggled to compose herself as she scooped a spoonful of soft warm pungent brown stool, lifting it to her lips. She hesitated and gagged on her first attempt. On her second effort, she managed to get the spoonful of savory, slightly sweet, excrement into her mouth. Again she gagged at the thought of what she was doing, but the delicious flavorful taste gave her a sensation of utter freedom from all her inhibitions. The mouthwatering delectable flavor made her shiver.
On the fifth day of her endeavor she knew that she had found the perfect recipe. On that day she squatted above her bowl as the first silky smooth log slid from her perfectly white delicate rectum, the bathroom filled with an aroma sweeter that she had ever smelled before. She was not done yet as she gently pushed out a few more of her edible logs. As usual she sat on the toilet with her spoon ready to taste her pooh; she no longer had any hesitation in fact now it felt natural to her. This time she took a mouthful of her brown delight, her palette began to tingle with a wonderful, scrumptious sweetness that sent rippling waves of sensual bliss down her body; to her pink rosebud that peeked out from between the smooth, pale, young lips of her vagina. The waves of ecstasy continued all the way down to the very tips of her pretty pink little toes. Her mind reeled with a furious pleasure, her heart pounding inside her chest, as her body quivered and shook in ecstatic joy as she climaxed without ever touching herself. She had made a perfect gourmet aphrodisiac. She panted heavily as her delicious decadent excrement delight continued to melt in her mouth, as a gentle stream of nectar oozed from her tender sweet young flower onto the toilet seat. As she regained control of her breath, her body was covered in sheen of sweat that glistened from the bathroom light above. As the clouds of carnal pleasure began to dissipate, her mind tried to grasp what had happened. She never knew that it was possible to climax by eating something, and never having to touch herself.