I accepted a daring challenge: to consume fresh grapes without chewing, then retrieve them from my excrement, nearly intact. If I failed, the punishment would be severe, involving nipple tugging and enema administration.
The first day of the challenge proved delightful as I relished both large and small grapes, swallowing several whole. The next day, a distressing reality emerged. After a seductive striptease, I defecated a massive, constipated stool onto a plate, and began sifting through it, churning its creamy mass in search of remnants of the grapes I had consumed the previous day. I was certain I would find nothing but dense, foul-smelling feces. However, as I delved deeper, my hands encountered something small and hard. I extracted a tiny ball, separating it from the excrement. To my relief, I discovered additional hard, flattened balls – grapes coated in my warm chocolate.
I set aside my chocolate-covered grapes, then indulged in covering my body with the creamy excrement, focusing on my torso and buttocks. I smeared, shook, and slapped it, thoroughly soiling myself. Once adequately filthy, I demonstrated my state by spinning around and sitting, prepared to consume my chocolate-covered grapes. I chewed the delectable grapes, displaying my dirty, open mouth and painted tongue. After swallowing the excrement-covered grapes, I exhibited my clean, empty mouth.
Following the consumption of my chocolatey delight, I washed thoroughly, removing the large quantities of excrement, scouring my pussy and anus with a large brush, urinating while standing, and finally, as I dried myself with a towel, I released a loud fart.
Donning a fresh dress, I returned to the chair where I had begun consuming my grapes the previous day. The combination of chocolate-covered grapes and a nice layer of excrement proved irresistible.