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As the party drew to a close and the guests began to depart, Lana found herself alone in the kitchen with her best friend. It had been a night filled with laughter, dancing, and an abundance of rich food - none of which had agreed with her sensitive digestive system. Her stomach churned uncomfortably as she confessed to her friend that she needed to use the bathroom, but there was something else on her mind too.

Lana had always been fascinated by the idea of being covered in someone else's feces - the smell, the texture, and the taboo nature of it all. She had never acted upon these desires before, but tonight, under the influence of alcohol and her intense curiosity, she found herself proposing an unconventional birthday present to her friend.

She suggested that instead of going through the typical motions of cleaning up after herself, they should take turns shitting on each other's faces. At first, her friend was appalled, but as the idea took hold, she began to see the twisted appeal of it. They locked the doors, turned off the lights, and began uncoiling their intestines into the dark, dingy bowl of the toilet.

Lana grasped the edges of the cold porcelain seat as she lowered herself onto the toilet, her heart racing in anticipation. She spread her legs wide, opening herself up to her friend's impending defilement. The warm gush of feces hit her face like a slap, splattering her makeup and mixing with her tears. She couldn't help but moan as the putrid filth filled her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste every morsel of shit that coated her lips.

Her friend took her turn next, begging Lana to shit on her face as she lowered herself onto the floor. With a grimy hand, Lana tore off her panties and smeared the steaming pile of shit all over her friend's face, watching with darkened lust as her friend whimpered in ecstasy beneath her. The girls continued to take turns, each one pushing the other's boundaries further and further, until they collapsed in heaps of soiled clothes, their bodies spent and their minds reeling from the taboo thrill they had just experienced.

As the night wore on, Lana found herself unable to forget the taste of her own feces. It lingered on her tongue, a sickly sweet reminder of the depravity she had just explored. And yet, she knew that she would do it again, even if it meant losing her best friend or tarnishing their bond forever. For Lana, the allure of shit was simply too strong to resist.