My Special Meal ( Toy Chica x Reader ) ( Piss and Shit )

Chapter 2 - Sausage Pizza

     "So?" inquired Chica. "What's your order?" 

     You were too focused on her curvy body to worry about your order, so you instinctively went with the usual - a single serve sausage pizza. A flirty giggle escapes her lips. 

     "One single serve sausage pizza, on it's way!" She leans over and whispers with a wink, "I think you'll enjoy this one." Your palms sweat as she turns and walks away. The immense arousal you feel from observing her perky round ass is overwhelming. 

     You pull out your phone and open twitter, knowing the waits at Freddy's are pretty long. Five minutes pass. Ten minutes pass. The wait begins to get excruciating at 20 minutes, when your imagination becomes active. What did Chica's words mean? What will be so special about the sausage pizza? Whatever the answer, you were more than excited to chow down. 

     "Pizza's here, sweetheart," coos Chica, awakening you from your wandering thoughts. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the sound of her seductive voice. The two of you make direct eye contact before she winks and walks off without a word. You temporarily forget about the food in front of you as the image of Chica's blue eyes lingers in your mind. 

    The pungent and peculiar smell brings you back to the present. Something wasn't right about this pizza - it smelled as if it were rotting. You knew this wasn't the case however, as Chica had prepared it just for you. 

     Naughty thoughts whirred around in your mind as you picked up the first slice. Observing it, you notice the sausage is lighter in color than usual and seems to have doubled in size. You feel the blood rushing to your face. "how romantic - Chica knows I love sausage so she added more." The putrid scent invades your nostrils as you lift the steaming slice to your mouth, but you trust in Chica's culinary skills. Your mouth feels warm as you clamp down on the first bite. The flavor of sweet tomato sauce and creamy cheese covers your taste buds before you chew up a chunk of sausage. You immediately notice the incredibly soft texture. The peculiar sausage easily breaks apart and floods your mouth. 

     Then a horrifically sour flavor infects your tongue! You instinctively spit out the suspicious sausage and wipe your mouth out with a napkin. Breathing deeply, the flavor still lingering on your lips, you calm down and contemplate the situation. I'm certain this isn't sausage, you think. What substitute could Chica have used?  Your eyes dart around the restaurant for any sign of that bright yellow body, but to no prevail. 

     The answer hits you like a truck as you gaze back down at the pizza. It was her feces. Chica shitted on your pizza. The scent gains a new reputation - it is spicy and exciting rather than putrid. You grab several chunks of the shit sausage, unable to keep your hands to yourself. Lust drives you to become an animal. Brown stains quickly cover your chin, shirt, and fingers as you shovel her waste down your throat. The smooth texture easily slides down your esophagus and fills your stomach with warmth. Arousal rises within you as you gulp down the last few chunks.

 Oh the things you would like that chicken robot to do to you~

To be continued?

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