Ice Cream Shop
by maddog4056

I know this will sound crazy but I have a friend named Heather who is a student and works in a small ice cream shop. She is a good worker and the owners feel comfortable leaving her alone in there during slow hours of the day, like right before closing. Well, Heather is a bit of a freak. She has been shitting into the ice cream mixer and quite a few people have been served shitty ice cream. Talk about soft serve. I have been there to see a few of the costumers taste her shit-ice cream mix and they weren’t able to eat it. A few of them complained but Heather doesn’t give out any freebies like a ice cream bar or something on the house, she makes them deal with it. She says she just works there.
There is one guy I noticed that when he ate the shit cream he kind of dug it and finished the entire cone. He has been back since and Heather often serves him her shit. Sometimes she says things to him with double meanings, like “enjoy that shit”, but he doesn’t get it. He just thinks she is talking about the ice cream, and in a way she is. Last time I talked with Heather she told me that since then that dude has been back almost every night for the last few weeks, ordering the same thing every time, and that she plans on serving him a cone full of shit, without any ice cream mixed into it. I’ve asked her why she does it. She always says that she likes the thought of people eating her shit, and that it is sort of a turn on. How? I don’t know. But she gets off on it.

*One week later*

I talked with Heather again today. She told me that that guy Sam, the one who shows up all the time, was back again last night. She had a special cone prepared for him. This time it wasn’t disguised as ice cream, she simply shit into a cone and it clearly looked like shit - and smelled like shit. When she gave the cone to Sam he stood there in front of her and ate the whole thing. He acted like it was delicious. She couldn’t understand it. I asked her if she thought he knew what it was and she said she couldn’t really tell, and that he is either really stupid or he doesn’t have any taste buds left on his tongue. It’s weird. Heather has been progressing to the point where she really wants somebody to willingly eat her shit on a consistent basis. It’s only a matter of time before she asks me to do so, but there is no way. I wouldn’t do that.

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Part Two

Heather had been wanting me to try her shit-cream for a while, to get my perspective on how it tastes. She was always asking me to try it - partly because she wants to know if that guy Sam can taste her shit in it, but mostly because she wants to con me into eating her shit. I always told her no, but one day that all changed. I was at the ice cream shop paying for my order when I set my cell phone down on the counter in order to go through my pockets for some money, when Heather snatched it and started looking through my texts. I was helpless, she was behind the counter and I couldn’t get in. At first she teased me saying, “Lets see who’s in here?”, but soon she got serious when she read texts that gave away my secret - I was the guy who stole the TV out of the AV room at our college. After forwarding all my texts to her phone that had me bragging about the incident (who wouldn‘t, that took a lot of planning and ninja-like stealth too pull off), Heather fixed me a shit-cone out of the soft serve ice cream machine and handed it to me saying that If I didn’t eat the whole thing she was going to turn me in to the college and get me thrown out of school. I had no choice. I started by giving the shit-cream a lick - it tasted horrible! Heather laughed at my expression my face involuntarily warped into, and told me to keep licking.
It took about a half hour, but I finished that thing. When I was done I told her that that guy Sam clearly had to know he was eating her shit. There was no doubt about it. I thought that that information would make Heather happy, for she finally had someone who she knew was willingly eating her shit, and on a small level it did. But On the larger level, Heather had other plans. After seeing how upset I got while eating her shit-mix ice cream, she thought it would be much more enjoyable to see people eat it unwillingly. She told me to be back tomorrow night for another helping, or else. I’m in one hell of a predicament. What should I do?