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Mr. Honda Takuya walked down the crowded alleyways in Tokyo. He was walking in a tangle of little streets where the buildings were all two stories high, and the upper floors were all dedicated to housing. On the street level, bars and small restaurants jostled each other, and the air was full of the smell of alcohol, tobacco, and grilled meat.
Takuya had come here for a specific reason. Dinner. He had just finished work, it was close to midnight, and he was famished. But the restaurants around him didn’t interest him. He was a man of… sophisticated taste. He turned a corner and went down an even smaller alleyway. At the far end was a tiny building, squeezed between the wine bars and the yakitori shops. He tapped the door with his knuckles.
A peephole opened. A pair of eyes looked at him, but the person beyond the door remained silent. Takuya was a regular and was granted entrance. The door opened and the man bowed.
“Welcome back.”
The otaku went down a twisting maze of halls with doors leading to who-knows-where. Finally, at the end, was a door illuminated by a red light. He went through it and stepped outside into an alley squared in on all four sides by buildings. This was the “backyard” of the surrounding establishments.
A short walk away was an iron door. He grinned to himself and opened the lock. Beyond the door was a stairway going down and he took it, closing the portal behind him.
It was dark, lit by a single naked bulb at the bottom of the stairs, and at the base of the steps was a fancy wooden door that wouldn’t have been out of place in a palace somewhere. He pushed the double doors open and entered.
The hall was lit with a romantic reddish glow. The ceiling glittered as if covered in stars, and the walls were mirrors. A girl in a sparkling black bunny costume stood at a reception desk to one side of the hall. She bowed her head at him and smiled.
She greeted him in Japanese with a very whispery, petite voice:
There was a little sign-in book and a pen on the desk. He picked up the pen and wrote his name. The girl closed the book and bowed, her thin twin bangs swaying from side to side.
“I’ll be right back with our host,” she said.
He sat down on the sofa nearby to wait. The girl turned, and the swallowtails on her bunny girl outfit flipped in a charming manner. She went through another ornate wooden door. It closed, and the room was silent again. Takuya waited for a few minutes.
The door opened and an elderly chap dressed in a tuxedo appeared.
“Ah! Mr. Honda. Welcome!”
His voice was like a snake. The man had a monocle in one eye and a mustache.
The two shook hands. “Welcome! Welcome. Hungry I presume?”
“Famished. They had me working overtime today. I was stuck in that office till eleven.”
“Well, have a nice meal. It will make it all better.” The old man placed his hand over his heart and bowed. He led him inside.
The girl in the bunny outfit had her back against the wall behind the door. She put her arms in front of her and politely bowed her head.
Classy music played in the background. Soft and not too loud. Not jazz exactly. The clinking of silverware and the quiet laughter of the other patrons could occasionally be heard. There was also the sound of something being roasted, but the source of that smell was not visible.
The Host led him to his seat. The restaurant was dimly lit. Candles and roses decorated each table. He sat down and the Host immediately snapped his fingers. On cue, seven beautiful women in skimpy costumes marched out of a doorway veiled by beaded curtains.
Honda’s eyes widened as far as they could upon seeing the parade of lovely servants in their raunchy attire. School girl uniforms, magical girl costumes, one girl wore a skimpy kimono that barely reached her thighs. Another had an extremely short-skirted policewoman’s uniform, complete with a baton. The other was a girl in a red and white cheerleading costume, and next to her was a cat-girl and a girl with a colorful Idol outfit radiating with pizazz.
And the last of them, of course, was a maid.
They lined up, faced the customer, and bowed. Their voices were soft and whispery like the bunny girl’s had been.
“Ooooooooh,” Honda said. He rubbed his hands together in glee. One of the women smiled at him and his eyes were glued to the sight.
The host gave him a menu. It included various meals: soups, rice dishes, and Western-style main courses. The thing was, each meal was prepared with a very special ingredient.
The girls’ scat!!
Yes, the hidden restaurant that Honda had found catered to a very particular clientele. One with a taste for the shit of lovely ladies.
The Host stood up straight and backed up, majestically holding out his arm to present them.
“Pick as many of them as you want, my friend. Then choose what meal you want made of their delicious ingredients,” he said.
One of the cooks walked in, carting in bowls. He was clad in a white chef’s outfit with a droopy hat covering most of gorukle escort his face. He stopped next to the girls and stood up straight awaiting his orders.
Honda was excited. He looked down the line of girls. It was hard to pick. They were all gorgeous and their clothing was perfect. He picked the girl in the sexy schoolgirl’s outfit first.
The Host snapped his fingers. “Reiko. You’re up.”
The pretty orange-haired girl stepped forward. Her pleated skirt was really short, showing off her long legs. Her braided pigtails hanging down her shoulders bounced as she moved. She bowed her head.
“Konichiwaaa, Master,” she cooed sweetly. She was adorable. “I am Reiko. What would you like, sir?” Her smile was innocent, and she was blushing a bit, which was a cute touch.
Honda looked down the menu. There was so much to choose from. He decided on a stew and pointed at the item on the list.
“Make her scat into a beef stew, please,” he ordered.
The Host wrote it down and bowed, smiling.
The cook picked up a bowl from the cart and approached Reiko. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, making her braids fly. He bent her forward slightly. She placed both her hands on the wall and lifted her butt. With a quick movement, the chef hiked her little plaid skirt and exposed her ass to the open air. White cotton panties were stretched tightly across her buttocks.
She giggled and slowly swayed her hips from side to side. The Host approached her next and took out a pocket knife from his jacket. He flicked the blade open, and the girl’s eyes widened in excitement.
The Host slipped the edge of the knife under the waistband of the white garment, and the girl gasped. He teased her, moving the sharp edge up and down the fabric, pressing the metal against her warm, soft flesh. Then, suddenly, he yanked the blade and the cloth parted in a clean tear. The girl squealed in surprise. The Host yanked her ruined panties free and held them in his hand. He handed them to Honda.
“Here. You’ll be needing a napkin, after all,” the Host chuckled.
Honda chuckled back. He was going to use her underwear to wipe his mouth. He started ripping the tough elastic band in the process so that only the rest of the cloth was left. It was still warm from her body heat and perfumed with the scent of her privates.
Meanwhile, the cook held the bowl directly underneath Reiko’s ass and the girl let go of a deep breath, relaxing her entire lower body and preparing her anus to push.
Her cute pink butthole flexed open, and a brown tip peeked from inside her. A large, fat log of her shit began to squeeze its way out. It was dark and moist, stretching her anus wide open. It finally popped out and splashed loudly in the bottom of the bowl. She moaned and pushed another one. It lazily hung there, swaying from side to side before it broke off and plopped in the bowl.
Reiko looked at the host and shook her head, signaling that she was done. The Cook lowered the bowl and showed its contents to the customer, and Honda nodded, satisfied with the deposit.
The cook set the filled bowl on the cart and stepped back. It was time for a second dish. The client had to pick a new girl. This time, Honda selected the maid. The black and white frilly dress was just too sexy.
She walked up, bowed, and said: “Konichiwa, Master. I’m Akina. How may I serve you tonight?”
Honda winked at her and looked through the menu.
“Hmmm,” his eyes scanned the appetizers, soups, entrees, and desserts, trying to decide how to make use of the beauty’s excrement. He saw an item: her shit served with rice. Perfect. He would order that.
The Host snapped his fingers and the chef took Akina gently by the arm and led her to the spot where the Reiko had relieved herself. He spun her around and pushed her against the wall, commanding her to put her hands against it. He smacked her ass for good measure, and lifted her skirt, bunching it at the small of her back. He revealed her frilly white panties and pulled those down to her thighs, exposing her bare ass to the customer. Then he knelt behind her. He positioned the bowl under her butt.
Akina shifted her weight from one leg to the other and spread her feet apart. Her face contorted in a grimace and her lips pressed together in a thin line. Suddenly, the maid relaxed and her asshole dilated. A thick, sausage-like mass of feces began to push its way out of her rectum. The brown, glistening log came out, curling around itself, and falling in the container below in a series of soft thuds.
The cook asked her if she had any more. She only responded with another scrunch of her eyebrows and pushed hard. The cook swatted her ass and she moaned, pushing even harder. A long, brown turd came out of her anus and fell into the bowl with a splatter. “More?” he asked.
She responded with a whine and another long, soft turd came out. After it plopped into the bowl, her anus closed and she sighed in relief. She shook her head, signaling she was done. bursa görükle escort The cook showed the bowl to the client, who was very happy with the result. When he got Hondas’ approval, the cook bowed. He spanked the maid, telling her to pull her panties back up and resume her position in the line. He carried her feces-filled bowl and placed it on the cart. As she rustled her skirts back into place, the chef wrote her name on a card and pinned it on the bowl.
“Would you like another girl?” the Host asked.
Honda nodded. He had a big appetite today and three seemed about right. His stomach rumbled in hunger, so he chose the next one quickly.
He scanned down the line and chose the Idol. That bright and colorful costume was calling to him. Pink and blue and yellow. A ruffled rainbow miniskirt, long, laced stockings, and knee-high boots. Her hair was in two high ponytails, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous light.
She cheered as music from an unknown source played. Her voice was incredibly loud and bubbly. She introduced herself, jumping up and down and doing a quick choreography.
“Hiiiiii!!! My name is Hime. Let’s dance!!”
Her skirt flew up and down. Honda clapped, getting in on the action. She was a lot of fun, and soon enough the whole room was cheering.
“What would you like my cook to prepare with her delicious ingredients, sir?” The Host asked.
Honda raised his menu in the air and peered down the sandwich section. Ah yes, there was one. A triple-decker with cheese, bacon, lettuce, and tomato. He pointed at it and the host noted it down.
“And another?”
“No, that’s all, thank you,” the customer replied. “Any more and I’ll probably burst.”
The Host laughed and snapped his fingers again, and the cook went to work. Hime kept dancing around testing the cook’s patience. He got behind her and grabbed her by the hips, stopping her in mid-spin. He held her still and lifted her skirt. He raised his big hand and slapped her ass hard. She squealed and jumped. “Aiyeee!”
He put his hand on the small of her back and forced her to bend over. Her rainbow skirt bloomed open, and her panty-covered butt was on full display. She was wearing baby blue panties with glittering stars in them.
Hime was a very energetic girl, and she started wiggling her hips and shaking her bottom, teasing the client and the host.
“Oh, my!” Honda exclaimed, leaning forward and staring at the girl’s bouncing butt, his eyes wide.
The cook shook his head and spanked her again. Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid the garment down to her thighs. Her butt was polished with a lotion full of glitter, making her skin sparkle in the light of the candles.
“Stop teasing the customer!” the cook commanded and furiously slapped her cheeks.
Hime was a bit of a brat, though. She stuck her tongue out at the cook and kept wiggling her butt, and the cook had had enough of that. He waddled to his cart and took out a wooden spoon. Muttering something furiously, he went back to the idol and smacked her ass with it.
The sound of the wooden tool hitting her skin echoed in the dining room. “Ass up!” he commanded.
Hime pouted but did as she was told. She stopped dancing, stuck her butt out. It wagged from left to right as she shifted her feet on the tiled floor. The cook proceeded to smack her butt again and again until she stood still.
“Now, let’s get this done, girl! Push!”
The idol made a cute little pouty face and closed her eyes. She concentrated on her anus and pushed. A wet, long turd came out, coiling in the bowl. She sighed. The turd was dark brown. There was a stain of glitter on the surface.
“More,” the cook ordered. He smacked her ass with the spoon and Hime squeaked, squeezing her buttcheeks together. She pushed, and a second, equally wet and brown turd plopped in the bowl, splattering her first one. Honda’s mouth watered, looking at how thick and chunky they were. They had lots of cracks and creases on their surface and were very solid. He couldn’t wait to eat them.
“More!” the cook commanded. He swung the spoon and it landed on Hime’s butt. The girl gasped and squeezed her buttcheeks together in pain. A rosy blush spread where the wood had landed. He swung again, and the girl cried out.
“You’d better make more!” the cook told her angrily.
He pressed the head of the spoon between her cheeks and tapped it teasingly against her glittery cheeks. Hime whined something out in protest, but her voice was too squeaky for anyone to understand. But she opened her cheeks obediently and pushed some more. Her anus stretched as far as it was able and a whooper-sized piece of shit fell from her. It thudded loudly in the bowl, falling heavily on top of her earlier ones. The log shifted around as though alive from the newly added weight and the dish became full almost to the brim.
Hime pouted and shook her head. No more shit. She was done, and she didn’t want to be hit with the spoon again.
“You can go. Tell Mr. Honda how sorry you are for messing with his meal.”
The idol pulled her panties back on and waltzed over to where the customer sat. She bowed and said: “Kanidoko wa shitsurei shimashita.” She turned around and stuck her reddened ass out, presenting it to Honda in apology.
“That’s okay, Miss Hime,” he said cheerily. He lifted her skirt and used his hands to position the cute little ass in front of his face. He leaned in and gave it a kiss to make it better.
She stood straight up and hopped away. “Arigatou! Arigatou!”
The Host laughed. The chef placed Hime’s bowl next to the others and labeled it accordingly. The other girls bowed and left, returning to their room behind the beaded doorway. Hime, the maid, and Reiko were forced to stay and witness what would happen next to their contributions.
Moments later, the cook’s assistant rolled out a big portable cooking station and placed each bowl on it. The cook got behind the station and rubbed his hands together, ready to prepare the dishes that would be fed to the client.
“First, the soup.”
Reiko giggled bashfully, hiding her smile with her fingertips and looking at the floor.
The cook shooed his assistant away and worked his culinary magic. A pot already filled with bubbling broth with noodles, diced carrots, and onions was heated in a burner. He picked up tongs and grabbed hold of a piece of Reiko’s scat. He held it up to display it for everyone to see.
Reiko snickered to hide her bashfulness. After all, that was her shit. And the cook was about to cook it. She bit her lip anxiously.
The cook lifted the lid off a pot already simmering over low heat. Steam and the smell of spices and chicken broth filled the room. Using the tongs, he unceremoniously dropped the girl’s soft stool inside. Plop! It made a satisfying sound as it sank below the simmering surface. Seconds later, it came up again and floated on its side. Bits of carrot and some herbs were stuck to it.
Then one by one the cook added the rest of Reiko’s turds into the broth. Then he turned the dial up, raising the heat. Soon enough the concoction began bubbling and boiling merrily away, cooking Reiko’s delicious ingredients perfectly. He stirred the mix with a ladle and the turds spun around lazily within. He opened a compartment in the station, revealing a spice rack, and took out a jar containing some exotic powder. With a swift hand movement, he sprinkled some into the pot.
Reiko hunched her shoulders shyly and smiled to herself while he cooked her shit. The other models giggled at the sight, some covering their mouths in mock embarrassment.
The cook then added sugar, salt, and a dash of chili pepper to the soup, giving the brown chunks of excrement a zesty flavor. He then picked up a green onion and held it directly over the pot. As the long stalk dangled perilously close to the steaming surface of the concoction, he picked up a cleaver and masterfully sliced the vegetable into thin pieces, making the fresh bits fall directly into the soup. Some landed on the boiled dung and clung to them.
A wonderful aroma permeated the dining area. Finally, the model’s feces turned from earthy tan to a dark caramel color, and he decided it was ready to serve. With the ladle, he served some broth, noodles, and vegetables into a deep bowl, and using a slotted spoon he transferred three lumps of Reiko’s steaming poop onto the plate. They glistened under the kitchen light in an appetizing fashion, covered in droplets of broth and topped with diced vegetables and a sprinkle of hot peppers.
Honda’s mouth watered at the sight of the dish. The smell of it was too good to resist. The cook passed the dish to his assistant, who carried it ceremoniously on a tray to the waiting client, kneeling down as he handed it over. Reiko smiled broadly as she watched Honda assemble his cutlery. He had to eat the dish fast before it lost its temperature.
One of Reiko’s logs poked out over the edge of the bowl. It looked like a brown roll with little green flecks. The others broke apart during cooking, but this one kept its shape. It was floating on top of the warm broth. He would eat that one first. It was still big, so using the edge of his spoon, he sliced off one end and fished it out. A trail of broth dribbled back into the bowl. His guests stared on in anticipation as he raised his spoon to his lips and placed it gingerly between them. There were bits of sweet onion on its surface. He slurped, making a loud sucking sound, and it slid down into his mouth.
Reiko peered from behind her glittering fingernails, embarrassed and expectant at the same time. She saw Honda’s mouth move in an up-and-down chewing motion.
“Mmmmmm!” Honda exclaimed, his eyes almost rolling back into his head. The taste was unbelievable, like nothing he’d ever eaten before. Reiko let out a timid gasp as he cut another slice of her hard log. He scooped up more of her turd and a long string of chewy noodles hung from it. He brought it up to his mouth and slurped the noodle in. He bobbed his head, approving of the flavor. He found a hardboiled quail egg floating among the vegetables and cut it in half. Then he scooped it and a chunk of Reiko’s turd in it, and ate them both with one spoonful.
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