"Mmmm?" the shit says sounding distracted "Feels yummy, I'm so warm and... squishy. What did you turn me into anyway dad?"
I hold up a small mirror letting her get a good look at herself, I expect her to be angry or upset but instead she giggles.
"Oooh, I'm a pile of shit then. Who would have thought that could feel so nice?" she chuckles not seeming at all bothered by her current form "I knew you'd come up with something interesting for me dad but this is really unique."
"So uh, shall I change you back?" I ask wondering how I managed to raise a daughter that enjoys being excrement.
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