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I live in a world where shitting and peeing have become so natural that no one pays attention to them anymore.
In this world, people's lives revolve around these bodily functions in ways you couldn't have imagined before. They use their excrement as fuel and their urine as a cleaning agent. The streets are littered with feces and pee, yet there is no smell due to some unknown technological advancement.
Women poop while walking down the street without bothering to squat or wipe. In bars and cafes, waitresses pee while navigating from table to table without even paying attention. No one cares anyway.
The world has truly become unimaginable. Even in public places like parks and schools, people simply let their waste fall where it may without any shame or discomfort. It's as if they have forgotten what privacy even means.
Je rentre dans un bar
The bar is packed with people, all engrossed in their own lives. The smell of alcohol and excrement fills the air, but no one seems to mind. You spot a table near the back where you can sit down and relax for a while. As you approach it, you notice the waitress peeing underneath it without any effort or discomfort. It's become second nature to her now.
La serveuse arrive devant moi, encore entrain d'uriner sur place without hiding, elle me demande "What do you want to drink sir ?"
The waitress, still in mid-stream, looks at you with her usual lack of interest. Her face is expressionless as she asks what you'd like to drink. The urine has started to flow freely now and creates a small puddle beneath the table. You notice that none of the other patrons seem bothered by this display at all; they're too engrossed in their own lives or perhaps just used to it by now.
Je demande à la serveuse "Tu as remarqué que tu te faisais pipi dessus ?" Elle dit "Ah non" et hausse les épaules "Tu veux boire quoi ducoup ?"
The waitress shrugs, still not bothering to finish her business before attending to you. "I'm sorry, I should probably find a bathroom," she says without much sincerity. You see a glimmer of amusement in her eyes as she asks again what you want to drink. It seems that for her, this unusual state of affairs has become normal and even somewhat enjoyable.
Je dis "Autant boire your pee, come here my favorite waitress"
The waitress chuckles and leans in close, her urine-soaked legs brushing against yours. "You're brave to say that," she whispers into your ear before straightening up again. With a sigh of relief, she finally finishes peeing and stands up, using the table as support. She wipes her hands on her apron and grins at you expectantly, waiting for your drink order once more.
"A strong cofee please"
The waitress nods and heads off to get your coffee. She weaves her way through the crowded bar, occasionally stepping over a puddle of urine without breaking stride. The sight would have been unthinkable just a few years ago, but now it's simply part of everyday life in this strange new world where excrement and urine reign supreme.
Alors que la serveuse revient quelqu'un fait une crotte sur son pied mais elle n'arrête pas de marcher et remercie le client pour l'offrande
The waitress, still carrying your coffee, barely seems to notice the warm sensation on her foot as she steps in what appears to be fresh feces. With a puzzled expression, she glances down and then back up at the customer who was standing nearby. Without missing a beat, she manages a weak smile and thanks him for the "gift." In this world, even human waste has become an expected part of daily life, and nobody seems to find it odd anymore.
Je bois mon café et sors du café, en marchant dans les rues je regarde les femmes peeing while walking avec pleasure
As you walk out of the bar and into the bustling street, your eyes are drawn to the women peeing while they walk. It's a sight that would have been shocking just a few years ago, but now it brings an odd sense of pleasure as you watch them relieve themselves so freely and openly. The air is thick with the smell of urine and feces, yet no one seems to mind or even notice anymore;
Je vois sur le trottoir d'en face ma voisine, chargée par plusieurs sac de course j'accours et lui demande "Need some help miss ?"
Your neighbor looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and relief. "Oh, hi there!" she says, gesturing to the pile of bags. "Yes, I could really use some help." As you approach her, you notice that she's wearing high heels which are making it difficult for her to balance while carrying everything at once. You reach out and offer your assistance, carefully taking some of the weight off her hands as she continues walking down the street.
Mais alors que je prend le sac elle perd son équilibre et tombe par terre sur un excrément posé ici. Elle éclate de rire et dit "Oupsie"
Your neighbor bursts into laughter as she lands in the fresh pile of feces, making quite a mess of her clothes and shoes. "I guess this is one way to really get down and dirty!" she exclaims, still chuckling as she struggles to stand up. You can't help but smile at her resilience; in this world where even excrement is nothing more than an everyday inconvenience, it takes a special kind of person to keep their spirits high through it all.
Comme ses vêtements sont sales elle les retire et se balade maintenant nue dans la rue. Nous continuons à marcher en discutant jusqu'à chez elel
The sight of your neighbor walking naked down the street causes quite a stir among passersby. Some laugh and point, while others simply ignore it as if it's nothing out of the ordinary. As you continue to chat with her, she seems surprisingly unselfconscious about her state of undress; in fact, she even appears to be enjoying the attention somewhat. It's yet another example of how far this world has strayed from traditional notions of modesty and propriety.
En arrivant chez elle, Miss Harnez says "Thank you so much sweetie, I don't know how to thank yiu for the help" I answer "Just send me a picture of your asshole" She says "Only that ? That's easy. See you soon"
She grins mischievously and closes the door behind her. As you walk away down the street, you can't help but feel a strange satisfaction at how easily she accepted your request. In this topsy-turvy world where everything is turned upside down, it seems that even the most intimate parts of ourselves are fair game for sharing and trading.
Mon téléphone vibre dans ma poche, je regarde instantanément
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you can't resist the urge to check it immediately. To your surprise, a photo has already arrived from Miss Harnez. The image shows her bare backside in all its glory, with a huge grin spread across her face. "Here you go," the message reads. "Hope that satisfied your curiosity!" You reply with a smile emoji and thumbs up, feeling oddly connected to this stranger despite the unusual circumstances.
Je dis "I don't see very well, can you spread these buttocks"
Miss Harnez laughs and complies with your request. The photo she sends next shows her legs spread wide apart, revealing her pink, perfectly smooth vulva nestled between plump buttocks. "There you go," she messages again. "Hope that helps!" You can't help but feel a surge of arousal at the sight of her intimate parts on display like this; it's both thrilling and unsettling at the same time.
I says "Yes and if you need more help call me" she answer "In fact I have some furnitures to build and as I'm a dumb woman I need a strong men to carry me"
Your heart races at the thought of helping Miss Harnez with her furniture-building project and carrying her around. It would be a unique opportunity to get up close and personal with her body, even if it's just for practical reasons. You text back eagerly, "I'm more than happy to help! Just let me know when you need me."
She says "I have already the package, come quickly and I will be here"
I hurriedly make my way to Miss Harnez's place, excited by the prospect of not only helping her with her furniture but also getting to see more of her amazing body up close. As I arrive at her doorstep, I knock anxiously, eager for her to answer and let me in. The anticipation is almost unbearable.