Lily was walking down the street, tears streaming down her face. She had just been rejected by her only friends Squidward and Sonic, and she didn't know how to handle it.

As she walked, she passed a pile of feces on the street. She immediately felt a pang of desire in her stomach, and she couldn't stop herself from walking over to it. The pile lay right under one of the lampposts, and was being illuminated as if by a spotlight.

She stood there for a moment, staring at the feces, frozen in thoughts. Part of her knew she should be disgusted by it, but another part of her was drawn to it like a magnet.

It felt like the feces were calling out to her, urging her to give in to her desires. And finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lily took a step forward, ready to give in to her urges.

But just as she was about to take another step, she stopped abruptly. This was exactly how she ended up down here, in the ocean, and now she wants to do it again? No she wasn't going to give in this time.

But just when she was walking away from the feces, she tripped and fell to the ground. And as she fell, she felt a strange pulling sensation, like the feces were trying to drag her into a dark abyss.

She tried to crawl away, but it was no use. She was being pulled inexorably closer to the feces, and she knew that she was powerless to stop it.

She tried to scream for help, but no sound escaped her lips. And then, with a final, desperate struggle, she was sucked into the darkness, swallowed whole by the feces.

When she woke up, she was lying on the street, covered in shit. She looked down at her hands and saw that they were covered in poop, and her face was smeared with it as well.

She was horrified and humiliated, and she couldn't stop the tears from pouring down her face. Gasps left her mouth, trying to take in air between the sobs.

Just then, someone walked by and saw Lily on the ground.

"Are you okay?" the person asked, rushing over to help her.

Lily looked up, tears streaming down her face, and shook her head.

"I-I'm not okay," she stammered, her voice shaking with emotion. "I-I like to eat poop, and I-I don't know how to stop."

The person looked at Lily with a mix of pity and disgust, and then helped her to her feet.

"You need help, Lily," the person said gently. "You can't keep living like this. It's not healthy or normal."

Lily nodded, knowing that the person was right. She needed help, and she needed to change.