Abigail Dupree had been trying to take a dump for four long, torturous days. Her belly was bloated and uncomfortable, and it felt as if she was carrying a bowling ball in her gut. Every time she went to the bathroom, all she managed to squeeze out was a tiny, disappointing pebble of feces that just dropped into the water.
"Argh, this is so frustrating!" she groaned, massaging her swollen tummy. She'd never had such a hard time going to the bathroom in her life. She tried laxatives, stool softeners, even drinking gallons of water, but nothing seemed to help. The thought of that huge mass of solid waste in her intestines made her feel queasy.
Finally, on the verge of desperation, she remembered reading about enemas being used to treat constipation online. She'd never tried one before but decided it was worth a shot. After grabbing the necessary supplies from the drugstore, she returned home and set up everything in her bathroom.
The enema kit looked intimidating at first, but Abigail carefully followed the instructions. She lubed up her poor, aching rear end and inserted the nozzle slowly, wincing as it pressed against her insides. Once the water was inside her, she held it for a few minutes before releasing it, feeling a wave of relief as her body emptied itself a bit more.
But the sensation soon turned into an urge to poop. She raced to the toilet, eager to see if the enema had done its job. Alas, there was still no poop. Disheartened but not defeated, she decided to try something risky: she inserted a tiny string of anal beads into her anus.
Her heart raced as she gripped the beads with her muscles, pulling them in and out slowly. It felt incredibly taboo and erotic at the same time. She continued for a few minutes before yanking them out, surprised to see smeared layers of poop on them.
"Wow," she murmured, feeling both disgusted and aroused by the sight. She bit her lower lip nervously and grabbed a fresh string of beads, pushing them further in this time. As she pulled them out, she could feel the warm, soft poop around them, coating the shiny beads with its slimy texture.
The process continued like this for some time, each pull revealing more and more of the stubborn turd. Abigail's breath came harder and faster as she worked up a sweat, her fingers deftly switching between the anal beads and smearing the thick mess across her pale, quivering bottom cheeks.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to push the last of the beads out and looked down, expecting to see the massive turd she'd been holding onto for days. But all that greeted her was a small nugget of dark brown feces. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed it between her fingers and slowly started to squeeze it out.
It didn't take long for the dam to break – a warm cascade of shit poured out of her, filling the bowl and filling her with a sense of relief. As she watched it swirl around, she couldn't help but smile. It may have been disgusting, but it was also somehow satisfying.
After cleaning up, she looked down at her now-brown legs covered in smears of feces. "What have I done?" she giggled, feeling both naughty and dirty. She spread her legs wider, enjoying the feeling of her own shit coating her skin. She licked her finger naughtily and then dabbed it onto her mound of Venus, wondering what else she could do with this newfound messy passion.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. She scooped up some of the soiled water from the toilet and picked up a hand towel. She dabbed it against her soapy tummy, smearing the warm water mixed with feces over her body. She rubbed it into her skin, enjoying the sudden warmth and the sticky texture.
Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in a while. She grabbed a banana from the kitchen and peeled it, her fingers smudged with poop. As she took a bite, she moaned softly, still not able to believe what she'd just done. But it was too late now – she was hooked on the erotic thrill of it all.
As she finished the banana, she moved on to her bed, burying herself up to her elbows in crumpled sheets. Abigail
grunted and groaned, rubbing her feces into various parts of her body. The turd smell filled the room, mixing with the scent of dirt and sex. She finally lay back, spreading her legs wide, letting her messy self-paint dry in the breeze. It was messy, it was filthy, but it was the most liberating experience of her life.
