Bastienne couldn't believe how much she loved these shorts. They were like a second skin, hugging her curves in all the right places. As she strutted down the street, feeling confident and sexy, she suddenly felt a twinge in her stomach. It was nothing serious, just a gentle reminder that she hadn't used the bathroom in a while.
"I love these shorts," she thought to herself, "but damn, they're starting to squeeze the life out of me." She wondered if maybe she should find a quiet spot somewhere to adjust herself, but before she could even begin to look, her stomach gave another, more insistent rumble.
"Ahhh, fuck it," Bastienne muttered under her breath, reaching behind her and slowly pulling her shorts down. "I need some relief." As she released her bowels, letting out a long, satisfied sigh, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders.
As she finished up, Bastienne let out a small giggle. "I guess that's one way to make my shorts fit like a glove," she said to herself. She threw her head back and breathed in deeply, savoring the feeling of emptiness in her stomach.
Feeling much better now, Bastienne reached down and gave her shorts a little tug, admiring how they snugly hugged her now-smooth behind. "Alright," she thought, "let's see if I can turn any heads with this look."
Walking down the sidewalk once more, Bastienne couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of power. Every step she took felt deliberate, sexy, and confident. She was certainly turning heads now, and she loved every second of it. As she reached the end of the block, she saw a group of guys gathered around a car, ogling something in the distance.
Curious, Bastienne made her way over to them, trying to get a glimpse of what had captured their attention. As she drew closer, she saw it - a massive pile of fresh, steaming animal feces. Without thinking, Bastienne let out a loud laugh, followed by a hearty "Wow, just look at that thing!"
The guys turned towards her, their eyes wide with surprise. "What's so funny?" one of them asked. Bastienne just shrugged, giving them a sultry smile. "Oh, nothing," she said, a twinkle in her eye. "I just remembered I left my house without my reading glasses."
As the guys chuckled along with her, Bastienne couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. She loved seeing their reactions, feeling their eyes on her, and knowing that she had control over them. And even though she knew things would never be exactly the same after what she had just done, she couldn't help but feel a small part of her was hoping they wouldn't.
Bastienne made her way back home, feeling more alive than she had in years. She couldn't wait to see what other adventures the future held for her, and she knew that no matter what, she would always remember the day she made these shorts fit like a glove - by making a little room for herself first.
