Abigail Dupree was a woman who found pleasure in the most unusual of places - her own feces. She loved the way it smelled, the feel of it inside her, and the way it made her body ache for release. With a full stomach and an empty mind, she made her way to the bathroom, the anticipation building inside her.
She sat down on the toilet, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She was wearing lacy black lingerie, leaving little to the imagination about the curves that lay beneath. As she bent forward, her ass cheeks parted slightly, offering a teasing glimpse of what lay ahead. With one swift push, a thick log of human waste tumbled out of her tight little anus. The sound of it splashing into the toilet bowl was music to her ears.
Abigail could feel herself getting wet between her legs as she reached back and spread her cheeks wide open, giving everyone a clear view of her gaping rectum. Her prolapse was impressive, nearly filling the entire tube with fat turds that looked like they belonged to a baby. She moaned loudly at the sight of it all, her body trembling with desire.
With nimble fingers, she began to dig around in the gooey mess, scooping up pieces of poop and smearing them all over her body. She rubbed it between her tits, making sure to get some in her cleavage. She spread it over her stomach and across her thighs, even licking her fingers clean when she ran out of places to put it.
The stench was overwhelming, but it only served to fuel her passion. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, the anticipation of an orgasm building with each passing moment. She let out another moan as she felt a fresh wave of pleasure wash over her. Another turd dropped out of her soiled asshole, this one landing right on the floor of the tub.
Without hesitation, Abigail reached down and pulled it apart with her fingers, lapping up the thick, gooey liquid like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. She squealed in delight as she played in the muck, relishing every moment of her filthy indulgence.
Finally, sated and covered in her own filth, Abigail collapsed onto the floor of the tub, her body exhausted from the intense pleasure she'd just experienced. She panted heavily, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath. She felt used and dirty, but also totally satisfied in a way that she'd never experienced before.
As she lay there, contemplating the mess around her, she couldn't help but wonder if anyone would ever understand the depths of her desire. It didn't matter, really. She knew she'd always come back to this place, to her dirty little secret, because it was the only thing that truly brought her joy.
