Natalia Kapretti, my beautiful and irresistible BBW girlfriend, had been away for quite a while. During our time apart, I had missed her dearly, craving for the intimate moments we shared and the sight of her voluptuous figure. Little did I know that she had returned with something even more enchanting - a never-ending flow of diarrhea from her tight, round ass.
The moment she stepped through the door, I could smell it. A nauseating mix of stale feces and raw sewage wafted towards me, making my stomach churn. But as I reached out to embrace her, my heart pounded in anticipation. She looked gorgeous, her ample breasts heaving under her tight top, her plump thighs rubbing against each other. She smiled warmly at me, unaware of the mess she was about to create.
As soon as she sat down, the dreaded first sign appeared - a tiny twitch in her large, juicy ass cheeks. Within seconds, it turned into a violent shaking, and out of her asshole flew a massive stream of liquid diarrhea. I watched in awe as it hit the ground, splattering against her plush carpet and spreading like wildfire. The smell was overwhelming, yet I couldn't bring myself to look away.
"Baby, are you okay?" I asked, my voice quivering with concern.
She didn't answer, too busy pushing out another torrent of runny shit. This one was even bigger than the first, dripping off her juicy ass cheeks and forming puddles around her feet. I couldn't believe my eyes - or nose, for that matter. The stench was unbearable, but I couldn't look away from the mesmerizing spectacle unfolding before me.
"Natalia," I gasped, "we need to clean this up."
She didn't respond, her focus entirely on emptying her overflowing bowels. One after another, wave after wave of liquid diarrhea gushed from her ass, coating the floor with a thick, putrid layer of filth. It was like watching a never-ending waterfall of human waste.
And yet, there was something strangely arousing about it. Despite the disgusting smell and the mess we were making, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I mean, how many people could say they'd witnessed their girlfriend shitting like a river? It was both horrifying and exhilarating.
As the diarrhea finally slowed to a trickle, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. It was an exceptional show, but it couldn't go on forever. I wondered what we would do about the piles of feces covering the floor. Would we clean it up together? Or would I have to face that task alone?
But before I could even begin to consider those questions, Natalia let out a gargantuan fart that nearly knocked me off my feet. A thick cloud of toxic gas wafted towards me, making my eyes water and my stomach churn. She grinned at me, seemingly unaware of the damage she was inflicting.
"I think there's more where that came from," she said, her voice a husky whisper.
And with that, the cycle began anew.
