As Jade lay in bed, her eyes slowly drifting open to the dim light filtering through her curtains, she felt an unusual fullness between her legs. It was as if she had been violated in her sleep, but there was something different about this sensation; it was both uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time.
She sat up slowly, revealing a massive mound of excrement gathered at the juncture of her thighs. Stunned into silence for a moment, she recoiled in horror, not knowing what could have caused such an enormous amount of shit to accumulate there. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an explanation amidst the chaos.
The clock on her nightstand read seven am; she must have overslept. Maybe she had eaten something that disagreed with her last night, causing such a massive buildup? No, that didn't seem likely—she didn't recall feeling particularly queasy or nauseous. It was also strange that there was no accompanying sound of rumbling from her digestive system this morning.
With trembling hands, Jade pulled the sheets away and swung her legs over the side of the bed. As she stood up, the weight of the fecal pile shifted slightly, causing it to slide down her thighs and form a small puddle on the floor. She stank; it was a combination of rotten eggs and raw sewage that made her gag reflexes kick into overdrive.
Shakily, she made her way to the bathroom, her movements slow and deliberate as though she were wading through a pool of molasses. Once inside, she locked the door behind her and turned on the shower to full blast, letting the hot water wash over her filth-encrusted skin.
As she scrubbed herself clean, trying desperately to forget about the torment she had just endured, an unusual thought crossed her mind: maybe this wasn't so bad after all? It wasn't a pleasant sensation, but there was something thrilling about having such a massive load inside her—like a dirty secret she couldn't keep to herself. She shivered with anticipation at the idea of filling herself up again someday soon.
