It was the witching hour of the night, that time when even the deepest sleepers stirred in their beds. Melissa was not immune to this; she too woke up with a start, her eyes fluttering open in confusion. She glanced around the darkened room, trying to gather her bearings before remembering where she was. She felt groggy and disoriented, like she'd just been pulled from a deep abyss. The clock on the nightstand read 3:17 in neon blue numbers, casting an eerie glow over the room.
She rolled over and settled back into her pillow only to be greeted by a gnawing sensation in her gut. Ugh, I ate too much! She thought to herself. Gyro sub for lunch, French fries for dinner, and strawberry shortcake for dessert. Her stomach churned uncomfortably at the memory of her indulgence. She groaned and closed her eyes, trying to reposition herself on the bed, but the growing ache in her belly made it difficult to ignore.
With a sigh, she forced herself to sit up once more. She grabbed her bathrobe from the chair and wrapped it tightly around her as she padded towards the bathroom. Every step felt heavier than the last as the full weight of her meal caught up with her. She made it to the toilet and sat down, reluctantly lifting her gown to give her tushy some air.
The cool porcelain of the toilet seat against her skin sent shivers up her spine, but she didn't have time for modesty right now. She leaned forward, placing her palms on her knees as she prepared to release the contents of her distended stomach. With a loud grunt, she pushed, feeling the warmth and weight of a massive shit spreading out beneath her. One after another, long, thick turds plopped into the bowl with a satisfying splat.
She let out a deep breath, feeling a slight sense of relief wash over her as her insides finally began to empty out. However, it was short-lived as she realized she still had to deal with the aftermath. She bit her lip, steeling herself for the unpleasant part. She glanced down at the toilet and saw the same old scene - s****** everywhere. The smell hit her nose, and she held her breath for a moment before grabbing a fresh roll of toilet paper.
She reached down between her legs, giving her pussy a quick once-over before beginning to wipe. Her fingers slipped and slid through the juices that coated her, leaving sticky trails behind. Oh god, this is so disgusting, she thought. But she persevered, getting as much of the mess off as possible.
Next, she reached for the toilet brush, scrubbing at the stains until they began to loosen. The smell was getting overwhelming now, making her eyes water and her stomach churn again. Still, she kept going, determined to make the bathroom presentable again before crawling back into bed.
Finally, with a disgusted look on her face, she flushed the toilet, watching as the swirling water disappeared down the drain. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling drained both physically and emotionally. She wiped her hands on a nearby towel, her skin slippery with sweat and grime.
As she trudged back to bed, Melissa knew one thing for sure - tomorrow would be the start of a new day, and she vowed to make better choices.
