As the afternoon wore on, Dirtywife found herself alone at home again, the familiar ache in her bowels growing more intense by the minute. She knew what she needed to do; ever since her obsession with scat began, she couldn't resist the temptation to turn herself into a living toilet whenever the urge struck.
Dirtywife stripped off her clothes, her heart pounding with anticipation as she stepped into the bathroom. She lit up a cigarette, the fumes filling her nostrils as she inhaled deeply. Smoking was part of the ritual now, helping to relax her and prepare her mind for what was to come.
She moved her bare bottom onto the edge of the bathtub, positioning herself just right. With one last drag on her cigarette, she exhaled forcefully, sending a thick cloud of smoke up towards the ceiling. As she finished, she felt a warm, slimy stream of diarrhea shoot out from between her legs, landing with a loud plopping sound on the tiled floor.
She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows as she watched in fascination as more of her shit plopped onto the floor around her. It was a sight that always turned her on, knowing that she was creating such a mess that would require her husband to clean up.
She grinned, her eyes fluttering shut as another wave of pleasure coursed through her body. When her bowels were empty, she climbed out of the bathtub and began the next part of her ritual. She arranged her shit into a neat little pile on a plate, taking care to shape it into the perfect toilet turd.
With the plate in one hand and a spoon in the other, she brought it up to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste her own vomit flavored feces. It was a disgusting taste, but one she had grown to love. She scooped up some of her shit with the spoon, slowly bringing it towards her mouth. As she opened her lips, she let out a moan of delight, slowly swallowing the warm, viscous mixture that coated her tongue.
She continued like this, feeding herself her own shit until the plate was clean. Satisfied, she grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering it up, using it to smear her shit and cigarette ashes all over her body. She scrubbed until she was covered in a layer of scum, her hair sticky with sweat and spit.
With another moan of pleasure, she collapsed onto the floor, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. She lay there, basking in the filth and squalor that surrounded her, knowing that this was her true calling in life. She was a scatophile star, and nothing could stop her from being number one in Romania.
