Kitty Skatt stood in front of the toilet, her eyes closed, feeling the warm sensation of the laxative flowing through her system. She had been looking forward to this moment all day - the anticipation had been building up inside her since she'd swallowed the pill at breakfast.
With a deep breath, she let go of her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them carefully before they got wet. Her heart raced as she hooked her thumbs into the edges of her mini skirt and lowered it over her hips, exposing her plump ass and dripping pussy.
Kitty leaned forward, bracing herself against the cold porcelain of the bathroom sink, and gave a small moan as she felt the first warm wave of diarrhea rushing up her rectum. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, preparing for the release, and then she gasped sharply as the tight sphincter muscles gave way and relinquished control.
A loud fart burst forth from Kitty's wet, gaped asshole, followed by a gush of steaming-hot liquid. She felt the diarrhea splatter against her swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. The hot rush of fluid filled her bowels, making her gasp and moan as she clung to the sink for support.
Her fingernails dug into the skin of her thighs, leaving behind red crescents as she ground herself against the tile floor. The force of her diarrhea was incredible; it felt like she was taking a massive shit onto herself. She arched her back, giving herself full access to the pleasure that the intense stimulation of her full bowels was providing.
Kitty's eyes rolled back into her head as wave after wave of hot, thick diarrhea blasted into her pussy, coating her insides with a film of warmth. She could feel her belly churning, the muscles contracting rhythmically as the toilet flushed repeatedly, clearing away the evidence of her pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of intense pleasure, the flow began to slow. Kitty panted, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She lowered one trembling hand to her thigh, feeling the sticky residue of her own shit clinging to her skin.
With a trembling hand, she reached down between her legs, feeling the cool air against her slick, sticky pussy. She gasped again as her fingers found her swollen clit, coated in a thick film of her own diarrhea. She rubbed gently, circling her hard little nubbin as she moaned softly to herself.
Kitty pulled her fingers free, licking them clean with a satisfied smile before pulling her skirt and panties back up. The cold air felt good against her overheated skin, and she couldn't help but grin at the memory of the way she'd made herself cum with her own diarrhea.
She padded over to the sink, reaching for a damp washcloth to clean herself up. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked - flushed and glowing, her hair bedraggled and sexy.
With a contented sigh, Kitty rinsed the washcloth and began to clean up the mess she'd made. The sticky residue clung to the tiles like glue, but she didn't mind. Every last drop of it reminded her of the incredible pleasure she'd experienced - a pleasure that she knew wouldn't be the last.
