Kitty Skatt's heart raced as she heard a soft click from the door to the bathroom. Her brow furrowed in confusion; she hadn't locked it! Her boyfriend, John, must have forgotten. Still, it was kind of exciting knowing that someone might see her doing her most private business.
She sighed and took a deep breath before lifting her shirt over her head, revealing her black lace bra. She unbuckled her jeans and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them so she was standing there in just her bra and panties. Kitty grinned as she pushed the door open, pads of makeup brushes in her hand.
The first thing she did was sit down on the toilet, letting her panties slide down her legs and pool at her ankles. She gently pushed the brush against the plump mound of her ass, feeling the soft hairs tickling her skin. Her fingers moved lower, teasing her dark patch of pubic hair before parting it, revealing her clean pussy.
Her pussy was already starting to get wet just from the anticipation of getting dirty again. She leaned forward, giving John a peek at her round ass, and turned the water on. It felt good against her ass, making her shiver as she adjusted the temperature. She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning back against the cool wall as she pushed the brush into her pussy, feeling it slide in and out with every thrust.
As she started to lose herself in the sensation, she felt the familiar stirring in her bowels. "Oh no," she whispered, giggling a little. Suddenly, thick fingers of gas started working their way out of her. She grimaced and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for it to pass. But when it didn't, she sat up straight, gripping the sides of the toilet seat.
Her face scrunched up as her sphincter loosened, and a long, loud fart pushed its way out of her. She winced and leaned forward, grabbing onto the toilet seat with one hand and rubbing her butt with the other. The smell was thick in the air around her, making it hard to breathe. Eventually, she let go of the seat and settled back into her previous position, taking slow, deep breaths.
Just when she thought the smell couldn't get any worse, her stomach started to rumble and grumble. She frowned and shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. But it was no use; she knew what was coming. She sighed and braced herself, feeling the familiar pressure building in her bowels.
With a loud groan, she opened her eyes wide and looked up at the camera she knew was watching. "Here it comes," she murmured, feeling the first soft, round turd begin to push its way out of her anus. It was enormous, bigger than any she had ever seen before. She moaned and threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as the turd continued to grow, stretching her sphincter to its limits.
Finally, with one last mighty push, she felt it slide out of her. She gasped, feeling relief wash over her as she looked down at the massive log of shit in the toilet. It was brown and lumpy, with traces of undigested food and wet spots from leaking fecal matter. She grimaced, but couldn't help but feel a touch of pride at the sight of it.
She wiped her butt, taking her time to make sure she got every last bit of residue. Once she was satisfied, she stood up, reaching down to adjust herself. Her panties clung to her skin, and she could feel the damp spot on the front from where she had leaked a bit of urine. She sighed, knowing she would have to wash them soon, but for now, she just wanted to enjoy the moment.
She walked over to the sink, splashed some water onto her face, and looked up at the camera. "That was quite a load," she said, her voice soft and teasing. "I hope you got everything you needed." She winked, just for good measure, before turning around and walking out of the bathroom, her soft footsteps echoing through the empty house.
