Amanda's heart raced as she hurried naked into the bathroom, her cheeks blushing with embarrassment. She knew what she was about to do wasn't considered socially acceptable, but she couldn't help herself. The insatiable craving for someone to witness and worship her bodily functions had consumed her. She knelt down on the cold tile floor, her legs shaking slightly, and positioned herself in an inviting position.
With each passing moment, the urge to release her massive load grew stronger. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She felt a warm gush between her legs, signalling that the dam was about to break. She moaned softly, unable to hold it in any longer. A loud crackling sound echoed through the room as a massive turd emerged from her asshole, stretching it wide open like a rubber band.
The first log was so thick that it didn't fall to the floor; instead, it clung to her asshole, forcing more shit out. The smell of feces filled the air as another log followed and then another, each one thicker and longer than the last. Amanda could feel the pressure building up inside her, her asshole now stretched to its limits. She let out a muffled groan, her eyes still closed, imagining someone worshipping her at this moment.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last log slipped out of her asshole, landing with a soft thud on the floor. Amanda remained kneeling there, panting heavily, feeling the warmth spread between her legs. She knew she needed to mold her shit into a shit log for her admirer, so she reached back and began to play with the warm turds, mixing them together until they formed a cohesive mass.
With trembling hands, she picked up the shit log, holding it up for her imaginary admirer to see. She couldn't help but feel a surge of power as she watched her creation, covered in feces and filth, dripping between her fingers. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the disgusting taste in her mouth, and held it out for her worshiper to take.
She could almost feel their hot breath on her fingers, their desire to taste what she had created. And then, it happened. A soft tongue darted out from behind her and licked the shit log clean. Amanda eagerly waited for more, her heart racing as she wondered who could be brave enough to taste her creation. Another tongue appeared, then another, and another until they were all lapping at the shit log, cleaning it with enthusiasm.
Amanda cried out in pleasure, feeling a burst of joy and acceptance wash over her. She never thought anyone would ever worship her like this, let alone accept her for who she truly was - a scat goddess. She collapsed onto her side, watching as the tongues disappeared back into the darkness, leaving her and her creation behind. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder who would be next to taste her divine shit.
