Amanda slowly lowered herself into the warm, inviting water of the bathtub, savoring the momentary bliss as it soothed her aching muscles. She languidly washed her hair, taking her time to coax and massage the shampoo into her scalp before rinsing it clean. Next, she shifted her weight to one side, pushing her fingertips against the tightening of her muscles as she lowered herself lower into the water, submerging her body entirely.
A glance at the clock on the wall told her it was getting late. She shouldn't have procrastinated like this, but something about tonight made her feel lazy and indulgent. Groping blindly beneath the surface of the water, she felt for the bar of soap resting on nearby, gripping it tightly before standing up once more.
As she bent over, her heart beginning to race at the anticipation of what was to come, Amanda reached back between her legs with both hands. She spread her nether lips apart, exposing her tight, pink asshole to the cool air. The scent of her own body washed away by the water, replaced by the sharp, tangy smell of lingering soap.
Slowly and carefully, Amanda inserted a finger into her depths, feeling for any signs of the constipation that had plagued her for days. She winced as she made contact with a tiny, firm piece of shit, wincing again as she pulled it free and held it up to the light, inspecting it for any further evidence of obstruction. Relieved to find only tiny pieces, she made a mental note to up her fiber intake the following day before washing the piece down the drain.
Replacing her finger with her other hand, Amanda inserted her thumb as far as it would go into her asshole, grimacing against the discomfort as she pressed against the wall of her rectum. She pushed and prodded, feeling for any hint of resistance, wincing as she pulled out another tiny piece of shit.
Satisfied that there was no serious obstruction, Amanda stood up once more, the warm water now cloudy from the mix of bubbles and her musky scent. She turned off the tap, stepping out of the tub to reach for her towel. As she dried herself off, Amanda studied her body critically in the mirror; the firm roundness of her stomach, the smooth curves of her thighs, the supple fullness of her breasts. She was, she had to admit it to herself, fucking gorgeous.
Padding back into the bathroom, Amanda squatted over the toilet once more, grabbing a fresh wad of toilet paper and carefully cleaning herself. Her asshole was still tight, still uncomfortably full of shit, but at least now she felt slightly more relieved. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pinched her nose shut, leaning forward to scoop up a small handful of her shit from the water before spitting it out into the toilet.
Reaching for one last time, Amanda felt between her buttocks, pulling out and examining the last morsel of shit left inside her. She sighed, feeling the weight of it in her hand, wondering how much more of her own shit was still filling up her insides. She smiled grimly to herself, realizing that there was little doubt that she was still very full of shit indeed.
