It was late at night when Amanda, the Scat Goddess, finally retired to her lavish bathroom. Her stomach was full of rich food and her body felt heavy with the weight of the impending shit load she knew was coming. She watched herself in the mirror as she unbuttoned her pants and slipped them off, revealing a plump, rounded ass clad in black lace beneath.
She wiggled her hips seductively, inviting the darkness to creep in around her and the inevitable smell of accumulated feces to fill the air. The sensation of her own warm tummy pressing against her hand made her breath catch in her throat. With slow, deliberate motions, she slid a finger into her own asshole, feeling the stretch of the muscles squeezing her finger.
As she began to pump her finger in and out of her ass at a steady pace, she closed her eyes and let out a gentle moan, her mind imagining the feel of someone else's finger or, better yet, their tongue, probing deep inside her dirty asshole. She could almost feel the hot breath on her skin, the anticipation building as she worked herself up into a frenzy.
Gripping the sink with one hand for support, Amanda leaned forward, pressing her ass back against the wall to spread herself as wide as possible. She groaned loudly as another wave of pleasure coursed through her body, causing her to sway gently from side to side. The smell of her own shit was intensifying now, filling the room with its rancid aroma.
With a sudden surge of excitement, Amanda felt the first thick glob of feces slide passed her sphincter, followed immediately by a long, steady stream of hot shit. She moaned loudly, her fingers now covered in a thick layer of her own excrement. She couldn't wait to feel someone else's tongue or finger digging into her filthy asshole.
Her heart pounding in her chest, Amanda reached behind her with shaking hands to spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, puckered asshole to the darkness. The stench was overwhelming now, but she couldn't help but feel alive and excited by it. She continued to finger herself, pushing her fingers deeper and deeper into her own waste, feeling the explosive rush of pleasure that seemed to emanate from her very bowels.
As the last remnants of her shit slid from her aching asshole, Amanda leaned forward, her breasts pressed against the cool tile of the bathroom floor. She stared at the mess she had created, the pile of shit gleaming dully in the muted light. She knew what she needed to do now - clean up the mess she had made and prepare herself for the next time. With trembling fingers, she reached for the toilet brush, eager to feel its rough bristles against her tender skin.
"Oh yes," she purred to herself, "you'll be here soon enough. My dirty asshole feels so good after shitting. You need my stinky, messy shit to worship."
