Miss Dula woke up to the sound of her alarm clock and rolled over in bed. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched luxuriously before sitting up. Yawning, she ran a hand through her disheveled hair and looked to the clock. It was already late morning, and she groaned softly.
As her morning routine began, Miss Dula couldn't help but feel lethargic. Her body ached from the night before, and there was a dull pain in her bowels. She didn't really remember what she had done or eaten last night, but she knew there must have been some serious indulging going on.
Making her way to the bathroom, Miss Dula felt a growing sense of unease. She could feel the pressure building up inside her, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before she had to relieve herself. She took her time in the bathroom, taking deep breaths and focusing on calming herself down.
Finally, Miss Dula forced herself to sit on the toilet. And as she did, she let out a long, slow sigh. The feeling of relief was instantaneous as her bowels gave way and expelled a large, lumpy turd into her toilet bowl. She breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back against the wall, letting her legs fall open.
Suddenly, a warm sensation began to spread throughout her bladder. She gripped the sides of the toilet seat as she felt her urine trickling out of her. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer and bit her lip, bracing herself for what was coming.
With a loud groan, Miss Dula stood up and pulled down her underwear, dropping them to the floor. She spread her legs wide, raising her hips as she felt her body about to release. And then, like a waterfall crashing down, she was flooded with her own urine.
The sensation of hot liquid rushing out of her was almost overwhelming, but Miss Dula bore it, using the momentum to help push the last bits of urine out. When she was finally finished, she lowered herself back down onto the toilet seat, her legs still spread wide.
Wiping herself clean with a warm towel, Miss Dula glanced back at her soiled underwear on the floor. She sighed again, knowing that it would be time to clean her beloved glass bowl soon. She stood up, feeling a sense of accomplishment despite the mess she had made.
As she walked back to her bedroom, Miss Dula already knew what she was going to do next. Her body needed rest, yes, but it also needed more stimulation. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of adventures she would get up to tonight.
