As Amanda, a strikingly beautiful woman with a body that could make any man weak in the knees, prepared for a day full of medical appointments, she knew there would be no escaping her true nature. Her clandestine desires revolved around the act of defecation, an obsession that she could no longer control.
Despite the looming fear of being discovered, Amanda found herself anticipating the frequent trips to the bathroom that would accompany her busy day. She imagined the thrill of letting go of her bowels in front of unsuspecting strangers, knowing that it aroused her in ways nothing else could.
The first stop was at her primary care physician's office, where she calmly sat through a routine checkup before excusing herself to the restroom. Once inside the private stall, Amanda gave herself over to her carnal desires. She obediently pushed her panties to the side and, in one swift movement, lowered herself onto the toilet seat. Her legs spread wide, inviting anyone who might peek in to catch a glimpse of her nakedness.
As she released the pent-up waste that had been building up in her bowels, she couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria wash over her. The warm, sticky feeling between her legs was almost unbearable, and she knew she would have to find a way to relieve this newfound ache before her next appointment.
After washing her hands and adjusting her clothing, Amanda made her way to the radiology center for her MRI scan. She was nervous but excited about the prospect of spending even more time in the bathroom during the lengthy procedure. As she lay on the table, the technician inserted the IV into her arm and placed the machine's doughnut-shaped coil over her foot. A strange feeling of anticipation and arousal swelled within her as the machine began to hum.
Amanda's mind drifted back to the taste of her own shit that she had enjoyed earlier in the day. The thought alone was enough to make her wet between her legs. As the scan progressed, she found herself imagining the technician discovering her hidden desires. What would happen if they knew she preferred the taste of her own excrement to anything else?
When the procedure was finally over, Amanda was left feeling both relieved and strangely empty. She knew that she needed to find a way to satiate her baser urges before her last appointment of the day. Deciding that lunch was a good opportunity, Amanda ordered Mexican food, knowing full well that it would leave her feeling bloated and ready to empty her bowels.
After devouring several tacos and a large portion of rice and beans, Amanda found herself rushing to the nearest bathroom yet again. She couldn't wait to feel the warm, sticky sensation of her own feces filling her bowels. Once in the stall, she gave herself over once more, letting out long, slow pushes that echoed through the otherwise quiet bathroom.
With each passing visit to the bathroom, Amanda's desires grew stronger. She wondered if there was anyone who would understand her, someone who could share in her passion for all things scat. But for now, she would have to content herself with these surreptitious moments of indulgence, hiding from the world her deepest, darkest secret.
