Demetra and I had been friends for years, and she always had a wild streak. When she contacted me with a proposition, I nearly fell out of my seat. She wanted to help me launch my new online store, ItalScat, by creating a series of selfie videos featuring herself taking enormous, messy shits. As intrigued as I was, I had my reservations about using poop as a marketing tool. However, when I saw the look in her eyes, I knew there was no turning back.
The plan was simple enough; Demetra would stay two days without moving her bowels, forcing herself to consume all sorts of laxatives and stimulants to ensure a massive poop. I provided her with a list of products that she could use for this purpose, from milky teas to spicy chili peppers. When the time came, we met up in my storeroom to record the video.
As soon as Demetra stepped out onto the small makeshift stage, I could smell it. Her farts were already warming up her massive turd, causing it to swell and press against her poor, strained asshole. She trudged over to the corner of the room where I had set up my camera, looking both nervous and excited.
"Alright, Demetra," I said with a grin. "Show them what you're made of."
And with that, she began to undress. Her sultry movements were matched only by the stench emanating from her ass, which grew more overwhelming by the second. Finally, she stood before me in nothing but her skimpy black thong, her ass cheeks parted to reveal the monstrous log taking up residence in her rectum.
"This is it, guys," she said breathlessly into the camera. "I've been holding this in for two whole days, just for you. And let me tell you, it stinks so bad!"
With that, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat and let out a long, low moan as her body finally began to expel the massive turd. The sound of splashing water filled the room as she leaned over the bidet and relieved herself of the massive load.
"Oh, god," she groaned, collapsing back onto the toilet seat. "That was amazing. I can't believe how good that felt."
Demetra sat there for a moment, catching her breath and letting the feeling wash over her. She looked into the camera, her eyes shining with excitement and liberation.
"Guys, you have no idea how good it feels to finally let this thing out," she giggled. "It was massive, no joke. You're going to love it."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing - or rather, not seeing. Sure enough, Demetra had delivered on her promise. The turd in the bidet was gigantic, filling the small space with its putrid stench. It was clear that this woman had taken immense pleasure in her little performance.
As we packed up the equipment and prepared to go our separate ways, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement myself. This was it, the start of something new. Something dirty, depraved, and utterly irresistible. I couldn't wait to see what else Demetra had in store for us.
