Cassie was home sick with chicken pox, feeling miserable and confined in her bedroom. She yearned for something to relieve the monotony of her days, something to make her feel alive again. Her gaze fell upon her lacy white panties, dangling from the edge of the bedpost. An idea began to form in her mind.
She slipped off her pajama bottoms, revealing her heart-print panties to the camera. They were soft and flimsy, hovering gently above her puffy, itchy skin. She let out a sigh, feeling the cool breeze on her bare legs. Suddenly, she grinned wickedly and reached back, shoving her fingers into her panties.
"Oh yeeeeah," she moaned, her hearing slightly muffled by the pox. She rubbed her clit furiously, hissing through gritted teeth as pleasure and pain intermingled. Her folds felt hot and sticky, and she knew she had to find relief sooner rather than later.
Slipping a finger inside her dripping wet pussy, she started to rub her asshole, grimacing as the sensation made her skin crawl. She pushed down, feeling the fetid mixture of farts and pussy juice sloshing around in her bowels. It was disgusting, but it was also thrilling in a depraved kind of way.
"Uck, it feels so good to be so nasty," she groaned, her finger moving in and out of her asshole as she fucked herself with the other. Cassie looked over at the camera, her eyes hooded with lust. This felt wrong, but it felt so right all at the same time.
She leaned forward, her elbows propped onto her knees, and started pushing. The first big fart blasted its way out, filling up her panties and leaving them dripping with wetness. She grinned triumphantly, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked in air preparing for the next one.
And then, she felt it - the pressure building up in her gut, threatening to burst forth. With a violent heave, she pushed out everything she had, leaving a mushroom cloud of stink and fumes in her wake.
Splayed out on the bed, her panties now a sodden mess, Cassie let out a breathless sob. It had been intense, more so than anything she'd ever experienced. She stretched out a hand, beckoning the viewer closer.
"Wanna see the damage?" she panted, her voice hoarse from the effort. With shaking fingers, she lifted her panties and held them up to the camera. The fabric was drenched and sagging, with dark stains spreading outwards from her ass and crotch.
Her lips curled in a cruel smile, and she brought her panties up to her face, breathing in deeply. "Mmmm, that's the good stuff right there," she purred, wafting the scent towards the lens. "And trust me, there's a lot more where that came from."
She let the panties drop back to the floor, leaving her puckered asshole exposed to the camera's gaze. "Maybe I should go another round," she mused, running her fingers teasingly through her tangled hair. "What do you think, guys? Should I empty this nasty gut all over my pretty white panties again?"
The camera stayed fixed on her, capturing every wriggling, contorted expression on her face. Without waiting for an answer, she scrambled to her feet and headed for the bathroom, the sounds of retching and vomiting filling the air. A few moments later, she emerged, looking flushed and triumphant.
"That's what I call a JUICY load," she said proudly, waggling her eyebrows. "But don't worry, I have plenty more where that came from." And with that, she disappeared back into her bedroom, presumably to entertain her viewers once again.
