As Kitty Skatt sat on the toilet, her body tensed up in anticipation of the agony she was about to endure. It had been days since she last had a bowel movement, and the bulge in her abdomen was testament to the sheer size of the log that was currently causing her so much discomfort. She gritted her teeth and tried to push, but it was no use - every muscle in her body seemed to be resisting the urge to expel what was rapidly becoming an intolerable intruder.
With a deep breath, Kitty took her iPhone from her pocket and began filming herself. She knew that there were people out there - sadistic individuals, just like her - who took perverse pleasure in watching others suffer through such ordeals. They loved nothing more than seeing someone struggle vainly against their own bodily deficiencies before ultimately surrendering to the inevitable.
And so, with her camera rolling, Kitty began her desperate struggle. She looked up at the mirror above the sink and watched as her eyes filled with tears and her face contorted in pain. She could feel her stomach cramping, her intestines twisting and turning like snakes in a knot. With trembling fingers, she reached down between her legs and began furiously rubbing her clit, hoping that the mix of pleasure and pain would help to alleviate at least some of her discomfort.
After what seemed like an eternity, Kitty finally heard the familiar sound of the log starting to crack under the weight of her suffering. She panted heavily as she leaned forward, her whole body shaking in anticipation. She could feel it now - the tiny shards of flesh tearing apart inside her, all in an attempt to free itself from its prison of flesh.
With a final push, the log slithered out of her in a torrent of blood and mucus. Kitty let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief as she collapsed back onto the toilet seat, her legs splayed wide open. She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride, knowing that she had endured this ordeal for the pleasure of others. She reached down and held the bloody remnants of her tormentor, gazing at it one last time before flushing it away.
As she stood up, Kitty smiled to herself, imagining the sick delight that her audience would feel upon seeing this final act of submission. She reached into her pocket and began to masturbate furiously, her fingers teasing her swollen clit as she imagined their dirty gazes upon her. And with one last, shuddering moan, she came, her entire body trembling with the ecstasy of her climax.
