As I strolled through the woods, the pressure in my bowels became increasingly unbearable. I knew I had to find a toilet soon. To my utter delight, I happened upon a free outdoor restroom, just what I needed.
The moment I stepped inside, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me. The tiny room was unassuming but clean, and there was even a seat cover for added comfort. I unbuttoned my pants and sat down on the toilet seat, sighing with contentment as I felt the weight of my full bladder and bowels lift off my chest.
Just as I was starting to relax, however, nature called again. I felt a powerful urge to move my bowels and knew that I needed to act fast. I leaned forward and gently pressed my fingers against my anus, feeling for any signs of resistance. Thankfully, there was none.
Without further ado, I positioned myself over the toilet bowl and released the dam holding back the contents of my colon. A torrent of thick, smelly shit poured out of me, coating the insides of the bowl and leaving a trail down the drain pipe. It felt absolutely amazing to finally get rid of all that built-up pressure.
As I sat there, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of my ass contracting and releasing with each expulsion, I couldn't help but notice the warm, soothing feeling deep inside me. It was an incredibly intimate experience, almost as if my body was thanking me for giving it this much-needed release.
While I was in the midst of my digusting yet oddly satisfying moment of pure bliss, a rivulet of diarrhea slipped out of my anus and trickled down my thigh. I paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not to take advantage of the situation. After all, it would only add to the cleansing feeling I was already experiencing.
Making up my mind, I pressed my fingers against my anus again and began to force out the rest of my diarrhea. It flowed out of me in long, thick strands that covered the surface of the toilet seat and puddled around my feet. The cool, refreshing sensation was exquisite, and I couldn't resist the urge to keep pushing myself.
Before long, I had emptied myself of everything I needed to. Sitting back on the toilet seat, I let out a contented sigh and reached for the toilet paper roll. I tore off a large sheet and wiped myself clean, taking my time to cleanse every inch of my asshole and groin area.
As I finished up and stood to put my clothes back in order, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. The Waldscheißhaus might have been a little seedy, but it had served its purpose well. And now that I had put myself back together, I felt better than I had in weeks.
Walking out of the restroom, I couldn't help but smile. The fresh air seemed to clear my mind, and the scent of the forest mixed with the lingering scent of my own filth was strangely invigorating. Maybe there was something to this whole "Waldspaziergang" thing after all.
