Kitty Skatt was in the midst of a vanilla photoshoot, dressed in a cute lingerie set that accentuated her curves. She was posing suggestively on the bed, her eyes half-closed as she tried to look seductive. The photographer snapped away, capturing the moment; Kitty could feel the heat between her legs growing, even as she concentrated on keeping up her allure.
Suddenly, her stomach gave an almighty gurgle, and Kitty's face contorted into a look of pain. "Oh god," she groaned, clutching her belly with one hand while trying to maintain her pose with the other. The pain intensified, spreading outward from her gut, and Kitty knew that she didn't have much time.
"I gotta go," she gasped, staggering off the bed and towards the bathroom. She could feel the wave of diarrhea building inside her, the force of it forcing her legs to move faster. She wrenched open the bathroom door and almost fell inside, lunging towards the toilet just in time.
A deafening snap-crackle-pop resounded throughout the tiny room as Kitty's ass exploded in a torrent of hot, thick mess. It splashed against the sides of the toilet bowl and onto the floor, sending a cloud of stinky fumes into the air. "Ugh, fuck!" she moaned, clinging to the sides of the toilet for support.
Despite the initial onslaught, the attack didn't seem to end. Kitty was certain that she'd emptied her entire system, but another wave was already building up. She waited, her breath hitching in her throat, as the pressure grew and grew. When it finally hit, she let out a long, low moan of relief mixed with pleasure as the hot fluid rushed out of her.
It felt as if she were giving birth to something huge and monstrous, each contraction sending another jet of thick, foul-smelling shit towards the toilet bowl. She leaned over it, her breasts hanging low as she threw up more and more of the disgusting mess. In between waves, she wiped her face miserably with a wet wipe and tried to catch her breath.
The door to the bathroom flew open, and she heard the photographer's horrified gasp. "My god, Kitty—what happened to you?" he demanded, staring in shock at the mess around her feet. Kitty looked down, disgusted with herself. Her once-pretty lingerie was now a sodden, filthy mess, sticking to her skin in uncomfortable places.
"I think... I think I'm having a food poisoning reaction," she managed to choke out between gasps. "I'm really sorry—I don't know what else to do." She slumped against the wall, her stomach still churning uncomfortably. Her face was flushed with embarrassment and her legs felt rubbery underneath her.
The photographer hurried over to her side, his disgust evident on his face. "Here, let me help you clean up," he said, grabbing a pile of rags and some disinfectant spray from under the sink. Kitty winced as he scrubbed at the mess on the floor, grateful for his help but hating herself for being such a mess.
It took them almost an hour to clean up the bathroom, during which time Kitty continued to make repeated trips to the toilet. By the end of it, she felt drained both physically and emotionally. The shoot was obviously canceled, and she wasn't sure how she was going to explain this to her fans and followers.
As she made her way back to her dressing room, she couldn't help but feel ashamed. She'd always prided herself on her cleanliness and professionalism, and now this - this disgusting, humiliating episode. She collapsed onto the couch in her dressing room, her heart heavy with disappointment and self-loathing.
It was going to be a long, embarrassing night.
