Amy was not amorously experienced, she had only had one boyfriend in her life. He had broken up with her some years ago, and since then she had been rather celibate. She lived a relatively quiet and uneventful life, studying hard and keeping her social circles limited.
One morning, she woke up feeling bloated and uncomfortable. It was as if her stomach was filled to the brim with lead. As she tried to sit up in bed, she winced in pain. She had never experienced anything like this before. All she could think about was how badly she needed to use the bathroom.
Groaning, she struggled to get out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. Once she was there, she realized just how desperate she was. She couldn't wait any longer; the urge to evacuate her bowels was too intense. She lowered herself onto the toilet seat, hiked up her skirt, and tucked her shirt into her panties. Then, with determination, she began to push.
At first, nothing happened. She tried again and again, each time feeling the burning sensation in her rectum intensify. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she felt something give way. A gush of feces covered her hand and splattered onto the sides of the toilet bowl. Relief washed over her as she felt an incredible weight lifting from her body.
But then, something else emerged from her anus. Something long and thin, covered in a sticky goo. It was her own feces that had coated it, but she knew exactly what it was. It was a hardened cock, covered in her own shit.
Horrified, she tried to wipe it off, but the filth only seemed to get worse. Her hands were covered in feces, and bits of it were stuck between her nails. Tears stung her eyes as she realized the mess she was in. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, the blood rushing through her veins.
With a deep breath, she steelied herself and reached down between her legs. With trembling fingers, she carefully extracted the foreign object from her body. It was slick with her feces, a disgusting sight to behold. She tried to rinse it off under the faucet, but the water only seemed to make things worse.
Finally, she resorted to using toilet paper to clean it as best she could. It was a tedious process, each wave of nausea making her want to throw up. But after what felt like an eternity, she finished.
She sat on the edge of the bathtub, her body shaking with the effort of what she had just gone through. Her mind was awhirl with confusion and shame. How could this have happened to her? Why did she feel so dirty inside and out?
The intense odor filled her nose, making her want to crawl out of her skin. Slowly, she stood up and made her way to the bathroom door. She took one last look at the filthy mess she had created and knew that she could never share this with anyone. The shame was too great, the guilt too crushing.
Slumping to the floor, she curled into a ball and wept, wondering how she would ever cleanse herself of this dark secret.
