Amy woke up with a start, her eyes fluttering open to the soft glow of the morning light filtering through her window. She squirmed uncomfortably beneath her sheets, her guts churning and grumbling loudly. It was time. She had to take a shit, and she had just the person in mind to help her out.
She rolled out of bed, her naked body glistening with a light sheen of sweat as she padded over to the bathroom. She took in deep breaths, filling her lungs with the cool morning air, trying desperately to calm her racing heart. This was something she had been planning for a while now, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he finally understood what was about to happen.
Amy grabbed two small containers from her medicine cabinet and then lowered her fluffy white robe, baring her plump bottom to the world. She sighed contentedly as she felt the warmth of her impending movement spread through her abdomen, filling her tummy with a wonderful fullness.
With a deep breath, she squatted down over the containers, her round, jiggly cheeks hovering mere inches above the rims of the plastic. A thick glob of warm, pasty shit oozed out from between her cheeks, painting the inside of the first container with a coating of her sterling essence.
She moaned softly as the pressure built up inside her, feeling the weight of her load pushing against her insides. Finally, with a long, low groan, she released the bulk of her shit into the second container. It was a massive load, filling the container to the brim and dripping out over the sides.
Amy wobbled on her heels as she stood up again, her knees quaking with the effort of holding her up. She couldn't help but glance down at her handiwork, a glow of pride shining in her eyes. He was going to eat this, she thought with a wicked grin. He was going to have to feed himself with her shit every morning from now on.
As she slowly made her way back to bed, Amy couldn't help but feel her body respond to the memories of her previous indulgence. Her heart rate quickened, and her breath came faster. She pictured him, looking up at her with those big, doe-like eyes, opening his mouth wide and taking her gift inside. She could feel the warmth spreading between her legs, and she knew that she would have to take care of that too, very soon.
She settled back into bed, sprawling out like a queen on her throne as she let out a contented sigh. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it in her bones. The sun was rising, birds were singing, and her slave was going to get the most delightful breakfast of his life. Amy couldn't wait to see the look on his face as he finally understood what she wanted from him. It was going to be perfect.
Amy closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep once again, a whisper of a smile playing on her lips. In her dreams, she could already see him kneeling before her, his face buried in the containers, his tongue lapping up every last traces of her shit breakfast for his Mistress.
