Kitty Skatt was in desperate need of relief. It had been four long, agonizing days since she last had a proper bowel movement, and the strain was taking its toll on her both physically and mentally. Her gut ached constantly, a dull throb that never seemed to go away. Every attempt to relieve herself had been futile, as each time she sat on the toilet, nothing but hard, compacted logs emerged from her lower region.
She decided that enough was enough; it was time to take matters into her own hands. With determination etched on her face, she made her way to the bathroom once again. Her ass felt fat and swollen from the buildup, and she couldn't help but admire its juicy roundness in the mirror. Her belly was also distended, looking even more prominent than usual due to the unrelenting pressure within.
Slowly, deliberately, Kitty Skatt lowered herself onto the toilet seat, arching her back and spreading her legs wide apart. She wanted to make sure that every inch of her was on display for whoever might be observing her. The coolness of the ceramic against her burning skin provided a momentary respite, but it was short-lived as the weight of her constipation took hold once again.
The first attempt yielded no results. Not even a single log could be forced out of her tight, constricted rectum. She gritted her teeth and tried again, this time leaning forward and resting her elbows on her thighs. Her asshole stretched and twitched under the intense pressure, but still, nothing emerged. It felt like she was trapped inside a giant vise, being squeezed from both ends.
The third time was luckier; one small log finally slid out of her ass, releasing some of the pent-up tension. It wasn't much, but it was enough to encourage her to keep going. With renewed vigor, Kitty Skatt redoubled her efforts, grunting and groaning with each attempt to expel the unwanted mass from her body.
And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, the first real monster log slid its way out of her ass. It was thick and veiny, covered in a thick layer of slime and residue. The sheer size of it was astonishing, filling her eyes with astonishment before slumping back down into the toilet bowl with a resounding plop.
Kitty Skatt didn't even have time to catch her breath before the next one came, and then the next. Each one was bigger and more pungent than the last, filling the bathroom with a noxious stench that could probably be smelled outside the room. But she couldn't bring herself to care; all she could focus on was the exquisite pain that each log brought her, the intense pleasure that accompanied it.
By the end of it all, Kitty Skatt felt like she had been through a war. Her ass was bruised and sore, her rectum stretched nearly to the breaking point. But she was glad for it. The release she had felt was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she knew that she would gladly go through it all again just to feel that way one more time.
Slumped over the toilet seat, her torso covered in a fine sheen of sweat, Kitty Skatt allowed herself a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes were red and puffy from the intensity of the experience, and her hair was disheveled. But she couldn't be happier. Spreading her cheeks apart, she offered one last glimpse of her battered, but triumphant, asshole to whoever might be watching. Mmmmm!
