Amberr was kneeling on the table with her widespread cheeks pointing at the camera. She sensed the quiet anticipation in the room and grinned nervously, feeling a flutter of excitement in her stomach. She knew what was coming next and couldn't wait to share it with her audience.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began pushing. It felt like trying to force a baseball bat through her tight hole. With each straining push, her round, plump ass cheeks wobbled and her face contorted in effort. The sound of crackling shit and an occasional fart echoed through the room as she struggled to expel the massive log building up inside her.
As the log finally began to emerge, Amberr gasped in surprise. It was even bigger than she had expected. Her eyes went wide, and she bit her bottom lip nervously. The fat column of shit was easily double the size of her fist, coated in a thick layer of her own juices and pushing its way stubbornly out of her body.
Despite the intense pressure and the stench filling the air, Amberr couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure. The fullness in her gut, the heat building up inside her, and the feeling of the massive turd stretching her tight ring were all too much for her. Her heart raced, and she felt a wave of arousal wash over her.
With a final, determined thrust, the log slid fully out of her body, leaving a stretched-out, glistening aperture in its wake. Amberr sighed deeply, relieved and spent. She leaned back, catching her breath, and gazed down at her handiwork.
Her thick, log-like turd lay on the table, steaming in the cool air. She reached out cautiously, her fingers brushing against the smooth, warm surface. She squinted at the camera, missing the moment already.
"Wow," she breathed, "that was intense. But it feels so good to finally get rid of it." She laughed, a loud, braying laugh that echoed through the room.
"See you next time, guys," she winked, scooping up her giant log with both hands and lifting it off the table. "Don't forget to send me your requests!"
