As Kitty Skatt relaxed on the toilet, her Kindle laying forgotten in her lap, she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. The day had been long and arduous, filled with meetings and presentations that left her mind spinning. But now, finally, it was time to unwind and let her body do its thing.
She adjusted her position slightly, leaning back against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. Her phone was plugged in nearby, humming softly as it charged. A faint scent of bleach wafted through the air, barely masking the more pungent aroma that was beginning to fill the room.
Kitty let her mind wander, thinking about nothing in particular as she listened to the sound of her own stomach gurgling. It had been hours since she'd eaten, and she knew that the meal she'd had for lunch was still sitting heavily in her gut. She shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position for her bulging belly.
The minutes ticked by, and the silence was broken only by the occasional creak of the pipes or the sound of Kitty turning a page on her Kindle. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she realized that she was getting a little too engrossed in the book and had forgotten all about her bowels.
But just as she was about to give herself a mental shake, there was a sudden gurgling noise from deep within her gut. Without even thinking, Kitty leaned forward a little, her hands gripping the edges of the toilet bowl tightly.
A low rumble echoed around the room, and then, with a resounding plop, Kitty felt the monster log slide out of her body. She let out a long, slow breath of relief, her eyes closing in blissful satisfaction. The smell was overpowering, even to her, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the size and shape of her perfect poop.
With a sigh, Kitty leaned back against the wall once more and let out a contented smile. She reached for her phone, flipped open the camera app, and took a quick snapshot of her accomplishment. Satisfied, she wiped herself clean with a flushed and then leaned back against the wall, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over her.
As she drifted off into a peaceful sleep, surrounded by the stench of her own feces, Kitty couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. This was her escape, her moment to let her body and mind rest. And as she dreamed of softcore EFRO, she knew that another day would soon come, filled with new challenges and new opportunities for a nice, long, satisfying poop.
