Fujiko hurried to my room when she sensed that her belly was about to explode. This forty-something mother of four has always been my favorite. Her diet rich in meat, peanuts, and soups... That's a good mix in more ways than one. Not only did it make her already voluptuous figure even more satisfying to behold, but it also made her a top-notch producer of fatty, foul-smelling turds.
I smiled eagerly as she stepped into my chamber. The stench of her day-old turd filled the air, mixed with hints of rancid sweat and coffee. Fujiko frowned, pinching her eyes closed, trying to bear the discomfort of the sausage-like turd that was pushing against her tight little butthole. She was an expert at this; I admired how she always pushed herself to produce the most enormous, rank loads for me.
With a loud, exaggerated sigh, she finally gave in to the pressure within her. The rough tip of the turd escaped from her ass, followed immediately by the larger body of the turd. I opened my mouth wide, waiting eagerly to receive her latest gift. The taste of her turd was musty and strong, with a faint appearance of coffee lingering on my tongue.
"Mmm, that was a good one," I cooed, licking my lips in anticipation of the next one. Fujiko smiled weakly, her hands gripping onto the sides of my toilet as she leaned over it, trying to catch her breath. She knew this was why she came to me - for the thrill of indulging in such a dark and forbidden fantasy, for the satisfaction of having someone who truly appreciated her most unflattering asset.
"Just a few more... Ugh... They're so big," she groaned, feeling the uncomfortable pressure build up again in her belly. I nodded encouragingly, running my hands along her thighs and up to her plump ass, taking in the sight of her puckered anus, ready to receive more.
The next few moments passed in a blur of excrement and copious amounts of saliva as Fujiko continued to empty her bursting bowels onto my toilet. With each moan and grunt, her pleasure was evident, even if it was tinged with the discomfort of such a massive load. And with each turd that she unloaded onto my toilet, the goblin within me grew more and more excited.
When she was finally empty, she collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air and wiping tears from her eyes. I smiled warmly, reaching out to caress her cheek, my voice gentle and reassuring. "That was incredible," I told her, my eyes sparkling with admiration. "You're truly amazing."
Fujiko smiled weakly in return, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath. She knew this had been a heavy load indeed, both figuratively and literally. But she also knew that it had been worth it - every cramp, every discomfort, every ounce of sweat and exertion. Because deep down inside, she was fulfilling a desire that she had never known existed. And in doing so, she was finding a strange kind of peace, amidst the filth and depravity.
