It was the start of a new semester at university, and the redhead girl Haley was feeling nervous. She was a freshman majoring in Physics, and the classes were tough. Her heart raced as she walked down the hallway, carrying her backpack filled with textbooks. She had just finished her first class of the day, and it had taken a toll on her. She felt the urge to take a shit but decided to hold it in until she got back to her dorm room.
As she approached the bathroom on her floor, she felt a rush of relief wash over her. The bathroom was empty, and she quickly locked the door behind her. She took her backpack off and placed it on the floor, then sat down on the toilet seat. She sighed and took a deep breath before leaning over to unzip her pants. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she slipped her fingers inside her panties and pushed them aside, revealing her wet, puckered anus.
Haley's head was filled with thoughts of the day's lecture as she began to push. She could feel the turd forming in her rectum, getting bigger and harder with each push. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation as the cold, hard toilet seat rim touched her hole. She pushed again, and another wave of heat engulfed her body as her shit entered the toilet bowl.
She felt a mix of pleasure and shame as the pressure in her bowels lessened, and she relaxed a bit. She let out a slow breath and opened her eyes, looking down at the huge pile of shit in the toilet bowl. It was lumpy and wet, and she couldn't believe she had just created such a mess. She felt a twinge of excitement, knowing that the smell would fill the room if anyone came in, but she also felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.
Haley quickly grabbed some toilet paper and wiped herself clean. She flushed the toilet and leaned over, trying to fix the mess she had caused on the floor around the toilet. She rolled up the soiled toilet paper and stuffed it into the plastic bag she had brought for that purpose. As she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, she saw the disgust in her eyes. She hated herself for what she had just done, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.
With a heavy heart, she grabbed her backpack and left the bathroom, trying not to make eye contact with anyone along the way. She knew she would have to wash her hands thoroughly when she got back to her room. She couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt as she walked down the hallway, wondering how many more times she would have to do this before she could overcome her embarrassing addiction.
