Natural Scat Girls - My toilet bowel shit
Late last night, I had experienced an overwhelming rush of waterworks and canceled all my plans to relax at home. As I settled into the couch and slipped into my pajamas, a comforting feeling began to replace the sadness that had once enveloped me. It was as if my body was demanding relaxation after a long day, and it had finally found its way to be satisfied. As the night wore on, my eyes drifted shut and I found myself in a deep sleep on the cushy sofa cushions.
Around dawn, my stomach started to gurgle loudly, sending waves of queasiness throughout my body. Knowing it was time for breakfast, I reluctantly dragged myself off the couch and made my way towards the kitchen. Little did I know that this small movement would lead to an unexpected turn of events.
As I stood over the toilet bowl, my stomach released its contents in one great heave. Out came a massive pile of lumpy pasta and sauce that filled up the entire bowl - it was clear that I had overindulged the night before. The smell of rotting food filled the air, and I winced as I watched my creation swirl down the drain.
Feeling slightly embarrassed but also relieved, I pulled up my pants and headed back for more food. I stuffed myself with waffles and bacon, not even realizing how heavy my stomach was becoming once again. My body seemed to be rebelling against my attempt at self-control, constantly pushing food towards it as if there was a bottomless pit within me.
By lunchtime, I was already regretting everything I'd eaten. My stomach churned with each movement, threatening to send another wave of nausea crashing over me. I knew I had to get rid of this awful feeling, so I forced myself onto the toilet once again, only to see more of the same mess from earlier gushing back out onto the floor.
This time, however, something else joined the mix – a thick turd that threatened to overflow the bowl. It was slimy and smelled worse than anything I could have ever imagined. I tried pushing it back down but it was no use. In a panic, I used my hand to scoop it out and throw it into the toilet bowl. The weight of it sent shockwaves through my body as it disappeared into the abyss below.
And so, the cycle continued. Every time I ate, the same routine repeated itself – a huge meal followed by a painful trip to the toilet where my insides were emptied out in all their disgusting glory. Every mound of poop sent out was thicker than the last, coating the walls of the toilet bowl and sometimes even overflowing onto the floor.
As the day wore on, my shame and embarrassment grew exponentially. The thought of someone finding me in this state was unthinkable, but still, there I was, trapped in a never-ending cycle of food and excrement. The smell of my own waste filled every room I entered, making it impossible for me to escape from this nightmare scenario.
Finally, in desperation, I decided to go for a run. Maybe some exercise would help clear out my system and end this torturous cycle once and for all. But as soon as I started moving, all I could think about was food. The smell of fresh air and greenery only made me hungrier; my body seemed irreversibly driven towards overeating and defecation.
The pain in my gut became unbearable, and before long, my legs gave way beneath me. Sitting on the grass, I felt sick to my stomach once more, knowing that another round of shitting was about to begin. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable – another thick glob of shit making its way out of my body and into the world.
When it finally came, my mind went blank. All I could think about was how much more filth would be left inside me before this ordeal was over. It was incredibly hot outside, and the sun beat down on my exposed skin as I wiped myself clean with strewn grass blades and leaves. I felt dirty – not just from my own waste but also from the feeling that I was losing control over my own body.
As darkness fell over the city, I knew there was no escaping this disgusting routine any longer. Summoning all the courage I could muster, I returned to the toilet, ready to face another round of purging and cleansing. But this time, something felt different. This time, I felt a strange sense of acceptance wash over me. Perhaps this was just who I was now – a creature driven by its instincts to eat and defecate without shame or regard for anyone else around me.
I let out a heavy sigh and sat down on the cold tile floor, preparing myself for yet another round of humiliation. But then, something dawned on me: perhaps this newfound identity wasn't so bad after all. Maybe I should embrace who I was becoming – a natural scat girl destined to live out her days surrounded by the smell of excrement and the constant urge to empty herself.
And so, with a strange sense of resignation, I pulled up my pants and went to prepare another meal. This time, however, it would be different. This time, I would eat not out of boredom or hunger but out of a primal desire to fulfill my newfound purpose in life – to be the toilet bowel shit's worthiest companion.
