I couldn't help but feel electrified by the thought of it. Two days without a single shit, and now the moment had arrived. My stomach churned with anticipation as I sat on the toilet, preparing for what was to come. The feeling of my insides twisting and turning, coupled with a strange sense of arousal, sent shivers down my spine.
Suddenly, I heard the door open, and I knew it was him. My heart raced as he entered the room, his eyes instantly drawn to me on the toilet. Without a word, he began to undress, his movements indicating that he knew exactly why he was here. This was not just a regular meeting; this was something special.
As soon as he was naked, he approached me hesitantly; I could see the fear in his eyes. He knelt down in front of me, his face right next to my exposed juvenile pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from between my legs, and it made me even more eager for what was about to happen.
Without warning, massive explosions of diarrhoea began pouring out of me, filling the air with a putrid stench. It was hot and thick, coating his face as I relentlessly shat into his eagerly waiting mouth. I watched with obscene pleasure as his eyes widened in shock, his lips moving rhythmically against my juvenile pucker as he tried to swallow the torrent of shit that was being forcefully pushed into his mouth.
His face was covered in my shit, and still, the diarrhea kept coming. I couldn't hold back any longer; the pressure in my bowels was too great. I continued to empty myself into his hungry mouth, over and over again, as my excitement reached its peak.
By the time it was over, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment mixed with satisfaction. My legs shook as I finally managed to pull away from him, his face covered in my diarrhea. We gazed at each other for a moment, both exhilarated and disgusted by what had just happened.
As I stood up to leave, I couldn't help but feel grateful for him being there. It had been the most intense and humiliating experience of my life, and yet, I knew that I would do it again. There was something deeply disturbing about finding such an extreme sense of pleasure in such filth, but at the same time, it was addictive.
And so, I left the room, my body still trembling with the aftershock of our perverse encounter. I knew that I would see him again soon, and the thought alone sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
