The evening was long and arduous for Natalia Kapretti. She had spent most of her time partying with friends, indulging in drinks and snacks that had eventually ended up upsetting her stomach. As the night came to a close, Natalia found herself struggling to suppress the gnawing feeling in her gut. It was already wreaking havoc on her body, causing painful cramps and an uncontrollable urge to defecate.
With trembling hands, Natalia made her way to the bathroom, her bottom already beginning to itch and burn. She sighed heavily as she sat down on the cold toilet seat, already dreading what was about to come out of her. As soon as she let herself go, a torrent of warm liquid and undigested food poured out of her, filling the bowl and splattering out of the sides.
Natalia moaned in pain as the excrement continued to flow out of her. Her cheeks were flushed scarlet, and beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. So much for hiding this from anyone.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt dirty and embarrassed. She couldn't imagine anyone finding her like this, but that thought only served to fuel her desire for release. And then, as if fate itself had listened to her despair, an idea came to her - a wild, desperate idea.
Natalia turned around, her rear end still facing the mess in the bowl. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I can't believe I'm even considering this," she muttered under her breath. But she knew deep down that she had to try something, anything, to ease the burning ache in her bottom.
She reached behind her, careful not to touch anything dirty, and delicately slipped off her mini skirt. Then, with shaking hands, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. She took a deep breath, and before she could change her mind, she pulled down her lace thong.
There it was - her shimmering, uncovered ass on full display in front of the mirror. It was now or never. Natalia leaned forward even more, pushing out her plump bottom, exposing herself completely. She took another deep breath, and then, slowly, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat.
The coolness of the porcelain against her hot, aching skin felt almost good, almost soothing. But it wasn't enough. Natalia wanted more. She reached back once again, this time cupping her hands around her bottom cheeks. With trembling fingers, she spread apart her quivering caressed her own bottom, rubbing her fingers through the soft, sticky residue that coated her skin.
She closed her eyes, taking in a deep, shaky breath. The scent of her own feces was heavy in the air, and she could feel the heat radiating off her body. It was intoxicating, and against all logic or reason, Natalia found herself craving more.
"Oh, big shit, lick, eat it," Natalia moaned. Her voice came out hoarse and broken, as if she were pleading with someone to please do what she wanted them to do. But no one was there.
And so, she did it herself. Natalia leaned forward again, pressing her bare bottom against the coolness of the porcelain. She spread her cheeks wide, exposing her tight little ass. Then, with trembling fingers, she reached between her legs, her hand finding the wet heat of her own crotch. She teased her clit, rubbing it gently between her fingers.
As she pressed her hand against her sensitive flesh, Natalia moaned loudly, surprising even herself. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much to bear. She needed more. She needed to feel someone's tongue against her skin, sliding down into her tight little hole, lapping up every last drop of the mess she had made.
"Please, please, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Oh god, somebody help me."
And then, somehow, Natalia found the strength to do it herself. With trembling fingers, she slid one hand off her bottom, slowly parting her cheeks. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to come. And then, slowly, she lowered her face towards her own bare behind.
The warmth of her breath blasted against her skin, causing her to tremble even more. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, but she couldn't stop herself. She parted her lips, opening wide, and then she pressed her tongue against the tight, puckered skin of her anus.
She could feel the heat radiating off her body, and the taste of her own filth filling her mouth. But somehow, it was intoxicating. Natalia let out a long, low moan as she slowly began to lick and suckle at her own anus. She teased it with her tongue, flicking it against the sensitive skin, and then probing deeper, trying to find every last drop of shit coating her insides.
With each lick and suck, Natalia felt herself getting wetter, more turned on. She reached between her legs again, this time finding her clit standing at full attention. She teased it mercilessly, rubbing it against her fingers as she continued to pleasure herself in the most depraved way possible.
And then, finally, she felt it - the familiar stirring in her stomach, signaling that her body was about to rid itself of the last of the toxins. Natalia moaned loudly, her head falling forward as her mouth moved back and forth over her own asshole. And then, without warning, a torrent of hot, sticky liquid exploded from her anus, filling her mouth and dripping down onto her face.
She couldn't believe it - the taste, the texture, the warmth. It was all so intense, so overwhelming, that for a moment, she forgot where she was or what she was doing. All she could focus on was the feeling of her own shit coating her tongue and filling her mouth.
When the flow finally slowed to a trickle, Natalia sat back on her haunches, panting heavily. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, and her whole body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure. Slowly, she pulled her hand away from her pussy and used it to wipe the string of saliva connecting her mouth to her ass.
"Oh my god," Natalia murmured, shaking her head in disbelief. "What just happened?"
She leaned forward, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her makeup smeared, and there was a faint sheen of sweat on her skin. But still, she looked beautiful - more beautiful than ever. Because in that moment, she had given in to her desires, no matter how depraved they might have seemed.
And as she sat there, catching her breath and wondering what to do next, one thought echoed through her mind: "I want more."
