Natalia Kapretti stepped into the bathroom, her rounded bottom already pushing out against her tight leggings. She'd drunk an entire bottle of soda before bed last night, knowing full well what it would do to her bowels this morning. With a content sigh, she pushed down her underwear and pants, revealing her plump, smiling cheeks to the world.
She sat on the cold, hard floor, putting her hands on her ample hips. "Ah, what a sweet, delicious shit today," she cooed, already imagining the taste of what she was about to consume. Her long, beautiful blonde hair draped over her shoulders, framing her face as she leaned forward.
Natalia had always loved her morning rituals. She'd spend hours on the toilet, sometimes even taking mid-day breaks to relieve herself just so she could fully indulge in the sensory experience. The warmth, the smell, the texture against her tongue—it was all so intoxicating to her.
As she felt the first tendrils of shit snake out of her anus, she leaned back, almost in a trance-like state. She licked her lips eagerly, anticipating the wave of pleasure that was about to hit her. The taste was even better than she'd remembered; rich, earthy, and just a hint of sweetness.
With each passing moment, the bulge in her pants grew larger, pushing out against her clothing. She moaned softly, savoring every bite as it slid down her throat. Her fingers traced patterns on her sweaty skin, her nails clicking against the ceramic beneath her.
As the final drops of shit made their way down her throat, Natalia let out a long, satisfied sigh. She licked her lips one last time, tasting the residue of her morning meal. She slowly pulled up her pants, feeling the emptiness in her stomach already starting to knot. She'd have to make up for the empty calories soon; after all, there was still the rest of the day to fill up.
With a content smile, Natalia stepped out of the bathroom, ready to take on the world. The look in her eyes was soft and wistful, like she was remembering a delicious treat from long ago. It didn't take a genius to figure out what that meant. But for now, she had more important things on her mind—like finding a restaurant that served creamy soups and fibrous salads to help her ease the ache in her stomach.
