PART 2...
As I finally managed to extract the last part of my copious morning meal consisting of sausage, rice and egg from my anus, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The large chunk of feces had been quite a workout for my already stretched-out rectum. I took a deep breath, savoring the aroma wafting up from the plughole, hoping to share the experience with my fellow scat enthusiasts.
After breaking apart the chunk into smaller pieces, I pushed them down into the water-filled toilet bowl, watching them swirl around as they mixed with the urine and toilet paper residue left behind from my earlier effort. The rich, musky scent filled the air, causing my nostrils to flare as I inhaled deeply. It was certainly dense and darker than usual, reflecting the hearty meal I'd consumed only an hour ago.
Feeling more daring, I leaned forward and, using two fingers, massaged the tips of the poo fiber bundles that had formed in the water, watching as the turd fragments began to bloom into soft, mushy bits. With my free hand, I started rubbing my clit, feeling the familiar tingle of arousal spreading through my body. The thought of my intimate act being enjoyed by others added an extra thrill to the experience.
With focused determination, I reached into the water once more, this time picking up a handful of softened poo and smearing it across my slit. The cool, slimy texture sent waves of pleasure coursing through me as I imagined imaginary viewers watching me self-destruct in pleasure. I groaned in delight as my fingers delved deeper into my folds, spreading the fecal matter around my pussy lips before plunging two fingers back inside, coating my insides with a layer of warm feces.
As I relished in this taboo act, I couldn't shake off the excitement of knowing that others were sharing in my experience, vicariously living through me. I spread my legs wider, offering them an unobstructed view of my ass and the trail of shit smeared between my ass cheeks. And then, impulsively, I pumped my fist into the rubber glove, coating my hand in a thick, smear of shit.
With a shiver of anticipation, I brought my shit-covered hand up to my mouth, lingering on my tongue, savoring the strong, earthy taste that coated every inch. Swirling the saliva in my mouth, I cupped my hand under my nose once more, inhaling deeply, hoping to catch the lingering scent. It was intoxicatingly addictive, driving me to new heights of excitement.
As I reached orgasm, I threw my head back and moaned loudly, the walls around me fading into obscurity as I lost myself to the filth. My legs shook uncontrollably, and I could feel the last drops of urine spurt out of me in a small stream. The warmth of the day mixed with the cool of the toilet water, creating a sensual blend that left me weak in the knees.
When the wave of pleasure subsided, I slowly lifted my arm out of the toilet, using my other hand to wipe the excess shit from my chin and cheeks. Retrieving the phone from the small ledge, I took a few pictures of my gloved hand covered in shit, and then, with trembling fingers, carefully removed the latex and dropped it in the nearby trash can.
Feeling spent yet exhilarated, I flushed the toilet, watching the swirling mass of excrement and toilet paper disappear down the drain. Leaning against the sink, I breathed heavily, trying to catch my breath. The thrill of performing this intimate act for others was like nothing else. But here I was, alone, unable to share the moment with my fellow scat enthusiasts.
As much as I wanted to log on and witness their reactions, I couldn't bring myself to do it. The thought of their approval felt both scandalous and empowering. I coughed, trying to shake off the intense sensation. Emboldened by my experience, I knew there were more adventures to be had in the world of scatology, and I couldn't wait to explore them further.
But for now, I would savor this moment alone, my body still humming with pleasure, and wonder what new delights the future held. In the midst of all this filth and taboo, I felt alive in a way that I never had before. Toilet Slaves Scatology had claimed another willing victim - and I was its proudest slave yet. Would you like me to submit more photos?
