By the time Natalia Kapretti reached her bathroom, she was ready to burst. The day had been a long and frustrating one; she'd been stuck in traffic, then at work, all while struggling with an increasingly uncomfortable feeling in her gut.
She had known something was wrong as soon as she woke up that morning. Her stomach was cramping, and she felt bloated and nauseous. All she had wanted to do was run to the bathroom and take a nice, satisfying shit, but it seemed like her body had other plans.
All day long, she had been fighting the urge to go. She had tried drinking water, eating fiber-rich foods, and even trying some gentle stretches to no avail. The more she tried to go, the more her bowels resisted. It was only when she got home that she finally gave up and decided to just lay down for a bit. Maybe the pressure on her stomach would help move things along.
But lounging on the couch wasn't working either, so she reluctantly got up and made her way to the bathroom once again. Steeling herself for the discomfort to come, she positioned herself on the toilet and let out a long, slow breath.
And then it happened. At first, there was just the thick, dry piece barely getting out of her ass. She winced, feeling the strain on her sphincter muscles as they tried to clench shut. But she kept pushing, letting the dry piece fall to the floor of the bathroom and adding another layer of shame to her already burdened mind.
The next few moments were a blur of relief and horror. Small, shitty peas forced their way out of her body, followed by what felt like endless streams of mucus and watery feces. She flushed the toilet repeatedly, desperate to get rid of the smell that lingered in the air.
Finally, after what felt like hours, she felt a familiar sensation inside her. It was the sensation she had been searching for all day—the feeling of her normal, favorite shit beginning to form. It was a warm, soft mass that filled her bowels, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure as she felt it begin to move down toward her anus.
With each push, she felt a little bit lighter, a little bit more relieved. The shit moved down her rectum and out of her body, coating her fingers with its warm, gooey consistency. She sat there for what seemed like ages, lost in the sensation and the feeling of finally being able to breathe again.
When she was finally done, Natalia sat back on the toilet, feeling drained and exhausted. She reached down between her legs and wiped herself clean, a small smile on her lips as she admired the sight of her own waste. It was a strange kind of happiness, but it was one that she couldn't deny.
Standing up, she wiped her hands on a nearby towel and opened the bathroom door. The smell of shit still hung in the air, but she didn't care. She was happy to have finally shitted all the shit that had been bothering her all day. Maybe now I can relax and enjoy the rest of my evening, she thought as she headed back to the living room.
