Erica awoke with a start, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light filtering through the shades of her bedroom. The cool breeze that fluttered into the room momentarily invigorated her, but it quickly gave way to a different sensation. One that she had grown all too familiar with over the past few days. Her bladder was burning, aching with the pressure of all the fluids that seemed to be accumulating in her body. She let out a soft groan as she rolled out of bed and padded clumsily towards her bathroom.
As she stood in front of the toilet, she let out a deep sigh and pushed down her pajama bottoms, exposing her plump ass to the cool air. The coolness was pleasant, but it didn't do anything to alleviate the pressure in her bladder. With a grunt, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat and gripped the sides of the bowl tightly. The relief was instantaneous as she let out a torrent of piss, its smell filling the small room. The hissing sound of the urine hitting the water was soothing, almost hypnotic.
Her piss flowed steadily for what felt like an eternity before finally slowing to a trickle and stopping altogether. She let out another deep sigh, feeling the tension in her bladder finally begin to dissipate. After a moment, she used a wad of toilet paper to clean herself up and rose unsteadily to her feet.
Erica blinked as she took in her reflection in the mirror. Her usually tidy bun was now undone, with strands of hair sticking up at odd angles. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, but there was something else there too. A sense of satisfaction, of accomplishment that she couldn't quite place.
With a shrug, she pushed those thoughts aside and made her way back to her bedroom. There, on the bed where she had left him last night, lay her shit slave. His head was buried in his own scent glands, already soiling himself in eager anticipation of what was to come. Erica smiled to herself as she climbed onto the bed and lowered herself onto his sticky face, feeling the warmth of his breath and the familiar taste of his own scent on her tongue.
As she rode him, savoring the sensation of being in control while also giving him what he longed for, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She was running out of pleasurable things for him to consume. Soon, there would be nothing left but his own body - if she even let him go that far. The thought made her feel both excited and anxious, and she pushed it aside as she continued to grind her ass into his face.
With a final gush, Erica released her bowel movement into her shit slave's eager mouth. He groaned in ecstasy, his tongue tracing the insides of her asshole as he savored the taste of his own cum mixed with her feces. She pulled away and pushed him roughly away from her, watching with morbid curiosity as he stuffed his mouth full of her shit and swallowed greedily.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Erica's heart skipped a beat as she quickly wiped herself off and pulled up her pajama pants. "Erica," came a muffled voice from the other side of the door, "breakfast is ready." She took a deep breath and steeled herself before opening the door to reveal her mother, eyes trained on the messy bed behind her daughter.
"Morning, mom," she said brightly, trying not to appear too guilty. "I'm starving - let's go eat." Without another word, she walked quickly past her mother and into the kitchen, the taste of shit still lingering on her tongue.
