As the morning sun poured in through the blinds, Annabelle awoke to the sound of gurgling coming from her pregnant belly. It was a familiar sound, one she had grown to love over these past few months. She rolled over in her queen-sized bed and let out a loud groan as her swollen belly pressed against the sheet. She was 9 months pregnant now and couldn't help but feel the weight of her unborn child pressing down on her bladder.
Deciding it was time to get up and face the day, Annabelle swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up slowly. The cool morning air hit her bare feet and she shivered slightly. Walking over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall, she wrapped her arms around herself, admiring her reflection. Her once flat stomach was now a distended sphere, covered only by a small patch of dark hair that had grown all over her.
The gurgling grew louder as she made her way towards the bathroom, filling the entire house with its primal rhythm. She could almost feel Jack's anticipation building inside him, like a dog waiting for its master's command. Jack was her devoted scat slave, and he loved nothing more than to witness Annabelle's struggle to defecate. He found it arousing, the way her ass would twitch and quiver as she strained to push the feces out.
Annabelle stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She stood there for a moment, hips swaying slightly as she listened to the music coming from her belly. With a loud sigh, she reached down and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight pink anus. The smell hit her instantly, a mixture of sweat and stale ass that always made her feel slightly nauseous. But it was also intoxicating, like a drug that made her crave more.
Slowly, she got down on all fours and crawled towards the toilet, her heavy breasts dragging along the cold tile floor. She settled herself onto the toilet seat, feeling the swell of her ass in the air. Suddenly, a rush of liquid poured out of her, filling the toilet bowl with a warm yellow stew. Annabelle let out a long moan of relief as she pushed the rest of the watery shit out of her.
The gurgling grew louder still as Annabelle grunted and strained to push out the solid matter. It felt like her insides were being shredded by a thousand razors, but she welcomed the pain. It was a sign that she was getting closer to her goal – filling Jack's world with the sweet scent of her shit.
At last, a thick sausage-like log broke free from her constricted asshole. It slid down her inner thigh, coating her skin in a viscous layer of mucus. Annabelle looked down at her own creation with pride, marveling at its size and shape. She let out a triumphant cry as she pushed out one last turd, smaller but no less satisfying.
Finally, with a groan of relief, Annabelle climbed off the toilet and stood up. She took a few moments to admire her handiwork, enjoying the scent that wafted up from her open cunt. It was a smell that Jack found irresistible, and he was waiting eagerly outside the bathroom door to receive his reward.
She opened the door slowly, letting out a cloud of steam along with a piercing wail. Jack was lying on the floor, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He looked up at Annabelle with eyes full of adoration and need. Without saying a word, she lowered herself onto his face, positioning herself so that he could get a good whiff of her stinky armpits and ass crack.
Jack eagerly lapped up the smell like it was the most delicious perfume in the world. And as Annabelle ground her swollen clit against his face, he couldn't help but moan in ecstasy. She finally pulled away, leaving a sticky trail of saliva and semen on his chin. Jack looked up at her with infinite gratitude before Cumming once again all over her sweet sausages.
