Ellie woke up early in the morning, her eyes still half-closed as she dragged herself out of bed. The day ahead was already taking its toll on her, but there was one daily chore she had to attend to before starting anything else: taking care of her morning business.
As she shuffled towards her bathroom, Ellie's bare feet slapped against the cold tile floor. She couldn't wait to get the whole thing over with; it always felt so much more pleasurable when done and dusted. Stepping into the spacious bathroom, she glanced over at her pee tub - a large rectangular vessel that she had filled on countless occasions.
Dropping her robe to the floor, she reveled in the cool breeze that tickled her skin. There was something about being naked that made her feel so free and uninhibited; it was almost like she was ready to take on anything that the day might throw at her. With a sigh of contentment, she began peeing into the tub.
At first, it was just a trickle - barely enough to wet the surface of the water - but as her bladder emptied itself, the stream grew stronger and more forceful. Ellie closed her eyes, reveling in the sweet sensation of relief washing over her. She listened to the sound of her own urine hitting the side of the tub, creating small splashes that echoed around the room.
After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, Ellie finally stopped peeing. She stepped back from the tub, admiring the results of her efforts: a sizeable puddle of golden-brown liquid covered almost the entire surface. She smiled to herself - nothing quite hit the spot like a nice big morning piss.
Next on the agenda was her shit chore. Grabbing a fresh toilet paper roll from the holder, she positioned herself on the toilet seat and began to make her way through breakfast. As she chewed and swallowed, she couldn't help but feel her insides shifting - she knew what was coming next.
Finally, the moment arrived: a warm sensation spread throughout her abdomen, signaling that it was time to empty herself. She took a deep breath and let out a loud moan of pleasure as she felt her bowels give way. A long, thick turd slid out of her anus, plopping into the water with a satisfying splash.
Ellie watched as the water rippled and churned around the turd, which was now floating lazily on the surface. She felt a rush of pride and satisfaction wash over her - nothing quite beat the feeling of a job well done. With a mischievous grin on her face, she reached back into her gaping asshole, grabbing hold of another piece of shit.
Holding it up for your view, she wiggled it back and forth, taunting you with its filthiness. She giggled as you squirmed under her gaze and then, without any warning, she thrust the dirty turd back into her anus. After a few moments of gyrating her hips, she pulled it out once more, coated in a thick layer of shit.
Ellie couldn't help but marvel at the mess she had created. She slowly lowered herself back onto the toilet seat, allowing her body weight to push the remaining turds deeper into the water. As she sat there, she felt a wave of joy wash over her: she had succeeded yet again in satisfying her own unique desires.
With one final look out of the corner of her eye at her shitty creation, Ellie flushed the toilet, sending the water and mountain of excrement swirling away into oblivion. She stood up, grabbed the soap dispenser, and began washing her hands. As she lathered them up, she let out a deep breath and prepared herself for whatever the rest of the day might throw at her.
