As the sun peeked through the blinds, Ellie, a 35-year-old married British woman with two children, woke up slowly from her slumber. Stretching lazily, she felt a sudden urge to relieve herself—both her bowels and bladder were full to the brim. The thought of heading to the bathroom immediately made her heart race with anticipation. Her thick ass, which had given birth to her children, felt especially heavy this morning as she slid out of bed and padded barefoot towards the bathroom.
Her sleep-mussed hair and nightgown did little to hide the fact that she was aroused by the situation; after all, there was something about using the bathroom while knowing someone might catch you that turned her on in ways she couldn't explain. Her hand slipped between her legs, fingers finding their way into the wetness between her thighs as she approached the loo. She felt herself grow even wetter at the thought of what was to come.
The cool tile of the bathroom floor brought her back to reality as she removed her nightgown, revealing her ample breasts to the morning air. She smiled to herself, knowing that later she would blush at the memory of being so brazen. But right now, all she could think about was getting her morning dump out of the way. With that thought in mind, she lowered herself onto the cold toilet seat and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her milky white anus.
Ellie giggled to herself as she stuck one finger inside her tight hole, massaging her prostate gland with slow, deliberate strokes. It felt so good to be dirty in this way—almost naughty. She clenched and unclenched her buttocks around her finger, moaning softly as she began to feel the pressure build up inside her. She was taking her time, knowing that once she filled up the tray with her fresh deposit, she would have to clean up and go about her day.
A soft gush of pee filled the bowl before her, and she relaxed a bit, enjoying the warmth spreading through her body as she let go. Her stream seemed to go on forever, hitting the water with a soft ssplash as she let out a sigh of relief. Finally, she maneuvered her pile-driver of a turd out of her rectum and onto the waiting tray, using her hands to shape it into a neat little mound. She grinned at the sight of her morning gift, admiring her own handiwork for a moment before moving on to the next task.
Using the toilet paper, she wiped herself clean, taking care not to miss any spot. The feeling of the rough paper rubbing against her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine. Once satisfied that she was clean, she tossed the used toilet paper into the nearby trash can and picked up the tray. It was time to show off her hard work.
With a soft click, she snapped a photo of her freshly-made gift—it was a fine example of British chocolate, coiled up in a perfect spiral formation. She couldn't wait to show it off to her secret admirer (whoever he or she may be). She took a deep breath, her heart racing with excitement as she texted the photo over, eagerly awaiting their response.
The moment of anticipation was short-lived as her phone buzzed in her hand. A quick glance at the screen made her blush—they loved it! A wave of pleasure washed over her, and for a brief moment, she considered keeping the tray on display all day. But then again, there was so much more fun to be had throughout the day...
