Michiko was always careful about her bowel movements. She knew that everyone poops, but she also knew that not everyone enjoys sharing their personal hygiene rituals online. Despite her reservations, she found herself in front of the mirror with her phone pointed at the action below. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, but something deep inside her urged her on.
She had been feeling a little gassy all day, but she thought nothing of it. As she started to strip down to her comfortable cotton underwear, she realized that maybe it wasn't just gas after all. "Oh no, this isn't going to be pretty," Michiko thought to herself as she positioned her phone on the vanity next to her. She knew that once she started this, there was no turning back.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat and let out a small sigh. Her cheeks instantly turned red with embarrassment but also excitement. As she started to push, she could feel the pressure building inside her. It felt strange, almost pleasurable in a way. With each push, she could feel her bottom moving closer and closer to the edge of the toilet seat.
She gripped the sides of the toilet with white knuckles, her breath coming in short, quick gasps. She could see herself in the mirror, her breasts heaving as she struggled to contain her emotions. Then, with a loud, wet pop! the dam broke, and Michiko's first proper poop on camera began.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing, but there it was - a nice, juicy turd sliding out of her tight little asshole and into the waiting toilet water. She was both mortified and aroused by the sight, and instinctively leaned forward to get a closer look. Her phone shook slightly in her hands as she managed to capture every stretch and squish of her massive poop from every angle.
As the last bits of her defecation slid into the water, Michiko couldn't help but feel a sense of release. She had always been curious about what her poop looked like, but never had she imagined that she would be the one to find out. With a deep breath, she slowly stood up and reached for a wad of toilet paper. Her fingers trembled as she cleaned up as much as she could, trying not to think about the mess she had just made.
When she was finished, Michiko couldn't bring herself to look at the camera anymore. She turned it off and buried her face in her hands, trying to process what had just happened. It was over for now, but she knew that the thoughts, the feelings, and the desire to do it all again would linger within her for a long time to come.
