Rena sat on the edge of the bathtub, her heart racing. She was in desperate need of relief, not just from the discomfort in her bowels but from the pressure building up between her legs. Her long, elegant fingers trembled as she lifted the thin fabric of her white panties, revealing her swollen, wet pussy to the cool evening air.
She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself as she slid two fingers inside the tight folds of her labia. Her head thrashed from side to side, her long, brown hair cascading over her slender shoulders like a waterfall. Her palms began to sweat, and she felt the familiar warmth spreading through her lower abdomen.
"Oh shit," she moaned. "It's happening again."
Her fingers were coated in her own wetness now, and yet the pressure was still building, pushing against her bladder and forcing droplets of urine into the cool water that lapped against her thighs. She squirmed in her seat, trying to find a position that would ease the painful cramping in her bowels.
She knew she shouldn't be here, that she was desperately ill, but she couldn't resist the need to feel something other than the constant ache in her gut. The heat between her legs grew stronger, and she felt herself inching closer to the edge of the tub, her hips thrusting upward in time with the rhythmic contractions of her bowels.
"Oh god, don't stop," she whimpered, even as she felt a wave of nausea rising up inside her.
But it was too late. The pressure built to a crescendo, and suddenly she was doubled over, clutching her stomach as hot, vilent diarrhea exploded from her tight asshole. She felt the warm, slimy substance coat the insides of her thighs and flow down her legs into the water, mixing with her urine.
"Noooo!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. "Please, god, no more."
But there was no escape. The cramps intensified, rippling through her body like electric shocks. She could feel the hot, foul liquid filling her bowels, pushing and shoving its way out of her body. And with each wave of agony came a fresh rush of heat between her legs, unexpected and unwelcome.
Rena sobbed and shook, her body wracked with spasms that seemed to go on forever. And when it was finally over, when the last foul smelling turd had slid out of her anus, she was left exhausted, ashamed, and yet strangely aroused. Her fingers still tingled from the touch of her own wetness, and there was a dull ache between her legs that wouldn't go away.
Slowly, she pulled herself together, using the bath-towel to wipe the mess from her legs. She knew she needed help, that she couldn't go on like this. But as she stood there, naked and vulnerable, she couldn't help but wonder if she had just discovered a dark, dangerous part of herself.
