Atsuya had always been a bit on the fragile side, and lately, she'd been feeling even worse. Her once-vibrant nature had faded, replaced by a more withdrawn and solemn one. It wasn't surprising, given how frequently she found herself in the bathroom most days, frantically trying to ease her discomfort. Her usually neat attire was often marred by dark stains on her underwear, a telltale sign of her persistent malady.
Today's visit was no different. Her normally pale face was twisted in pain as she gripped the sides of the bowl, her knuckles turning white. She had been in there for quite some time now, and yet she seemed unable to find any relief. The sound of water filling the bowl seemed to intensify her agony, echoing through the small room like a haunting melody.
I watched her from my hidden perch, my stomach growling in anticipation. I wasn't one to complain about her frequent bathroom visits; quite the contrary, in fact. More time meant more opportunities for me to feast on her treasures. And oh, how I loved the taste of her excrement! The tangy and sweet aroma filled the air, making my mouth water uncontrollably.
Atsuya's butthole was a sight to behold. Raw and swollen from all the wiping, it was a mix of pink and red tones that contrasted starkly against her pale skin. There was something so primeval yet alluring about it, like an open wound that oozed promise. It was like a beacon, calling to me, drawing me closer with each passing moment.
She finally sat up straight, her expression bearing the weight of her struggle. With a loud grunt, she pushed herself off the toilet, her face contorting in pain as she tried to maintain her balance. Her butt was a testament to her torment, a sickly looking turd protruding from her anus, still refusing to be expelled.
Her butthole blossomed wide, its tight ring of muscles struggling to contain the stubborn turd. It was a mesmerizing sight, like watching a child try to squeeze out a watermelon through a straw. The anus was supposed to close off after emptying but not this time; it didn't want to let go.
Her face twisted once more, and I could see her resisting the urge to unload. She knew what she had to do, but it felt so unnatural to her, almost shameful. Her body trembled as she surrendered, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Finally, with a muffled cry, she let go, the shy turd sliding out of her bowels in one smooth motion.
It was a thing of beauty, glistening in the dim light of the bathroom. The contrast between its pale color and Atsuya's reddened anus was striking, almost ethereal. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her body swaying slightly as she braced herself against the counter.
A wave of satisfaction washed over me as I watched her, my stomach rumbling in anticipation. I knew what was coming next, and I couldn't wait. With a look of determination, I crept out of my hiding spot, my eyes fixed on the fresh treat before me.
"Hello, Atsuya," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's time for your—"
I never got to finish my sentence. Before I could reach her, she spun around, her face contorted with fear. For a split second, our eyes met, and then she bolted out of the room, leaving me alone with her shy turd.
