Soshi's face turned a light shade of purple as she strained in the bathroom, doing her best to relieve the agony that had been building up within her for days. She'd been too embarrassed to ask anyone for help and had resorted to self-medicating with fiber supplements, which only seemed to make the problem worse. Now, finally, she felt the pressure beginning to ease as the first few inches of the massive turdlog that had been gripping her insides so tightly emerged, squeaking against the porcelain bowl with an almost deafening echo.
Her heart rate quickened with every passing moment, fear and anticipation warring within her as she braced herself for more of the unyielding mass to force its way out. The muscles in her sphincter were screaming in protest, but she gritted her teeth and pushed on, wincing as the thick, smelly brown and dark green sludge continued its torturous journey up her rectum and out of her body.
The pain was intense – she could feel the large lump of shit tearing at her sensitive anal walls, forcing them apart like overripe fruit being crushed under a weight too heavy to bear. Each push sent waves of discomfort rippling through her abdomen, stomach acid bubbling up and threatening to make her gag once more. But still, she pressed on, determined to finally be rid of this monstrous load that had been tormenting her for so long.
Finally, with a loud, wet squelch, the last few inches of the turd were expelled from her body, leaving behind an awful, rancid stench that made her eyes water even more than before. She stayed there for a moment, panting heavily, heart racing as she leant forward and rested her elbows on her knees, trying to catch her breath and calm her racing thoughts. Even through the pain and discomfort, a small part of her felt relieved, gratified even – there was something so primal about emptying oneself so completely, exposing oneself so completely to another that it was almost... arousing.
And then, with a shudder, she remembered where she was – stuck in a brutally hot bathroom, her clothes filthy with sweat and god knows what else, covered in the smell of her own feces and the awful stink of desperation. She felt her stomach turn again at the thought, and forced herself to stand, reaching for a torn-off piece of toilet paper and using it to wipe herself as best she could before flushing the toilet.
The water swirled and burbled, but the stink lingered in the air, a constant reminder of what she'd just been through. And still, despite the disgust and revulsion she felt, there was something else there – something darker, more twisted – that made her wonder if maybe, just maybe, she'd enjoyed this a little too much.
