It had been six long days since Scat Goddess Amanda's intense session with her toilet-loving slave, Black D. The experience had left her incredibly full and tight, and Amanda could feel the weight of her unyielding turd balls pressing against her insides. She had tried to relieve herself several times during this period but was unsuccessful, much to her discomfort.
As she prepared to journey to visit some friends for Thanksgiving, she couldn't help but feel the constant gnawing in her gut. Her asshole was stretched and sore from the constant pressure, and she knew that the holiday feast would only exacerbate the issue. The meal was an indulgent affair, with mouthwatering dishes like turkey, ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, sweet potato casserole, corn, cranberry jelly, and pecan pie gracing the table. Amanda savored every bite, but her hunger was not just for food. Her body craved release as well.
By the time midnight rolled around, she just couldn't take it anymore. Excusing herself from the gathering, she slipped into the guest bathroom, steeling herself for what was to come. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath, focusing all her energy on emptying her bowels. Finishing her meal had already loosened things up a bit, but there was still more to come. With considerable effort, she pushed and strained until at last, a small collection of firm poop balls began to ooze out of her swollen asshole.
Relief washed over her as the first one emerged, followed by several more. They were small but packed with intensity—a testament to just how full she truly was. She grunted with effort as they slid out one by one, coating her fingers in a sticky paste of her own filth. Finally, she felt somewhat lighter. Her asshole still ached, but it was no longer unbearably tight. She cleaned herself up as best she could, knowing that the task wasn't quite over yet.
When she returned home the next evening, she could feel the familiar pressure building again. It was clear that her body hadn't fully disposed of everything from the feast. Amanda headed straight to the bathroom, preparing for another round. Once again, she pushed and squirmed, coating her fingers in a fresh layer of poop as she struggled to empty her bowels. It wasn't easy, but she persisted until she was certain she had removed everything. Her asshole was sore and almost swollen shut from the ordeal, but at least she could rest easy now.
Yet even in her exhaustion, there was an undeniable sense of satisfaction. Amanda revelled in the power she held over her body, the way it obeyed her every command—even if that meant filling itself up and emptying itself on cue. She couldn't help but wonder what else it would be capable of. With a wicked grin, she stepped out of the bathroom, ready for whatever came next.
