As I was shopping at my usual grocery store, my stomach started rumbling. I couldn't resist the smell of their fried chicken, always cooked to perfection. I grabbed a rotisserie chicken, and some other items, feeling satisfied with my choices. But then, without warning, my bladder decided it was time to empty itself. I excused myself and headed over to the women's restroom.
I locked the door behind me and lifted my long brown dress up over my hips, revealing my bare thighs. I pulled down my white cotton panties, and within seconds, warm urine was flowing out of my pussy. It felt so good to let it all go. As I relieved myself, something else began to fill me, a strange but satisfying feeling of my bowels loosening up. I pushed out a small turd, smearing it all over my puckered asshole. I couldn't help but smile as my body responded to the urge.
I cleaned myself up, flushed the toilet, and as I walked out of the stall, I couldn't resist giving my panties a quick sniff. The smell of my fresh urine mixed with the scent of my own feces was intoxicating. I imagined you, the person I was telling this story to, kneeling before me, your nose buried deep in my soiled undies.
Back in the store, I felt a pang of guilt. What was I thinking? I had just shat in the stall! But as I returned my cart to the deli section, I noticed that no one seemed to have cleaned it yet. I panicked, not wanting to lose my precious fried chicken. I approached the worker, a young guy with nothing better to do. "Excuse me," I said, my cheeks already flushed with embarrassment. "Could you please clean up that stall before it gets too dirty? I'm worried my chicken might get contaminated."
He obliged, a little confused but also a little amused. As he cleaned, I couldn't help but watch him work. His fingers dipped into my dirty bowl, slick with my urine and feces. He scooped up the mess and chucked it into the trash can. Then, he pulled out the plunger and cleared out the rest of the water. I bit my lip, imagining his strong arms pinning me down, forcing me to taste my own filth.
I paid for my chicken and hurried home, my heart racing with anticipation. The entire time, I kept thinking about how gross it was that I'd left my poop in the stall, hoping no one would find it. But also, I couldn't help but be turned on by the thought of playing with it later.
Once I got home, I couldn't resist. I pulled out the poo from my pocketbook and smudged it all over my face, my lips, my cheeks, and my eyelids. The taste was intoxicating, a heady blend of my own scents. I pulled it into my mouth, sucking on a small ball of my shit, sending shivers down my spine. I teased myself, running my fingers over my smeared asscrack as I licked my lips clean.
I couldn't wait to really play with it. I poured out the poop onto a plate and began to mold it, shaping it into different figures. I imagined you watching me, your eyes wide with fascination. And then, I took a fresh turd from my rectum, forming it into a long, thin sausage shape. With trembling hands, I placed it in my mouth, savoring the taste as it melted against my tongue.
Eventually, I grew too excited and hurried to my bedroom, spreading my legs wide. I inserted the poo-sausage into my pussy, feeling it stretch and lubricate my walls. As I began to ride it, my body shuddered with pleasure. The scent of my own filth was overwhelming, intoxicating, and I moaned louder than ever before. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, waves of ecstasy rippling through every inch of my body.
When it was over, I collapsed onto the bed, smearing the rest of my poo all over myself, feeling dirty and beautiful at the same time. And all the while, I imagined you watching, your face buried in the messy sheets, inhaling the scent of my shit-covered body.
Slowly, I calmed down, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. I realized that this was who I truly was - Scat Goddess Amanda, queen of all things dirty and taboo. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't wait for the next time I would be able to surprise you with another scat-filled adventure.
