Double Trouble - Double Shitting

Abby and Anna, roommates with a secret fetish, found themselves in a predicament as they both needed to relieve themselves. The problem was, they only had one toilet. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue, but shitting and scat were their thing, and with only one toilet, arguments would often ensue about who got to go first. Today, however, they decided to try something different. Instead of arguing or taking turns, they decided to sit together on the edge of their bathtub. After all, they reasoned, if something came out, it would just go into the toilet bowl anyway. So there was no need to worry about aiming properly.

As Abby and Anna positioned themselves on the edge of the bathtub, both began to feel the pressure in their bowels. They took deep breaths, trying to calm themselves and control their nervousness. Slowly but surely, their sphincters began to loosen up, and a warm sensation spread throughout their bodies. Abby was the first one to feel the urge to push. She leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on the floor for support, and gently pushed against her anus. At first, nothing happened. But then, suddenly, a long, thin turd began to emerge from her ass. It was followed by another, and then another, each one longer and thicker than the last. Abby's shit was flowing out of her in rapid succession, dangling from her ass and splattering onto the floor.

Anna watched in awe as her roommate's shit cascaded down her legs. She felt a twinge of jealousy, wishing she could also experience the release that Abby was feeling. But then, before she knew it, she felt the urge to push as well. She mimicked Abby's position, leaning forward and pushing against her anus. At first, nothing happened. Then, just as Abby had done, a small turd emerged from her asshole. It was quickly followed by another, and another, each one smaller but more frequent than Abby's shit. Anna's shit was coming out in a steady stream, filling up the air with a soft farty sputter.

As they continued to push against each other, Anna began to notice that something wasn't quite right. Her shit wasn't coming out as easily as it usually did. She was straining with all her might, but still, nothing more than a small trickle was emerging from her ass. Meanwhile, Abby was still going strong, piling up messy wads of toilet paper on the floor as she tried to clean herself up. Anna began to feel embarrassed, wishing that she could just disappear for a moment and let her roommate finish in peace.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Anna's body gave one last push, sending the last bits of shit flying out of her asshole. She let out a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she looked over at Abby.

To her surprise, Abby seemed to be struggling as well. She was still pushing against her anus, but nothing was coming out. "Are you okay?" Anna asked, worry creeping into her voice. Abby shook her head, looking flustered and embarrassed. "I just can't seem to get it all out," she muttered, glancing down at the messy pile of toilet paper at her feet.

Anna felt a pang of sympathy for her roommate. She knew what it was like to feel blocked up like that. Slowly, she slid off the edge of the tub and knelt down next to Abby. "Here," she said, handing her a fresh roll of toilet paper. "Maybe this will help." Together, they cleaned up the mess they had made, leaning against each other for support. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but there was something strangely intimate about it as well.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they were both finished. They sat back on the edge of the tub, catching their breath and wiping the sweat from their brows. "Well," Anna said, trying to break the silence. "That was... interesting." Abby laughed softly, nodding her head in agreement. They both knew that they had crossed a line tonight, but somehow, it had felt right. It was as though they had shared something deeply personal, something that bound them together in a way that nothing else could.

From that day forward, their shitting sessions became even more frequent, and they even began to experiment with new positions and techniques. But no matter how wild their sessions got, they always knew that they could turn to each other for support and understanding. Because, after all, they were in this together.