HennaTheGoddess - Shitty Grey Spandex

HennaTheGoddess stepped out onto the stage, her body illuminated by the bright spotlight above. She was dressed in the tightest, shiniest grey spandex outfit, which clung to every inch of her voluptuous figure. As she began to dance, she quickly revealed another secret - there was already a bulge in the crotch area of her spandex, growing larger with every languid move. It was a lump of feces, and it was clear that HennaTheGoddess had worn the outfit despite the fact that she'd already filled it with her shit. The gangly beauty grinned wickedly as she strutted closer to the camera, watching the disgust and arousal flash across your face. She chuckled, her full red lips forming a seductive pout. "Oops, did I forget to mention?" She teased, running a delicate hand over the bulge in her crotch. "I shit in my spandex before I even got here tonight. Isn't it just too perfect?" Her long, curvy legs trembled slightly as she pushed herself up onto the tips of her high heels, sending a jolt through her full hips and ass. The shit inside her spandex continued to expand, pressing against the fabric and making strange squelching noises. You found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the obscene sight, even as you felt your stomach churning protest. "Can you feel it?" Henna purred, clearly enjoying the power she held over you. "Feel the warmth and weight of my shit filling up this tight little outfit? Isn't it just...irresistible?" She leaned closer still, until their bodies were inches apart. She could feel your breath hot on her neck, and her hands slid gently down to the crotch of her spandex - pushing into the bulge that was rapidly becoming too large to contain. With a satisfied moan, she began to gently massage the shit between her fingers. "Mmm...it's still warm," she cooed, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "And it smells so good...I can't wait to unload all of this lovely shit right into your face." As if in response to her words, the spandex material suddenly gave way beneath her questing hand. A long, stringy strand of wet, steaming feces stretched out between them - and then another, and another. It was like watching a string of black pearls pour from her fingers, each one coated in the silky slime of HennaTheGoddess's shit. With a laugh, she tossed the final, glistening turd straight into your waiting mouth. You could feel it slide down your throat, warm and viscous, as she leaned in once again and whispered in your ear. "That's just a taste of what's to come," she promised, her voice low and seductive. "Get ready to feast on all of my shit - and love it." And with that, she turned and sauntered away, leaving you reeling and aching with desire for more of her irresistible filth.