Kitty Skatt - Wearing my thong dirty after a thick shit

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon, and Kitty Skatt was feeling a bit naughty. Her bladder was already full before she left the house, but she also felt the pleasure of a thick log of fecal matter, sitting deep in her rectum. As she walked to her destination, she could feel her constipated bowels stretching and contracting in anticipation of the release that was soon to come.

When she arrived, she quickly found a bathroom and headed inside. She closed the door behind her, her heart racing with excitement as she looked down at her body. She was wearing a thong, and the sight of it already slightly twisted and darkened from her own fecal matter was making her even more aroused. Without thinking, she pulled the thong to the side and started to empty her bladder. She couldn't help but smile as she did so, savoring the feeling of the hot piss pouring out of her and onto the toilet seat.

As she finished pissing, she could feel her anus starting to stretch wide. She knew what was coming next, and it filled her with a sense of delightful filth. Slowly, she pushed out the thick log of shit, feeling it stretch her sphincter to its limits. It was an intense feeling, one that made her moan softly as she finally dragged herself away from the toilet and looked at her handiwork.

Her toilet was now filled with a large pile of soft, steaming feces, and she couldn't help but grin at the thought of what her fans would say. She turned off the water and reached down to pull her filthy thong back up, feeling the cool air hit her soggy hole as she did so. Without wiping herself clean, she straightened up and smoothed out her skirt, taking a moment to admire herself in the mirror.

Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and there was a sickly-sweet smell wafting around her. She knew that she looked dirty, and she loved it. With one last glance at her reflection, she opened the door and stepped out into the world, her perfectly-shaped buttcheeks clenching and releasing as she walked, leaving a trail of watermarks on her thong.

Outside, the world went on as normal, but Kitty Skatt was basking in her own filth. She couldn't wait to get home and wash off all the evidence, but for now, she was going to revel in her naughty, scat-loving fantasy. The taste of her own feces was already starting to grow on her, and she knew that she had another big dump waiting for her when she got home. She skipped down the street, her perky tits bouncing in her bra, completely unaware of the dirty thoughts she was stirring up in all the men who watched her pass by.

And so, Kitty Skatt continued her day, her mind filled with dirty thoughts and her body aching for release. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but the rush of pleasure she felt was far too intense to ignore. As the day wore on, she grew more and more aroused, her thoughts turning blacker and more depraved. She couldn't wait to get home and give in to her filthy desires, promising herself that she would write about it all later, just for her fans.