Love to Shit Girls - 1 Kg Bulge In Panties

The sun was just beginning to rise over the city, casting a soft glow on the horizon. Within my cozy apartment, I lay curled up in bed, my mind drifting to the events of the previous night. As I recalled the lustful thoughts and sensations that had coursed through my body, my stomach began to churn uncomfortably. I shifted uncomfortably beneath the soft sheets, trying to ignore the growing heaviness in my lower abdomen.

It was true - I had indulged myself over the past four days, consuming far more rich foods than my body was used to. Now, as my intestines groaned in protest and my bowels rumbled ominously, I knew it was time to pay the piper. Slowly, I sat up in bed, my belly protruding grotesquely beneath my nightgown. I reached down between my legs, fingers trembling with anticipation and apprehension as they brushed against the outline of the massive turd pressing against my panties.

Gingerly, I stood up, the weight of my bulge causing my hips to sway dangerously from side to side. With each step, I could feel the warm, squelching mass of my shit shift and press against my skin, sending shivers of delight racing up my spine. I made my way slowly towards the bathroom, savoring every moment of anticipation as the moment of release drew nearer.

At last, I reached the bathroom door and pushed it open, stepping inside and closing my eyes in blissful relief as I released my massive load into my panties. The hot, sticky splatter on my skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I moaned softly, my hips jerking involuntarily as another wave of shit forced its way out of my body.

The smell was intoxicating - rich and earthy, with just a hint of sweetness that made me hungry for more. I stood there, savoring every moment, before finally tearing off my soiled panties and flushing the evidence of my depravity down the toilet. Exhausted but sated, I collapsed onto the bathroom floor, my belly still heavy and warm with the memory of my shameful, glorious act of self-indulgence.

As my breathing began to slow, I found myself growing aroused once more. My mind drifted back to the sensations of my limp cock pressing against the cool, damp fabric of my panties, struggling to contain my rising lust. I knew that I would need to release this energy somehow - and the thought of doing so, of exposing myself to another's delight in my filth, only fueled the fire within me.

With a shiver of anticipation, I stood up and made my way back to my computer, where I logged onto my favorite scat fetish site. As I browsed through the posts, my heart raced with excitement at the thought of sharing my latest exploits with the others who lived on the fringes of society's acceptability. And finally, with trembling fingers, I composed my own message, describing in lurid detail the events of the past few hours and the shameful pleasure I had derived from them.

I clicked "Submit" and waited, my heart pounding with anticipation. Within minutes, the notifications began to pour in - messages of approval, encouragement, and even envy from others like myself, who lived for the dark thrill of pushing their bodies and minds to the limits of depravity. As I read through the messages, my cock twitched once more in anticipation, and I knew that I would be exploring these dark desires for as long as I lived.