Love to Shit Girls - Richomond Wet Jeans

Goddess Richmond was on the hunt for a new pair of jeans, and she had a very specific purpose in mind. She loved the feel of her freshly shit-stained jeans rubbing against her sensitive skin as she went about her day. She enjoyed the tangy scent of her own waste clinging to her clothing, and the way it made her feel dirty and depraved. As she browsed through the racks at the mall, she couldn't help but fantasize about how much she would enjoy shitting herself in her new purchase, and how long she could make it last before giving in to the irresistible desire to wallow in her own filth.

After trying on countless pairs of jeans, she finally found a pair that was both comfortable and form-fitting. They were a faded blue that hugged her curves in all the right places, and she knew they would look great once they were covered in her shit. As she made her way to the checkout counter, she felt herself growing increasingly anxious. She couldn't wait to get home, change into her new jeans, and cover them in a thick layer of her own waste.

Once she got home, she quickly changed into her new jeans, hardly able to contain her excitement. She went straight to the bathroom, knowing that she wouldn't be able to hold her shit in for long. She positioned herself on the toilet and began to grind her ass against the porcelain, enjoying the way it rubbed against her sore, swollen anus. She couldn't wait to feel the warm, sticky rush of her shit flowing from her body and coating her new jeans.

She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the intense sensation that was about to consume her. She had never felt so turned on in her life. With a forceful contraction of her anal muscles, she released her first, massive turd into the toilet. It was a dark, gloppy mass that oozed down the sides of the bowl and plopped into the water below. She couldn't believe how much it turned her on to see her own shit filling up the toilet.

She continued to empty her bowels, one massive turd after another. Each one was filled with a foul stench that seemed to fuel her arousal even more. The warm, sticky coating of her own shit against her skin was driving her wild, and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to roll around in it for much longer.

Finally, she was satisfied. She sat there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her full, bloated belly, and the warm stream of liquid seeping into her crotch. She stood up slowly, taking a moment to admire the sight of her shit-covered jeans. She couldn't wait to get them dirty in even more sinful ways.

As she made her way to her bedroom, she knew exactly what she wanted to do next. She positioned herself over her dirty laundry basket, lowered her jeans, and began to take out her weighty load. She moaned loudly as her shit rained down onto the pile of dirty laundry below. She couldn't remember ever feeling so dirty or aroused in her life. This was exactly what she wanted.

Over the next few days, she found herself sinking deeper into her depraved fantasies. She spent hours rolling around in her own filth, enjoying the sensation of her waste coating every inch of her skin. She even found herself masturbating to the smell of her own feces, imagining how much dirtier she could get if someone else joined her in her fiendish pleasure.

To anyone who saw her, Goddess Richmond was a respectable woman with a seemingly normal life. But to those who knew the truth, she was a living legend, someone who could make even the most hardened members of the scat community blush. She was the epitome of filth, and she loved every second of it.