Love to Shit Girls - Satin Messy Pants

Oxana stepped out of her bedroom, wearing a pair of silky satin pants that hugged her curves in all the right places. She was on her way to meet her boyfriend for dinner, but something about these pants just didn't feel right. They were too tight, and as she walked down the stairs, she felt a familiar sensation - the urge to shit. She tried to ignore it, but it was getting harder and harder. She sat down on the couch, feeling the warmth spread through her lower abdomen. She reached her hand down, hoping to feel some relief, but all she found was more poop. It was already starting to overflow from her asshole and down her thighs. Desperate now, she stood up and made her way back up the stairs. Once in her room, she shut the door, closing herself off from the rest of the world. She knew what she had to do. She yanked down her pants and underwear, finally freeing her body from the torturous bind. She could feel the warm, sticky mess on her fingers as she wiped herself clean. But it wasn't enough. The need to let go, to empty her bowels entirely was too strong. She squatted over the edge of her bed, feeling her legs tremble as she pushed the last of the resistances out of her. It didn't take long before the room was filled with the sickly sweet smell of her shit and pee. She looked down at her hands, covered in her own filth, a look of disgust and arousal flashing across her face. She hadn't meant to do this, but there was something about feeling so dirty and shameful that turned her on. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she reached down and started to play with the mess on her panties. She grimaced as she rubbed it between her fingers, letting out little whimpers of pleasure at the same time. It wasn't long before she couldn't resist any longer - she had to touch herself. With her free hand, she reached into her pile of filth and brought out a globby mass of her own shit. She started to rub it against her clit, feeling the warmth spread through her body. With each passing moment, the taboo of it all seemed to intensify her arousal. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She collapsed onto her bed, her body shaking with waves of pleasure. She looked down at her stained satin pants, a wide grin spreading across her face. She may have messed up tonight, but she'd never felt so alive.