Love to Shit Girls - Smelly Cotton Panties

Sitting on the edge of her bed, the girl smirked as she gazed down at her smelly cotton panties. Her thick, meaty ass cheeks spread apart, exposing the worn-out fabric that clung to her body, drenched in her own nectar. She lifted one of her plump cheeks, revealing the dark, moist stain left on the panties from her recent session of obedience training. The scent wafted up, filling her nose with the intoxicating aroma of her own waste. It was a smell she loved, and it made her heart race with excitement.

She reached down and slowly pulled the filthy panties aside, exposing her puckered asshole to the cool air. The stench intensified, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she savored the aroma. She felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body as she realized she had become addicted to this smell. It was the only thing that excited her now. Nothing else compared to the scent of her own excrement.

She reached into the soggy mess between her legs and began to rub her clit, her other hand still holding the soiled panties aside. As she brought herself closer to orgasm, the smell became almost unbearable. But she didn't care. She needed this release. With a fierce grunt, she came, her muscles tensing up as she pushed her thick load of cum out of her pussy and into the waiting panties. The scent was overwhelming, and she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily.

After catching her breath, she reached for her phone and typed out a message to her online community. "Best fucking day ever!" she wrote, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she detailed her latest adventure. She hit send and waited eagerly for the likes and comments to come in. It was thrilling to share her darkest desires with others who understood and even celebrated them.

As she lay there, her mind wandering to all the things she could do with her smelly panties, she realized that she had truly become one of them. One of the girls who loved to shit, and she couldn't imagine living any other way.

Reaching down, she lifted up the edges of her panties and brought them up to her face, inhaling deeply. The putrid stench filled her nostrils, and she smiled, knowing that she would never get enough of it. This was who she was now: Love to Shit Girls, and proud of it.