Natalia Kapretti - I went to the shop and shit myself on the way

Natalia Kapretti was in a hurry. She had just finished her shift at the café and desperately needed some supplies from the store. As she hurried down the crowded street, she started to feel a familiar gurgling sensation in her gut. Oh no, not now, she thought to herself. Not when I'm already so late.

Her pace quickened, and the pressure on her bowels intensified. Natalia tried to focus on her breathing, but the urge to move her bowels was overwhelming. She felt a warm gush of diarrhea seeping into her panties, staining the fabric and causing a foul stench that filled the air around her. The smell was both repulsive and arousing.

By the time she reached the store, her underpants were soaked with excrement, and she could feel a fresh deposit pressing against the material, desperate to escape. She hurried inside, grabbed what she needed, and rushed to the checkout counter. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel the heat radiating off of her soiled underwear. As she reached into her purse to pay for her purchases, a long string of bright yellow diarrhea slipped out and dangled precariously from her fingers.

Natalia had no choice but to run home as fast as she could, her soiled panties rubbing against her thighs with every step. The unbearable pressure in her bowels forced her to walk as quickly as she could, and she could feel the warm seepage leaking out of her with every step. She could hardly wait to get home and release herself from this miserable state.

Finally, she reached her apartment and rushed to the bathroom, yanking her soiled underwear down to her ankles as she went. She stood there, her heart racing, as she took in the sight of her own diarrhea-smeared bottom. It amazed her how powerful this fetish was, how much she loved the sight and smell of her own feces. She couldn't help but grin as she lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her ass clenching and releasing in anticipation of the relief that was to come.

With one powerful push, Natalia sent a barrage of diarrhea streaming out of her body, filling the room with its foul stench. She watched, mesmerized, as the hot liquid coated the inside of the toilet bowl, and then she leaned forward, eagerly sniffing the noxious cloud of gas that rose up from her ass. It was intoxicating, like nothing she had ever smelled before. She felt herself growing wet between her legs, and she knew that she was going to have an orgasm from this bizarre, yet oh-so-arousing experience.

After several more moments of intense pleasure, Natalia finally managed to pull herself away from the toilet, her breathing heavy and her body trembling with anticipation. She reached for a roll of toilet paper and, with shaking hands, began to clean up the mess she had made. As she wiped away the evidence of her depravity, Natalia couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. She was a slave to her own bodily functions, but she was proud of it. And besides, it made her feel so damn good.