Savannah toilet lover - Stomacache.. maybe is POO!

Savannah, a gorgeous and voluptuous housewife, found herself with a stomachache that just wouldn't go away. She had been pushing and pushing, but nothing seemed to give her any relief. The pain was unbearable as she tried various positions in the bathroom, but nothing seemed to work. With a disappointed sigh, she moved towards the only option left - the kitchen floor. As she knelt down on the cold, hard floor, Savannah felt a strange sensation in her lower abdomen. It was as if something was trying to escape from deep within her. She couldn't control her body anymore. She started pushing harder, grunting in pain but also in anticipation of what was about to happen. With one last push, Savannah felt a massive relief wash over her. There it was - a huge, round lump slid out of her anus and plopped onto the floor. She stared in disbelief at the mess she had just made. It was more than just a stomachache; it was her poo! Feeling ashamed yet curiously aroused by her own actions, Savannah reached down to touch the steaming pile of feces with one finger. She rubbed it between her fingers, feeling the warmth and softness of it. She hadn't intended to pleasure herself this way, but somehow the thought of having her own poo touching her skin was incredibly arousing. Without thinking, Savannah dipped her finger into the pile and brought some of the slimy substance up to her lips. She tasted it cautiously, relishing the salty, earthy flavor that filled her mouth. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she kept going, using more of her finger to scoop up the poo and bring it closer to her mouth. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer. Savannah plunged her finger back into the pile and scooped out a generous helping of her own feces. She brought it up to her mouth once again, this time opening wide to take in as much of the poo as she could. She moaned in ecstasy as it touched her tongue, the sensation overwhelming her senses. As she continued to taste her own poo, Savannah felt a strange connection to the act. She realized that this was something she had never explored before, but now that she had, she couldn't get enough of it. She scooped up more of the warm, gooey mess and made a face, eager to see how it would taste mixed together. By the end of it all, Savannah was covered in her own filth - a proud toilet slave who had finally discovered the pleasure hidden within her own bowels. She smiled to herself, realizing that this was a side of her she never knew existed. Maybe there was more to life - and toilets - than she ever thought possible.