Scat Goddess Amanda - Bathtime Constipated

Scat Goddess Amanda stepped into the luxurious bathtub, her plump, round ass gleaming under the warm water. It had been four long, shitless days since she had last emptied her bowels, and her asshole was feeling increasingly tense and uncomfortable. As she settled herself in the water, her enormous breasts floated on the surface, tempting her to suckle them as she often did during her time of relaxation. But today was different; today was all about relieving the pressure in her constipated rectum.

Amanda began to wash herself meticulously, starting with her hair. She lathered up her scalp, feeling the suds slide down her body as she rinsed them off. Then she turned her attention to her shaved pussy, parting her plump, juicy lips and running her fingers over her sensitive clitoris. It was time to check her asshole for any traces of poop.

Amanda spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, pink asshole. She inserted one finger gently, feeling the knot of impacted shit at the entrance to her bowel. She widened her eyes in surprise; there were only tiny, hard pellets of shit inside her ass! How could this be? She thought she would be bursting at the seems. Nonetheless, she pulled out her finger and stuck it right into her mouth, savoring the taste of her own shit. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be completely filled up with her own poop, and she resolved to make that happen soon.

With a satisfied smile on her face, Amanda realized that she would have to find another way to entertain herself in the meantime. She moved her hand down between her legs, rubbing at her clitoris furiously as she slid two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. She moaned loudly, lost in the pleasure of her own touch. Her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt, coated in her own juices, as she continued to play with her sensitive nub. Soon, her hips bucked wildly, and she felt the first wave of orgasmic pleasure crash over her body. She bit her lower lip as the sensation intensified, every muscle in her body taut with pleasure.

When the waves of orgasm finally subsided, Amanda sat back in the tub, basking in the afterglow. She looked down at the small pile of shit-covered finger she had left on the rim of the tub, and grinned wickedly. She picked up the shit-smeared fingers and brought them to her mouth, cleaning them off with kisses. She smirked, knowing that the taste of her own shit was never quite enough; she was always searching for a way to push herself further, to find new ways to experience the thrill of her scatological fetish. And as she toweled herself dry and prepared for the day ahead, she couldn't wait to see what would come next.