Scat Goddess Amanda - The Perfect Log

I was sitting on the edge of my bathtub, my heart racing with anticipation. I had been eating an especially rich and indulgent meal, and I knew that my body was ready to expel the fruits of my labor. I slowly undid my belt buckle, letting my pants fall to the floor in a pool around my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and threw my shirt to the side, standing before you completely nude. I could feel the heat emanating from my tingling asshole, the warmth spreading through my entire body as I approached the toilet.

As I knelt down in front of the bowl, I took a deep breath, knowing what was about to happen. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the cool tiles of the floor for balance. My asshole clenched tightly, trying to hold back the oncoming torrent. "Come on, baby," I whispered to myself, "Let Mommy see what you've got."

And then it hit me, like a wave of pleasure washing over me. I felt the broad, thick head of the log pushing its way out of my ass. I gasped in delight as it slowly emerged, inch by beautiful inch. My eyes fixated on the sight of my own shit, as I reached out to grab it. The smooth, spherical shape of the log looked almost perfectly formed in my hands. I didn't dare to touch it with my tongue just yet.

I brought the log up to my face, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of my own shit. It was a heady aroma, stirring up memories and desires long forgotten. I gently placed one end of the log against my lips, feeling the cool, sleek surface against the warmth of my mouth. As I began to lick and suck on it, the taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

The walls of my ass began to pulse around the remaining tip of the log, almost as if it was begging for release. I pushed my head further down, taking as much of the log into my mouth as I could. My throat worked instinctively, trying to accommodate the thick, meaty length. I massaged my clit with one hand, the friction against my pussy driving me wild with pleasure. The sensation of my own shit filling my mouth, flowing down my throat was beyond anything I could have imagined.

The log finally slipped from my grasp as the rest of it emerged from my ass. I watched in fascination as my freshly-made turd wiggled its way across the tiles, leaving a gleaming trail of my shit behind it. I reached out and picked it up again, licking the remaining traces from my fingers. And then, without hesitation, I pushed the smooth, wet surface against my lips once more. The taste of my own shit filled my mouth, and I moaned in ecstasy as the first few tentative tastes turned into an unrestrained orgasm.

I collapsed onto the floor, my body trembling with the intensity of my climax. The log slipped from my grasp once more, but I didn't care. I was lost in the euphoria of my own filth, reveling in the feeling of being completely consumed by my own desires. I lay there, panting heavily, my asshole clenching and relaxing on its own accord, beckoning for more. This was what it meant to be a Scat Goddess - to worship at the altar of filth and find solace in the most taboo of all pleasures.

As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but glance down at the trail of shit leading away from me, a testament to my power and the ecstasy it brought. A smile spread across my face as I made my way over to the camera, my asshole still gleaming with promise, my whole body quivering with anticipation for what was to come next. Because for a Scat Goddess like me, there was no limit to the pleasure that could be found in the filthiest of all places - my own bowels.