Scat Goddess Amanda - Turds Are Getting Thicker

Oh god, I can still feel that weight in my stomach, like there are still bricks left to push out. I groan, running my fingers through my hair as I approach the toilet. This morning's session was intense, but so satisfying - even after all these years, nothing compares to the feeling of finally emptying my bowels completely. I breathe in slowly, taking deep breaths as I position myself on the throne, feeling the cold porcelain against my skin. Eyeing down the glistening, white monster that awaits me below, I close my eyes and take another deep breath before leaning forward, releasing the heavy buildup deep within my gut.

The sound of rushing water fills the room as the force of my shit overwhelms the toilet, splashing against the sides and making small waves. My cheeks hollow as I push and strain, grunting in satisfaction with each thunderous thump that echoes throughout the bathroom. Finally, I can breathe, the pressure lifting from my gut just enough to allow me to raise my head and take stock of what I've just accomplished. I let out a long sigh, feeling the cool air against my flushed cheeks as I survey my work. Oh god, they're thick - shinier than before, almost glossy. Creamy strands of my soft, steaming faecal matter cling to each other, slowly sinking into the water below. It's so beautiful, so alluring - I can't help but lean forward slightly, watching as the last remnants of my shit disappear into the abyss below. My hand kneads compulsively against my stomach, trying to relieve the ache that still lingers from this morning's indulgence. I sigh again, feeling the warm water from the shower lapping at my back. My fingers slip between my soft folds, teasing at my clit as I mentally replay the sensation of pushing those massive turds from my body. The memory is almost enough to make me moan with pure, unadulterated delight - almost, but not quite. Slowly, I stand up, reaching out to steady myself against the cool tiles of the shower stall. The water flows over my skin, washing away the remnants of my morning routine. I linger here for a moment, savoring the delicious ache in my gut and the faint taste of shit on my tongue, before reaching down to wipe myself clean with a soft, fluffy towel. All too soon, the lingering aroma of my shit is replaced by the scent of my soap and shampoo, and I feel myself beginning to crave the next time I can sit on that cold, hard throne and empty myself anew.