Mary locked herself in the bathroom, her heart racing with excitement. She couldn't believe what she was about to do, but the thought of it turned her on like nothing else. She looked down at her tight black yoga pants, feeling a bulge forming between her legs.
She breathed in slowly, trying to calm her nerves, before pulling her phone out of her pocket. She scrolled through her contacts, her fingers trembling slightly, until she found the number she was looking for. She took a deep breath and punched in the digits.
"Hey," came the voice on the other end of the line. It was deep and assured. It was the voice of a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and Mary could hear it in his tone.
"I'm ready," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She could already feel the warmth of her own body, the anticipation of what was to come.
"Good girl," the man on the other end of the line purred. "Now let me hear it."
Mary wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she didn't have to wait long for him to clarify. "Go on, Mary," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to hear that beautiful sound of your shit filling up your pants."
Mary's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame even as her arousal grew. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't resist the man's voice. She closed her eyes, trying to block out everything except the sensation building inside her.
And then, she felt it. A wave of heat rushed up through her body, and she knew that she had to let it out. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling the tension release from her body. Then, she moaned loudly as the first chunk of shit burst from her anus and fell into her pants with a soft wet sound.
The man on the other end of the line moaned in appreciation. "Fuck, that's hot," he groaned. "Keep going, Mary. Let it all out."
Mary didn't need any encouragement. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the sensation, the heat building up inside her, begging to be released. She let out another moan as another wave of shit forced its way out of her body and into her pants.
This time, she could feel it sloshing around inside her pants, warm and wet and disgusting. But it was also arousing her in a way she'd never experienced before. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by the filthy, taboo act of shitting herself.
"That's it, Mary," the man on the other end of the line murmured. "You're such a dirty girl. You love feeling your shit inside you, don't you?"
Mary gasped as another surge of shit filled her pants, pressing against her aching crotch. "Yes," she moaned, her fingers digging into the counter behind her. "I... I love it."
The man chuckled darkly. "I can tell you do. Now keep going. Let your pants fill up with your own filth."
And Mary did. She kept going, losing herself in the sensation of shitting herself, of feeling her body release its waste into her pants. She moaned and groaned and cursed herself for being so damn dirty, but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to.
Finally, she felt like she couldn't take any more. She leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel the bulge in her pants, the weight of her own shit pressing against her skin.
"You're such a dirty little girl," the man on the other end of the line purred, his voice dark and threatening. "Why do you enjoy this so much?"
Mary bit her lip, feeling both ashamed and aroused by the question. "I don't know," she whispered. "I just... I love feeling so full."
The man chuckled again, low and menacing. "Well, maybe next time we'll find out just how full you can get."
With that, he hung up, leaving Mary alone in the bathroom, her heart pounding with excitement and filth. She knew she'd never forget this moment, the thrill of shitting herself and loving every disgusting second of it. And she knew she'd be back for more, no matter how ashamed or aroused she might feel.
