[Image of a busty woman wearing tight grey sport pants, her big round ass cheeks bulging with feces]
Angel looked over her shoulder nervously as she waited for the elevator to reach her floor. Her heart was racing, and she could feel the thick mass of shit pressing against her pants, threatening to escape from the tight elastic waistband with each step she took. She couldn't believe she was actually about to do this - what was wrong with her?
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Angel forced herself to walk casually, trying not to draw too much attention to her swollen crotch, as she stepped out onto her floor. She headed towards her apartment, her nipples hard under her bra, and her mind racing with thoughts of what would happen when she finally got home.
As soon as she was inside, she shut and locked the door behind her, then rushed into the bathroom, unable to contain her excitement any longer. She pulled down her pants, revealing her massive load, and flushed the toilet before sitting down, her heart pounding in anticipation. The feeling of the warm water against her buttocks made her gasp, and she let out a low moan as she began to push, feeling the cool air on her bare skin contrasting with the heat of her ass and the increasing pressure within her.
With a wet, splattering sound, the first turd shot out of her asshole, hitting the water with a loud splash that echoed in the small bathroom. Angel let out a long, low sigh of relief as the pressure began to ease, then reached down between her legs to masturbate herself, watching in fascination as the diarrhea continued to gush out of her gaping hole.
Scoop after scoop of thick, smelly shit coated her fingers as she rubbed herself, and she moaned with each delicious wave of pleasure that coursed through her body. Angel lost track of time, lost in the haze of her own arousal, and it wasn't until she felt a cool trickle of water running down her leg that she realized she had filled the bathtub with her own shit.
Looking down at the disgusting mess she had created, a mix of exhilaration and shame coursing through her veins, Angel made her way to the shower. She turned on the water, stepping in under the stream of hot water that felt so good against her dirty skin, and let out a long, shuddering moan as the feelings of dirtiness and filth were finally washed away.
As she stood there, lathering up her sagging body with soap, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to stop this dangerous, dirty habit. Would she always be drawn to the feeling of pushing out enormous turds, feeling them coating her skin and filling up the room around her? Would she always crave the erotic pleasure that came from sharing her most intimate moments with the world?
For now, though, she would just enjoy the moment, soaking up the feel of the hot water on her skin, and reminding herself of just how naughty she could be.
