Amydirty - Smells and shit log in a glass

Amydirty groaned softly as she felt her bowels churning, desperate for release. The scent of her own shit was already filling the air, mingling with the musky scent of her aroused body. She couldn't resist the urge any longer, slowly unzipping her pants and pushing them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, standing there in nothing but her lacy bra and thong, her full breasts heaving slightly as she waited for the turmoil in her gut to subside. Finally, with a defeated sigh, she lowered her eyes to the glass she had placed on the floor beside her bed. It was a simple, square container, the type you might use to hold flowers, but it was now filled with something entirely different. As she watched, the pressure in her abdomen became almost unbearable, and with one hard push, a long, leafy, huge trunk of shit oozed from her gaping asshole and plopped into the waiting glass. The smell was super strong, like a combination of her vagina and asshole - almost intoxicating in its potency. Amydirty closed her eyes, savoring the scent for a moment before stepping back to look at her handiwork. The glass was now completely full, a solid mass of steaming feces, with tiny bubbles of gas swirling up towards the surface. She couldn't tear her eyes away from it, lost in the dark, visceral beauty of it all. Finally, she tore herself away, turning her back on the glass and heading for the bathroom. She knew that she needed to wash off the stink of her own filth, to cleanse herself of the indulgence that she had just experienced. As she stepped into the warm water, she could feel the comforting tug of the rubber duck in her grip, the clean scent of the soap bubbles contrasting sharply with the thick, cloying smell of her own shit. But even as she scrubbed herself clean, she couldn't help but wonder when she would feel the urge to indulge in this dirty, forbidden pleasure again. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and she found herself growing wet between her legs once again, despite the lingering smell of her shit. She understood then that this was not a simple fetish - it was a part of who she was, a way of expressing her darkest desires and deepest taboos. And she knew that she would never be truly clean until she embraced the filth within her.