Amydirty - Splattering stinky diarrhea in the bathroom

Amydirty sat on the cold, white toilet seat, her pounding heart echoing in her ears. The sound of her own breathing was deafening as she stared down at the toilet bowl in front of her. Her asshole was on fire from all the diarrhea that had been rushing out of her, but there was still more to come. She could feel it building up inside her, a nauseating mixture of feces and urine that threatened to overwhelm her. Slowly, she reached back and touched her anus, feeling the soft, yielding flesh beneath her fingers. A shudder ran through her body as she contemplated the mess she was about to make. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong on so many levels. But the thought of releasing all that filth, of watching it splatter against the white porcelain and spread through the water in the toilet, filled her with an intense sense of curiosity and desire. With a deep breath, she let go of her anal sphincter, and the rush of liquid and solid waste flowed out of her. It was hot and sticky and smelled absolutely revolting, but it felt incredible. She spread her legs wider, arching her back to give herself easier access to the toilet bowl. The diarrhea kept coming, shot after shot, each one leaving a dark, slimy stain on the water. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily as the last of it flowed out of her. When she finally felt empty, she opened her eyes again and looked down at the mess she had created. It was truly amazing: the toilet bowl was completely filled with her feces, and some of it had even splashed up onto the wall behind it. She felt a thrill run through her body at the sight of her handiwork. Slowly, she leaned forward again, reaching for the toilet paper roll. One by one, she wadded up pieces of the white paper and used them to clean herself off, rubbing them against her anus and pussy until she was finally clean, or as clean as she could be in this filthy, disgusting bathroom. Her heart still pounding, she stood up and looked around, making sure that no one had heard or seen what she had just done. Satisfied that she was alone, she grabbed the empty toilet paper roll and walked out of the bathroom, holding it tightly against her shivering body. Outside, she tossed the roll into a nearby trashcan and made her way back to her room, wondering what she would find when she next felt the need to release her dark, dirty secrets.