Indian ShitSlut - Pooping out long logs

After a hearty Indian feast, our shameless shit slut was bursting at the seams with excrement. She obediently found her way to the squalid, open-air communal toilet where she knew she would be left alone to satisfy her foulest desires. The smell of putrid human waste and urine filled the air as she lowered her filthy cotton sari and knelt down on the cold, hard ground. She clenched her teeth and felt the first wave of diarrhea hit her aching gut. With a loud groan, she forced out a long, pliable log of turd that snaked across the floor, leaving a slimy trail in its wake. The shit slut was impervious to the stench and disgust that would have overwhelmed most people; instead, she reveled in the sensation of her bowels emptying themselves, releasing the pressure that had been building up inside her all day. With each painful contraction, another long, meandering log of human feces emerged from her puckered anus, painting a vivid picture of destruction on the filthy ground. The force of her bowel movements sent her buttocks rippling and jiggling; it was as if the shit itself was alive, twisting and turning within her before being violently expelled from her body. Ignoring the stares and gasps of the few onlookers who dared to venture into the putrid toilet, the shit slut continued to shit for all she was worth. She ground her teeth against the fierce urgency that consumed her, her entire being focused on liberating herself from the foul burden that weighed her down. Her sari was soon smeared with shit and piss, but she paid it no heed. All that mattered was the primal satisfaction of being reduced to nothing more than an asshole and a mouth for feces. As the last remnants of her meal were expelled from her battered body, the shit slut's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, low moan of relief. She remained kneeling on the filthy ground, breathing heavily, her hands clutching at the tattered fabric that was once her modesty. The smell of shit became almost intoxicating to her, her nose filling with the rich, earthy aroma of her own excrement. She opened her mouth, savoring the taste of her own shit as it coated her tongue and dripped down her chin. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, the shit slut stood up, wiping her hands on her soiled sari. She gazed down at the trail of filth she had left behind, her eyes glinting with perverse delight. The power she derived from her copious and grotesque defecation was intoxicating, and she knew that she would feel compelled to return to this dark, foul place again and again to satisfy her insatiable craving for human waste. She turned and walked away, her naked ass cheeks waggling in the air to announce her unmistakable presence to anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path.