Kitty Skatt - Clogging public toilet

Making an urgent stop at a very crowded gas station in France, cause I desperately need to shit! The womens restroom is full of people and you hear them talking all the time. I don't have a choice, I need to let it out. I feel the familiar ache in my rectum as my massive load presses against my insides, begging to be released. Dressed in a tight black dress and black panties, my round ass cheeks wiggle enticingly with each step towards the restroom. The door swings open, revealing a messy room with several stalls – all occupied or in use.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart as I lock eyes with a girl in one of the stalls. She nods knowingly and mouths the word 'hurry', indicating that she's almost done. I close the door behind me, my excitement mirroring the tension in my bowels. Quickly, I yank down my panties and position myself over the toilet seat. Oh god, it feels so good to be in this position! My asshole puckers in anticipation, stretching tightly around the formidable log of shit straining to break free.

With a primal groan, I give in to the urge and push hard. The warm, viscous fluid pulses out of me, coating the entrance to my ass and sliding down the length of my shaft. The sensation of fullness dissolving as my insides are gradually emptied is indescribable. I feel lighter with each passing moment, my body trembling in ecstasy as the last few inches of torrid shit slide out. The enormous, bubble-butt plummeting into the waiting toilet bowl is a sight to behold!

However, the moment of victory is short-lived – when I pull the chain to flush the toilet, nothing happens! The log is too big and hard to budge! Panic sets in as I realize that I've clogged the toilet. I flush again, desperately trying to dislodge the obstruction. But it's no use – the log refuses to move. With each futile attempt, my anxiety mounts as I hear the unmistakable sound of rushing water from the overflow pipe. The smell of raw sewage begins to fill the air, masking the sweet scent of my recent deposit.

My heart is pounding in my chest as I stare at the clogged toilet, trying to think of a way out of this mess. Then, suddenly, I hear voices outside the stall. The girls who were in the stalls before me are leaving, chatting animatedly about what must have been quite the spectacle they just witnessed. I can't believe they didn't notice the massive turd still sitting there!

My face flushes red with embarrassment as I frantically try one more time to dislodge the stubborn log. This time, there's an added urgency to my efforts – I hear the door opening behind me. I don't have any choice but to give up and flee before I'm discovered. With haste, I yank up my panties and straighten my dress, tiptoeing out of the stall as quietly as possible.

I make a dash for the exit, hoping against hope that they won't notice the wet spot on my dress or the faint trace of shit that might be clinging to my high heels. I breathe a sigh of relief when I step out into the cool night air, safe from prying eyes. But the lingering scent of excrement clings to my skin like a bad dream, an unwelcome reminder of the humiliating incident that just unfolded.