Kitty Skatt - Explosive Diarrhea and Snot

Kitty Skatt's eyes fluttered open, her face scrunching up in discomfort as she felt her belly cramping beneath her plump, soft skin. She sat up slowly, wincing at the loud rumbling coming from deep within her gut. It was time - she had been looking forward to this for days. With a grin spreading across her face, she realized that her tight little asshole was already gripping at nothing but air, desperate for the release it knew was coming soon. She stood up and walked blindly towards the bathroom, her fat cheeks jiggling enticingly with each step. As soon as she reached the door, she tore it open and almost fell inside, unable to contain her pent-up excitement. She closed the door behind her, locking it gently before swiveling her hips to face the wall-mounted mirror. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw herself: ass cheeks bulging out from under her short shorts, tits nearly spilling out of her tiny tank top. With eager fingers, she unbuttoned the front of her pants and slid them down over her thighs, revealing a lace thong already soaked through with her own arousal. She tugged it down and kicked it away, bending over slightly to show off her voluptuous figure. She grabbed hold of one meaty thigh and began to spread her cheeks open, exposing her tight rosebud of an anus. "Oooh, yeah," she moaned softly, admiring the view. "Time to get messy." Reaching into the drawer below the sink, she pulled out a handful of colorful pills, not even bothering to read the labels anymore. She tossed them all into her mouth, gulping down a large glass of water without even taking a breath. Almost immediately, she felt the warmth spreading through her gut, the pressure growing in her bowel. She licked her lips, tasting the metallic tang of the laxatives on her tongue. She moved towards the toilet, her hips swaying in time with her steps. Before she even had a chance to sit down, however, her body gave in to the overwhelming urge to shit. A gush of hot liquid rushed out of her ass, splattering against the floor and walls in a torrent of filth. She cried out, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as wave after wave of diarrhea poured out of her, leaving a slippery trail behind. Her stomach cramped even harder, and with a loud crack, thick chunks of shit burst out of her asshole, splattering across the room in a foul-smelling cloud. She laughed out loud, her voice thick with the ecstasy of it all. "That's the stuff!" she crowed, grinning from ear to ear. "Unload those pipes, baby!" By now, there was no ignoring the smell - it was pungent and nauseating even to Kitty herself. But she didn't care; she loved every stinking second of it. She continued to grunt and push, sending wave after wave of shit and pussy juice flying through the air. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her ass finally beginning to relax, relieved at last by the flood of excrement streaming out of her body. Lost in the sensation, Kitty didn't even notice the cum steadily trickling out of her fat, wobbly pussy. It joined the river of filth running down her thighs, mixing in with the smell until it was almost unbearable. But still she came, her legs shaking and her cries echoing off the tiled walls. Finally, she collapsed onto the floor, trembling with release. She lay there for long moments, catching her breath and trying to regain her senses. When she finally had the strength to stand up, she staggered towards the bathtub, slamming the door shut behind her. She locked it, turning the handle two full rotations to make sure it was secure. Settling into the lukewarm water, Kitty let out a long, low moan of satisfaction. Her skin glistened with sweat and filth, her body heavy with the weight of her orgasm. She leaned back, reaching up to squeeze her tits through the water. "Oh yeah," she whispered to her reflection, eyes half-lidded with lust. "That's what I call a good clean mess." And there she stayed, soaking up the afterglow of her incredible release, until finally she emerged from the bathroom – and into the waiting arms of her audience.