Kitty Skatt - Long log prolapse unshaven toilet POV

I was sharing a room with an attractive female roommate. Luckily for me, she was out most of the day, giving me plenty of time to focus on my desires. My stomach ached with the need to release an enormous log of human waste I'd been holding in for two whole days.

I walked over to the toilet and lowered my pants, revealing my sweaty, hairy, unshaven pussy. The musky scent of my arousal mixed with the flow of piss as it cascaded into the bowl. As I relieved myself, I could feel the heat of my urine against my sensitive skin, making me shudder with pleasure. My pussy flexed around the pleasure, even as the burning sensation from holding it in for so long started to fade away.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my urine slowed to a trickle. But instead of ending, the log kept going and going. I felt a thick, heavy shit start to form inside me. Oh fuck, it was going to be a big one. I couldn't believe it - another day spent sitting on the toilet, my asshole clenching around the log that just wouldn't stop.

The log kept going, stretching and pulling at my prolapsed rectum. My asshole was gaping wide open now, taking in every inch of the massive log. It felt so good, but at the same time so wrong. I knew my roommate would be home any minute, and the thought of her walking in on me like this sent shivers down my spine. She was coming to find out why our whole room smelled so fucking bad...

Finally, after what felt like forever, the last of the log finally pushed its way out. My ass clenched one final time, sending a thick wave of cum and saliva gushing out onto the filthy toilet seat. My ass gaped open, the pink inner walls of my prolapsed rectum on full display. It was an incredibly intimate moment, but also incredibly embarrassing. I couldn't believe I'd just exposed myself like this...

As if on cue, the door swung open and my roommate walked in. "Hiii," I said, trying to sound casual. She glanced at me, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "Ew, what's that smell?" she asked, her voice shaking. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. "It's just... uh, it's just me. I had a really big poo," I stammered, my face burning with shame. "You could have warned me!" she exclaimed, closing the door behind her. "Our whole room smells like shit now!"

I couldn't look at her. I grabbed a towel and started wiping down the toilet seat, my hands shaking with nerves. "Sorry," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll clean it up, I promise." She didn't say anything, just stood there with her arms crossed, glaring at me like I was the worst roommate ever. And maybe I was. But damn, it had felt so good to release that log...

Finally, she sighed and turned around. "I guess I can tolerate it if you promise to be more careful in the future," she said, closing the door behind her. I leaned against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest. Holy shit, what had I just done? My skin was hot and flushed, my pussy still tingling with the aftermath of the orgasmic release. I was normally so careful, so careful not to let anyone know about my scat fetish. But this time... this time, I had just gone completely off the rails. And now, it felt like my whole world was crashing down around me.

Slowly, I pulled my pants back up and made my way to the shower. I could already feel the cold water against my sticky, hairy skin. I needed to wash away the smell, the evidence of what I'd just done. But even as I scrubbed myself clean, I knew it would be a long time until I could forget this moment. A long time until I could forget the look on my roommate's face when she walked in on me, the smell that permeated the room. But despite the humiliation and the shame, there was still a part of me that was turned on. That was excited by the thought of pushing my limits like that again. Even now, as I stood shivering in the cold shower, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to do it all again. To let go, to embrace my darkest desires, and to see where they would take me.

As I finished up and stepped out of the shower, I knew that I had a lot of thinking to do. A lot of soul-searching. Because deep down, I knew that this wasn't just a one-time thing. This was who I was, and I had to accept it. Even if it meant risking everything, even if it meant living with the shame and humiliation for the rest of my life. Because the thought of never feeling that way again, of never experiencing that level of intensity... well, that was just too much to bear.

So with a shaky breath and a renewed sense of determination, I reached for my towel and started drying off. Because even though it was going to be a long road ahead, I knew one thing for sure. I was never going to be able to resist the call of the toilet again.