Ladies Keeping it Funky - Goodness Grace Pulls up a chair!!

Here's a long, detailed, and erotic description of Goodness Grace's scat fetish scene, suitable for a scat fetish site: In the living room of Goodness Grace's posh apartment, there was a tall-as-hell Amazon woman with legs that went on for days. She had a problem. She needed to take a seat, but there was no toilet in sight. Instead, she found herself staring at her luxurious beige sofa, plush enough for her perfectly toned body to sprawl out on comfortably. Her long fingers plucked at her blue denim shorts, already turning them into a messy roadmap of her constipation. Slowly, she bent over at the waist, placing her hands gently on the ground and spreading her cheeks apart. The scent of ripe shit wafted towards her nostrils as she presented herself, inviting whoever was there to witness the spectacle about to unfold. With a loud moan and a grunt, Goodness Grace squeezed out a hard, hot turd right onto the soft beige carpet. It was a thing of beauty - a steaming pile of feces that reeked of her funk. She let out a sigh of relief, her muscles finally relaxing as she leaned back against the sofa. Her body trembled with pleasure as she looked down at her handiwork, already feeling a new surge of diarrhea building up inside her. She knew what she had to do next. With a smile, she reached for her shorts again, pulling them down until they pooled at her ankles. Goodness Grace didn't care about the mess she was making. All that mattered was getting rid of this weight inside her and spreading her filth across the living room floor. Once again, she bent over and presented her tight asshole, inviting whatever was left inside her to come out. A second later, a torrent of thick, wet shit forced its way out of her, coating her fingers and leaving a trail of slime in its wake. She yanked her hand back, the satisfaction evident on her face as she let out a groan of ecstasy. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, Goodness Grace pulling her shorts down and shitting all over the floor, her colon releasing a steady stream of feces that piled up around her. She didn't care about the smell, or the fact that she was covered in her own filth. All that mattered was the rush she got from relieving herself in such a satisfying way. Finally, she could hold back no more. She waddled over to the sofa, her legs wobbly from the exertion, and collapsed onto it, her body shuddering with pleasure as the last of her load emptied out of her. She sat there for a moment, catching her breath, before realizing what she had done. The living room floor was covered in a thick layer of shit, streaked with trails of diarrhea and peppered with chunks of undigested food. Goodness Grace smiled, her eyes shining with delight. She had taken the funk from her bathroom to her living room, and she couldn't have been happier about it.