LadyVikkiWet - Under chair

As I sat on the wooden chair, my thunderous, explosive shit reverberated throughout the room. Deep inside me, a cacophony of sounds echoed as my ass cheeks clenched and unclenched in time with the thunderous cascade of shit pouring out from my gaping asshole. My head was spinning, filled with sensory pleasures that overwhelmed my body and mind. Glob after glob of steaming, fragrant shit dripped through the chair's cracks and onto the floor beneath me, making it slippery and slimy. Still gripped by the irresistible urge to expel my bowels, I leaned forward ever so slightly, pressing my weight against the front legs of the chair. The thudding sound of my shit smacking against the floor was both gruesome and arousing, sending shivers down my spine.

With my eyes closed, I surrendered to the primal instinct that drove me to relieve myself in this most depraved and taboo of ways. A torrent of shit gushed from my asshole, cascading down the front of the chair and onto the floor beneath it. Each glob was hot and slimy, leaving a trail of stickiness behind it as it slithered across the cold, hard floor. With each passing second, the chair beneath me became increasingly slick and treacherous, threatening to topple me over and bury me under a mountain of my own feces. The excitement coursed through me like an electric shockwave, amplifying the intensity of every sensation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flow of shit began to slow. My asshole clenched and clenched, trying to force out every last bit of the congealed mass inside me. With a final, thunderous gush, the last of the shit escaped, leaving only the wet imprint of my ass on the chair and a slick, foul-smelling pool on the floor. My heart raced as I pulled out the plastic bag that I had carefully stashed beneath the chair. I reached in, my fingers groping through the warm, sticky mess that coated the bottom of the chair. With a soft sigh of relief, I pulled out the plastic plate I had placed earlier, the surface coated in a thick layer of my own shit. It was exquisite, disgusting, and arousing all at once.

I stared at the plate for a moment, taking in the sight of my own creation. The globs of shit were still warm and glistening, the smell overwhelmingly intoxicating. I couldn't help but feel a wave of pride wash over me, knowing that I had created this masterpiece with my own body. With shaking hands, I picked up the plate and held it up to my nose, breathing in theintoxicating scent of my own waste. I smiled, feeling impossibly satisfied and dirty all at once.

Slowly, I made my way over to the toilet, careful not to slip in my own mess. Even though the shit was long gone from my bowels, the feeling of it still clinging to my asshole was both arousing and uncomfortable. I positioned the plastic bag over the toilet rim, affording myself one last look at my creation before flushing it away. As the water rushed down and the sound of my shit being washed away filled the room, I felt a strange sense of loss. Then, I sighed deeply, feeling both relieved and dirty. With a last glance at the now-clean floor, I went to wash my hands, ready to start the process all over again.

The entire experience was both exhilarating and repulsive, filling me with a sense of taboo excitement that I couldn't resist. As I stood there, washing the lingering traces of shit from my skin, I couldn't help but wonder when I would get the chance to do it again. It was a strange addiction, one that I never thought I would willingly partake in. But there was something undeniably alluring about the forbidden nature of it, the rush of shame and excitement coursing through my veins. Whatever the reason, I knew that I would be back, ready to surrender to the messy, depraved pleasure that was shitting onto the floor and into a plastic plate.