Natural Scat Girls - Beckys Diarriah in the public toilet

Becky was in Paris for a fashion photo shooting, and she urgently needed to fart and shit out everything. She had drunk a lot of water, and eaten a large lunch, which had combined to make her desperately constipated. It was unbearable - she felt like there was a brick in her stomach that needed to be expelled as quickly as possible. As she walked through the bustling streets of Paris, she tried to find a public bathroom. Finally, she spotted one on her map and made her way there, praying that it would be clean and available. The moment she stepped inside, she breathed a sigh of relief; it was spotless and in working order. She locked the door behind her and went straight to the toilet, her need overwhelming her sense of propriety. She lifted up her skirt and hooked her thumbs into her panties, pulling them down to her knees. Her ass was exposed, and she could feel the cool air on her sensitive skin. She positioned herself over the toilet bowl, ready to relieve herself. The moment she released the buildup of pressure in her bowels, a loud fart echoed through the small room. It was followed by a rush of liquid, and she felt the hot, steamy mess hit the water below. She stayed there for a few more moments, her body shuddering with relief. Finally, with a deep breath, she “flushed” the toilet, sending the watery mess spinning around in the bowl. She sighed, unsure how she felt about relieving herself so publicly, but grateful for the release. After finishing, she checked herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. Quickly, she wiped them away and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She adjusted her clothing, pulling up her panties and tugging her skirt back into place. Feeling slightly more human, she pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out into the corridor. She made her way back to the main street, her heart racing as she tried to forget about what had just happened. But the feeling inside of her, the emptiness, was still there, reminding her of the embarrassing act she had just committed.