Pooping Girlfriends - Shaving a hairy pussy and diarrhea

I'd always been hesitant about shaving my pussy, but my girlfriend kept insisting that it would be more satisfying for both of us. So finally, I gave in and bought a razor. I had watched countless videos online trying to perfect the technique, but in the end, I was clumsy and ended up cutting myself. The pain was intense, and I could feel warm liquid trickling down my legs. I rushed to the bathroom to find a handful of soft shit smeared on my inner thighs. It was embarrassing, but also kind of hot. I knew I had to clean up and try again tomorrow. The next day, I woke up with a combination of excitement and dread. I wanted to please my girlfriend, but the thought of shaving my hairy pussy and potentially shitting myself again made me anxious. I took my time, being extra careful not to nick myself this time. It was slow progress, but eventually, I managed to shave off all the hair. My pussy felt smooth, and I was proud of myself for finally doing it. As the day went on, I started feeling weird. My stomach was churning, and I had this strong urge to take a shit. I didn't want to poop at home, so I told my girlfriend that I was going for a walk. She looked at me strangely, but didn't question it. As soon as I got outside, I found a secluded spot behind a dumpster and squatted down. Out came the most massive turd of my life, followed by a long, constant trickle of diarrhea. I just stood there, feeling the warm flow of liquid shit coating my insides. It was both embarrassing and arousing. When I finally pulled myself together, I noticed that my pants were soaked with shit and I had a viscous trail leading back to my apartment. I didn't know how I was going to explain this to my girlfriend, but there was no time to think. I went back inside, and she looked up at me with concern. "Are you okay? You looked pale when you left." She asked, unaware of the disaster that had just unfolded in my pants. "Um, yeah," I lied, trying to act casual. "I'm fine. Just needed some fresh air." I was hoping she wouldn't notice the smell of shit that was radiating off me, or the fact that my shirt was sticking to my back thanks to all the sweat and diarrhea. We spent the rest of the day cleaning up and trying not to think about what had happened. But deep down inside, I couldn't deny the weird thrill that I got from the whole experience. The anticipation of shitting myself combined with the rush of relief when I finally did made me feel alive. And even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride in my own filth. That night, as I laid in bed next to my girlfriend, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to share this dark secret with her. To see the look of horror, followed by curiosity, and maybe even arousal, in her eyes as she witnessed me shitting myself. It was a taboo thought, one that made my heart race and my pussy tingle. Maybe one day, I thought to myself, maybe we will explore this together.