Toilet Slaves Scatology - Young Ass Shits in the Morning! - HD only

In the quiet stillness of the early morning, a young woman slowly awakens, her body alarm clock signalling the need to relieve the uncomfortable distention in her bowels. She stretches lazily, yawning as she sit up and swings her legs over the side of the bed. Her eyes slowly adjust to the new day as she remembers her morning routine and what she must do before she can face the world. She stands up, still clad in her soft, white pajamas, and makes her way to the bathroom.

Upon reaching the toilet, she slowly lowers her bottom onto the cold porcelain, gritting her teeth at the initial chill. She places her hands gently on her knees, leaning forward with her upper body slightly hunched, as though bracing herself for what is to come. With a sigh, she lets go, releasing a long, steady stream of hot urine into the water below. The sound of her pissing fills the small room, echoing off the tiled walls.

As she finishes voiding her bladder, she lifts her buttocks off the seat slightly, preparing for the next step in her ritual. With a quiet grunt, she pushes out her first bowel movement of the day, leaning forward as her splattered pajama bottoms meet the cold water below. The dark, meaty turds swirl around in the bowl, mixing with her own piss to create a foul stew of bodily fluids and waste.

She stays in the squat position for a moment, letting gravity do its work as she slowly begins to relax her sphincter. With a soft fart, she pushes out another deposit of loose, wet stool, sent flying by the force of her rectal muscles. It splashes into the water, causing ripples that spread outwards from the impact. She tries to ignore the pungent smell, focusing instead on the satisfying feeling of relief that washes over her.

Slowly, she lifts herself off the toilet, her pajama bottoms now plastered to her skinny backside. With a grunt, she lifts her soaked bottom and pushes, sending a huge wad of diarrhea cascading down into the bowl. The smell is overpowering, but she doesn't care - she needs to be clean before she can start her day. She continues this sequence until she is sure that she has emptied her bowels completely.

Finally, she reaches into the cabinet for some toilet paper, quickly wiping herself clean before standing up and inspecting her work. Gravity has done its job, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to proceed, before grabbing a sticky wad of toilet paper and wiping herself clean from front to back. Her fingers go between her legs, scrubbing her tender skin until she is satisfied that she is clean.

With one last look in the mirror, she concedes that she can try and face the world. She steps away from the toilet, her naked body a testament to her morning ritual. She walks to the sink, picking up her pajama bottoms on the way and begins the long, arduous task of cleaning herself up.

As the day progresses, she tries to forget about her early morning activities, putting on a brave front as she goes about her business. But deep down, there's a part of her that relishes in the memory of her morning toilet worship, the scent of her own feces and urine lingering in the back of her mind. It's not something that she's willing to talk about with anyone, instead keeping it hidden away as her own private kink.