Ally walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her silk underwear and pulled them down, letting them pool at her ankles. She didn't bother with the clasp on her bra; she just pulled the straps off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms. Her full, perky breasts bounced free for a moment before they too, were engulfed in the warm, flowing mess of a company dinner she had just eaten.
Ally looked around, making sure no one was watching. She walked over to the toilet and sat down, spreading her legs as wide as they could go. Her ass was already starting to buzz with anticipation as she lowered herself down onto the cool porcelain rim. She gripped the edge of the toilet tightly, feeling the pressure build inside her.
With a loud groan, Ally pushed her weight forward and released herself onto the toilet seat, feeling a rush of intense pleasure as she finally relieved herself of the meal she had just consumed. A stream of hot, steaming shit poured out of her, filling the bowl up quickly. She didn't stop there though; she kept pushing, letting her feces flow like a river down the bowl.
The feeling was incredible; it was like she was in control of something primal and dirty. She couldn't help but let out another moan, this time louder and more intense. She leaned back, pressing her sweaty body against the cool porcelain of the toilet wall, feeling the rush of her shit fill the bowl and spill over the sides.
As the last dregs of food and drink emptied from her system, Ally sat back up and looked down at the massive pile of shit in the toilet. It was like a work of art, sculpted perfectly to her shape and size. She reached down between her legs and felt the last bits of undigested food still clinging to her pussy lips. It felt dirty, but in a thrilling way.
Pushing herself off the wall, Ally stood up and gazed at her messy creation. Her heart was pounding in her chest; she couldn't believe what she had just done. She could still feel the warmth and softness of the shit against her skin, like a reminder of what she had just achieved.
With a slow and deliberate movement, she reached down and grabbed a handful of the warm, soft stuff, bringing it up to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the salty, earthy flavor of her own feces. It was disgusting, but she couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure as she savored the taste.
She continued like this, grabbing handfuls of her shit and eating it, until the jars of food she had brought for this very purpose were nearly full. As she scooped the last bits of her meal into a jar, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. She had done it; she had truly gone doggy style and loved every moment of it.
With a final glance at the toilet, she couldn't help but wonder when she would get to do it again.
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