As soon as Milktitty woke up, she felt the unmistakable pressure building in her bowels. She groaned softly to herself, blinking blearily at the unfamiliar surroundings. It took her a moment to remember that she had spent the night with her friend from college, whose place was much messier than she was used to.
She didn't want to disturb anyone by going to the bathroom, but the urge was becoming too strong to ignore. Reluctantly, she swung her legs off the small bed they'd shared and padded barefoot into the living room. The night before, they had been drinking heavily and watching softcore porn on the TV while eating takeout Chinese food. Now, Milktitty surveyed the room with bleary eyes - there were several empty beer bottles on the coffee table, takeout containers scattered around, and a vague stench of sweat and spicy food lingering in the air.
She tried to make her way through the clutter to find the bathroom, but it seemed that every step she took only sank her feet deeper into discarded chow mein boxes and unfolded pizza boxes. With a frustrated huff, she gave up on being quiet and began fumbling around for the light switch. As soon as the harsh fluorescent light flickered on, she noticed a familiar looking object nestled between a stack of old newspapers on the floor. It was the remains of their takeout from last night - a greasy paper bag filled with leftover sweet and sour chicken.
Without thinking twice, Milktitty unzipped her jeans and lowered herself onto the stack of newspapers, her round ass cheeks spreading apart revealing the cleft of pale flesh between them. She bit her lip as she released a loud, moaning fart that shook her body and made the newspapers rustle noisily. Then, she giggled in embarrassment at the sound before releasing a long, sticky stream of diarrhea into the bag, feeling the warm shit splatter against her bare thighs as it landed.
Ignoring the mess she was making, Milktitty continued to grunt and moan as she emptied her aching bowels into the bag, her fingers digging into the sofa cushions behind her for support. When she finally stopped, she leaned back with a contented sigh, wiping sticky strands of saliva from the corners of her mouth. She looked down at what she had done - the stack of newspapers was completely covered in a thick layer of diarrhea stained with streaks of bright orange from the sweet and sour chicken, and her own feces was smeared across her inner thighs.
Feeling disgusting but also oddly aroused by her own actions, Milktitty zipped up her jeans and stumbled back to the bedroom where she found her friend passed out, still clothed, strips of dried vomit adorning her chin. With a shudder, Milktitty covered her friend with a blanket before grabbing the soiled paper bag and creeping out of the apartment, hoping desperately that the shitty newspaper stand would still be open.
