As the day wore on, James found himself in a peculiar state of arousal. The need to use the bathroom was nagging at him, but instead of being repulsed by it, he was growing increasingly turned on. He couldn't quite explain why, but there was something about the thought of filling his pants that pushed all his buttons.
Without hesitation, he decided to play with the situation. He pulled down his jeans and positioned his legs so that his pants were bunched up around his anus, giving him a thrilling sensation of being filled. The heat from his own body against his skin sent shivers down his spine, and the thought of what was about to happen made him even more aroused.
Taking matters into his own hands, James began to rub himself through his pants. The feeling of his bare fingers against his clammy skin only served to heighten his excitement. As he teased himself, he couldn't help but push out just a little, revealing a small patch of his soiled underwear. It was exhilarating, and he wanted more.
He pushed again, this time allowing a stream of hot piss to race through his already damp panties and onto his bed. The feeling of release was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but moan out loud. Wetting himself only made him more turned on, and he continued to stroke himself, imagining the mess that was about to fill his pants.
Pulling his jeans up until they were snug against his bottom, James got onto all fours, preparing for the final act. The sensation of his jeans rubbing against his soiled underwear was enough to drive him wild, and he could feel his barely restrained desire to let loose. With a force that took even him by surprise, James exploded into an almighty orgasm.
Panting heavily, James collapsed onto his bed, spent. He could feel the sticky mess between his legs, and the realization that he needed a shower set in. Slowly, like a dirty little secret, he slid his hand into his pants, still sticky with his ejaculate and the slightest trace of urine. He relished the feeling of his own filth on his skin, reveling in the taboo thrill of it all.
Finally, with a heavy heart, James rose from his bed and made his way to the bathroom. He could barely stand upright, his legs wobbling beneath him with the effort of carrying his own weight. Slowly but surely, he made his way to the toilet, peeled down his dirty panties, and released the massive load he had been holding onto.
The feeling of relief was like nothing else, and James let out a long, satisfied sigh as he flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He looked down at his dirty clothes, knowing what he would have to do next, and felt a stirring in his loins. This wasn't going to be the last time he did this, that much was certain. There was something irresistible about being a shitting scat girl, and James knew he was going to have to indulge himself again... soon.
