As I entered the humble abode of one of my closest friends, an aroma that was both intriguing and concerning wafted through the air. It was a scent I couldn't quite pinpoint, but it had an undeniable warmth to it. I followed the aroma into her bathroom, where I found her standing in front of the toilet, her skirt hiked up around her waist, and her hands resting delicately on the vanity.
She turned towards me and gave me a sheepish smile as she continued to stare at the object of our mutual curiosity - the toilet bowl. "Oh, hey," she whispered. "I thought you'd gone home already."
My heart was drumming in my chest as I took in the sight before me. There, sitting in the toilet bowl, was a small puddle of clear golden liquid. My eyes traveled up her slender legs and to the reddened face she was making, trying to hide her embarrassment. "It's just pee, don't worry about it," she giggled nervously.
But my eyes were drawn to something else, something that set my pulse racing - a dark stain on the inner rim of the bowl. My mouth went dry as I realized what it was; her blush deepened as she noticed my gaze. "I couldn't help it," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had to go number two and didn't know if you'd be back."
With trembling fingers, she reached into the toilet and gingerly lifted out a tiny lump of feces. She held it up between her index finger and thumb, studying it as though it were a precious gem. Her eyelids fluttered closed as if she were reliving the sensation of it leaving her body.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing; my friend - a pure, unsullied beauty - reduced to this. But there was something about the way she held herself, the way she so innocently admired her own waste, that stirred a deep, primal desire within me. My throat was dry as I whispered, "Let me help you clean up."
Together, we removed the offending turd and scrubbed the bowl clean. She looked up at me with big, wide eyes, as if she were surprised by my actions. "Thank you," she breathed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
We stood there in silence, lost in our own thoughts, the aroma of her piss and shit filling the air around us. And then, without warning, she stepped forward and pressed her body against mine. I could feel her heart racing against mine, her breasts pressed firmly against my chest. I felt her warm urine soak into my jeans, and suddenly, it didn't matter.
She lifted her hand to my face, tracing her finger gently along my jawline, her touch sending shivers down my spine. And then, without any further hesitation, she pulled down my pants and underwear, releasing the flood of desires that had been building up inside her; desires that she knew I too shared.
We stood there, entwined in each other's arms, lost in the moment as our bodies became one; the scent of our combined fluids filling the air around us. As the last traces of shame and embarrassment gave way to pure, unbridled passion, we became the very embodiment of Natural Scat Girls - unashamed, uninhibited, and utterly irresistible.
