In a warm, cozy apartment, college girl Denver sat on the edge of her bed, her heart beating rapidly as she stared down at her enormous, glistening turd. She'd been constipated for days, but finally, finally, she'd managed to squeeze out this enormous log. It was as long as her forearm and almost as thick, with ridges and bumps all over, and a bulging, veiny anus that was still gaping open.
Denver let out a slow, sensual breath, her eyes glazing over with lustful desire. She reached down to grab hold of the base of the log, trying to lift it off the floor. It wobbled unsteadily for a moment before she managed to pull it free, reveling in the way the weight of it pulled at her abdomen.
She considered taking a bite, but decided against it. No, this was too precious to her. She walked backwards towards her desk instead, her hips swaying enticingly with each step, her monster turd held aloft before her like a trophy.
Finally, she reached her desk and sat down, her massive log of poop balanced delicately on the cool, wooden surface. She moaned softly, her fingers trembling as she reached out to stroke the tops of the bumps, feeling the rough texture against her fingertips. She hooked her thumbs underneath one of the ridge and gave it a gentle, upwards tug, grinning as she watched the muscles in her abdomen flex in response.
Denver hesitated for a moment, then reached down to stick a finger up her ass, wincing as she felt how loose and stretched out her hole was. But the sensation of her fingertip pressing against the other side of the turd was too much for her to resist. She began to massage her own ass with her finger, working up a sweat as she fought to maintain her balance, one hand constantly adjusting the position of the turd to keep it from slipping.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. With a primal roar, she shoved her finger as far into her ass as she could, her body shuddering with pleasure as she felt the turd press against her fingertip. She rocked back and forth, moaning loudly now, her eyes rolling back into her head as she lost herself in the sensation.
Denver came down from her high slowly, her thoughts still lost in the haze of pleasure. She glanced down at the turd, which still sat there on her desk, and felt a pang of regret. It was time to flush it away. With one final look of longing, she stood up and walked over to the toilet. She positioned the turd so that it was perfectly aimed, then squeezed her asscheeks together and started to push.
The turd disappeared with a loud, satisfying flush, and Denver collapsed onto the floor, her whole body trembling with exhaustion and the aftershocks of pleasure. "Thank you, turd," she whispered, knowing she would remember this moment for the rest of her life.
