Mary was violently ravishing her tummy, trying to force out what she knew deep down was something that wasn't meant to be there. The act of self-punishing herself in this manner was nothing new to her, but this time it felt different. The shit she had been force-feeding herself for the past couple of days was starting to constrict her intestines, making it extremely painful each time she went number two.
Despite the agony she was in, Mary couldn't help but feel excitement building up within her. She has always been turned on by the idea of being thoroughly dominated by her own bowel movements, of submitting to the primal urges that came with letting loose and filling her body with warm, smelly feces. Her fingers sunk deeper into her skin as she increased the pressure on her stomach, imagining the thick stream of shit about to burst out of her.
Her heart was racing, her breathing becoming heavier as anticipation overtook her. This was what she had been craving for so long, a chance to truly let go and experience the ultimate pleasure that came with being a shit girl. She could feel her guts churning, the familiar burning sensation spreading throughout her lower abdomen, signaling that it was almost time.
With one final push, Mary let out a primal scream and felt the rush of warmth spread through her body. Her insides convulsed violently as wave after wave of shit forced its way out, leaving her feeling both relieved and exhilarated. She released the pressure on her stomach, allowing herself to feel the cool air on her now sweaty skin.
Looking down at the mess she had just created, Mary couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. The hot, steaming pile of feces was a testament to her strength and submission, a physical representation of her deepest desires. She couldn't wait to see what came next, to feel the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim with her own feces.
