You thanked every star and heaven going as the perfect ass above you quickly retreated. Slowly something else slid into view. A shock of dark hair. A concerned smile. Two kindly blue eyes instead of a single terrible brown one.
An Angel, you thought. A Saint. A Saviour.
***
Annie's breath caught at the low grunt behind her. Oh my, she thought, eyes glancing at the sign on the back of the door, some poor critter had clearly gotten stuck in the outhouse!
Carefully she peered into the darkness of the pit, barely holding back her disgust at the leavings FAR too close to the surface. She was determined to help this creature though - if something else was having as bad a time at this god forsaken camp as she was, the least she could do was help it out.
But, try as she might, she just couldn't see where this critter was. The noise had definitely come from the toilet, but all she could see was its pale stretched walls (she didn't want to acknowledge the... "Other things" that were in there).
As she leaned forward to take a closer look inside, a familiar pain wracked her body. Damn that chef's cooking. She had to go, and she had to go NOW.
"Sorry little guy," she grunted, "I'll get you out of there right after I'm done..."
***
You felt your blood turn cold as Annie's butt returned and the heavens you had just moments ago thanked opened.
From between the two beautiful cheeks a torrent of foul shit streamed down onto you. It splattered and spread across your mouth, flooding your senses with the disgusting taste, smell and feeling of your supposed saviour's feces.
There were moments that you thought it was over, that this girl would stop unloading and look for you again, but it just KEPT coming. You had no idea how such a small frame could produce SO MUCH shit. The sheets of urine that followed weren't much better. Sure they washed away the brown gunk, but they just replaced it with their own disgusting taste. If you could have sobbed, stretched as you were, you would have.
***
Annie had never known using the toilet to feel so good. The release felt brilliant, like a stress that had been building inside her for so long had finally been let out. The feeling was only slightly marred by the guilt burning away at the back of her mind. That poor creature... forced to endure the storm from her ass... helpless and all alone...
At least they got a nice view before it began she mused. She made sure to give her butt a sexy little wiggle as she rose from the seat and returned to the search (cursing that these things didn't have a flush).
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