Description
My body begins to signal that it’s time to poop; a heavy ache settles in the pit of my stomach as I tentatively reach for my phone. My mind runs through the idea again, moulding the process into a sexual fantasy; suppressing my logic as my aversion to risk makes way for basic sexual desire. I scroll through my contacts until I reach my beautiful girlfriend. As I press call, her innocent, unadventurous sexual interests flash through my mind, providing a fleeting final reminder that if she realises what I’m doing it’ll all be over. As she answers I focus on the conversation, wilfully attempting to appear as unremarkable as possible as I slowly manage to separate my physical discomfort and the exciting, sexual undercurrent from the inane, relaxed and unimpeded front I need to present to my girlfriend. Eventually, I begin to get lost in the conversation, instinctively taking steps to resist the growing urge to poop. A sharp, aching cramp suddenly pulls my focus back to the imminent, irresistible loss of control. As another wave of cramps hits me I let out a moan, my breathing offering hints of excitement and desperate struggle as I’m forced to bend forwards. The conversation is punctured by inability to respond appropriately as I’m overwhelmed; the crackle of warm, soft shit instantly filling my briefs, as I struggle to suppress the sigh of satisfying relief as I slipped back into the conversation, listening dutifully as my girlfriend found her rhythm, freeing me up to enjoy the sexual excitement as I instinctively used my body to satisfy my sexual urges. I somehow manage to do a satisfactory impression of being one half of a conversation as I straddle a wooden chair, smearing shit everywhere, before sitting down properly and squishing warm, soft shit around my balls. The longer the conversation goes on, the messier I get. The messier I get, the more excited I get. I’m relieved when we eventually say goodbye; The ‘I love you’, secretly loaded with filthy satisfaction as I lose myself in the moment…