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CW: Filthy places. Oral sex. Panty pooping and scat play. Promiscuity. Rape threat. Panties. Boobs. Bodily holes, poles and fluids. Coarse language.

Author’s Note: Today we drop back in on Katie, who you may remember from Solo Reveling. Having fun by herself, Katie doesn’t pay attention and ends up in a dangerous situation. She’s fine in the end, saved in a pretty unique way, but please be warned that this story contains threats of sexual assault. It’s also, of course, full of dirty language and filthy situations.

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“Fucking YES! That mouth should come with a warning label… Fuck you’re good… Don’t stop, bitch. I’m gonna cum..”

“Nngghhhh.” Katie feels like she should say thanks for the compliment, although the fact this guy is balls-deep in her mouth means she can’t get any actual words out. And anyway, Katie knows full well she’s fucking brilliant at giving head.

True to his word, Katie feels the dude’s dick tense and swell. Moment later a loud exultation of unintelligible words accompanies an oh-so familiar feeling of warm, thick jizz hitting the back of her throat. She pauses for a moment, swallows without a second thought, then slowly releases her suction. The guy whimpers like a little boy as his dick knocks her teeth on the way out.

“You taste sweet, handsome.” Katie says, breezily. For the life of her she can’t remember his name. Who cares, she’s probably never going to see him again.

“Christ. They said you were good. But goodness, pussycat, that’s the best.”

Katie blushes a bit.

“Thanks. And you have a lovely dick.” she lies. No harm in sparing the guy’s feelings, but really, he was pretty small. Katie spent most of her college days sucking and fucking her way around campus so she should know. Not that guys with small dicks are a problem, some of them have been exceptional fucks over the years. But this guy was a bit, well, mid. Time to move on.

Katie’s thoughts are interrupted by an impatient rapping on the cubicle door.

“Oi bruh, you gotta be done already?” a voice on the other side says, with some urgency. “Weston, come on bruh give the rest of us a go. My balls are bursting here.”

Katie gets up off her knees to let Weston – ah yeah, that was his name – stand and sort his pants out. Something’s trickling into her boots so she looks down. She shrugs. She’s been kneeling in puddles of exactly what you might expect to find on the floor of the guys’ loos in a club and her Lycra-clad knees are soaked through. Oh well. Sure, it’s a bit gross, but it’s an occupational hazard of going down in a toilet cubicle. Katie doesn’t give a damn.

Weston unbolts the door and squeezes past. Katie sees two other guys queuing up. She smiles.

“Yo bruh, chill, you gonna have good fun with this pussy bitch.” Weston offers his mate, who is seemingly so desperate to defile Katie’s mouth that he practically barges past. Bit rude.

‘Ahh, bless you, Neon Shame.’ Thinks Katie. Katie and her friends are regulars here, a slightly seedy but at the same time wonderful nightclub in town. It’s really called ‘Neon Flame’, but given the filth they get up to here, it’s more deserving of Katie’s nickname. Barely a week goes by where they’re not to be found on the dance floor on a Friday night, letting their hair down after work, partying away, you could say reliving their now-passed student days. Zara, Hadley and Katie – three hotter-than-fuck girls out to have a good time, and no strangers to picking up boys for the night.

Traditionally, Katie has always been the most promiscuous of the trio. Such is her usual desire for dick she’s practically turned this into a profession and she’s lost count of how many guys she’s taken home. Almost a new one every week. She’s probably had half the club, but she feels no shame. No, she loves to fuck and the guys all love her. Win-win.

Recently, however, she’s found herself descending further and further down a dark, repulsive alleyway, far away from the bright lights of fucking random dudes and into the stinking depths of a growing obsession with scat. It all started innocently enough, with a chance encounter with a scat girl in a store. From there, Katie’s fascination was piqued and she tried a bit of solo panty pooping. She managed to blow her mind to the point where the nightclub’s usual patrons just haven’t got her properly wet since. Poor Katie just can’t get the thought of playing in shit out of her mind. She knows it’s horrendously disgusting. And yet…

Tonight, Neon Shame is hosting one of its semi-regular masquerade nights. They’re good fun, everyone’s in a mask and many have gone all-in with some cosplay too. In an attempt to stop wallowing – pun intended, Katie smirked – in her own desire for poop, she pulled on her sexiest black skintight cat girl costume (complete with tail), pulled her long hair tight in a high pony, donned a pair bursa escort of cat ears and painted some uber-cute whiskers on her cheeks. ‘Puss in fucking boots’, she thought to herself, as she slid her feet inside her trusty goth platforms. She never goes clubbing without these behemoths of leather, rubber and shiny metalwork and they set her costume off perfectly. Yes, this size 8 cutie, with perfectly proportioned b-cup tits is out to slay tonight, that’s for sure. Meoww!

Entering the club, Katie resolved to go back to her old ways and set herself the challenge of sucking as much dick as possible. She grabbed a drink, left her friends and was immediately set upon by a guy who very much appreciated her skintight outfit. Within a matter of minutes he was her first conquest of the night. When he’d returned from the toilets, lighter one generous load of cum Katie had sucked out of him, he’d told all his mates how good she was and before she knew it dudes were over her like a rash. This Weston guy was like the fifth or sixth.

Ordinarily, Katie would love driving the boys wild like this but tonight she can’t help but feel she’s just going through the motions. Ah well. Taking the next queuing dude into the cubicle, Katie acts on autopilot, dropping to her knees in front of him, unbuttoning his pants and taking his dick in her hands. She opens her mouth and sets about her work with all the matter-of-factness of a bored hooker. Somewhere inside she still cares enough to give the guy a good time, which she finds reassuring, but try as she might, she just isn’t that into it. Except, she likes the fact she’s kneeling in a puddle of piss and gets a thrill when she thinks how disgusting this is. She likes the fact she’s not interested in their names, that these guys are using her as a cum bucket.

She swallows another mouthful of jizz. Whatever. Next. There’s only one other guy in the queue, Katie notes with relief. She’ll finish him off quickly, after all she did promise, then she’ll call it quits and go back to her friends.

As she sucks away suddenly her eyes widen. Her tummy gives a massive gurgle and she feels things shift around inside. ‘Well’, Katie thinks to herself. She has just swallowed six, or is it seven, big mouthfuls of cum from and all the little swimmers are gonna be having one fucking almighty war against each other while she digests them. And worse, this guy is holding out pretty well. She tightens her sucking, intensifies her squeezing, quickens her rhythm on the dick in her mouth. All the while her insides are gurgling so loudly she wonders if the guy can hear her. A growing feeling of pressure in her ass signifies one thing: She needs the toilet. And quite badly.

A wicked thrill spreads through her: It’s a right pain in the ass taking off her cat suit to go toilet, but what if she… just doesn’t take it off?

Katie’s so caught up imagining the fetid mess she might be able to get into that she briefly forgets she’s meant to be sucking this guy off. She’s let her standards slip! He reaches down and forces her head tightly onto his dick. Taken by surprise, Katie briefly diverts attention away from her gurgling digestive system. A fatal mistake. Absent her efforts to keep it closed, her butthole opens and a warm gloop of squelchy muck slicks out between Katie’s ass cheeks.

‘Holy Titfuck! Not yet!’ Katie clenches her ass, just about managing to regain control and stem the poop flow. However much she’s desperate to mess herself, she’d prefer to do it in private, not when she’s got this dude’s dick tickling her tonsils. She hopes she caught herself in time before things get too awful back there. On the plus side, the little release has taken the pressure off.

The guy finally cums. He utters customary words of appreciation, but Katie isn’t interested in hanging around. She politely swallows, lets him button his pants back up, then stands to let him out the cubicle.

As she stands, Katie delights in the squishy mess now festering between her butt cheeks. Her ass, parted whilst she knelt so to leave space for the slime, now pushes together, forcing the poop to spread over her perineum. It’s slimy, greasy and fucking hell it gives her a thrill imagining how it’ll be staining her panties. She’s somewhat relieved she’s wearing a black catsuit, not a white one.

The dude she’s just finished with mistakes her look of scatlust for something he was responsible for and says something about her being welcome. ‘If he only fucking knew’, Katie smiles inwardly.

“Uh, yeah, you’ve got a great dick.” She says offhandedly, remembering her manners.

“A fucking slut like you loves it. Fuck, I should’ve cum all over that pretty face of yours. Still, you’re a good little bitch for swallowing.”

Katie sighs. Why do so many guys turn into utter jerks? But she’s not surprised.

The jerk goes on. “But fucking hell it bursa eskort bayan smells like shit in here, just as well you’re good. Makes it worth it.”

He’s right, Katie concludes. Club toilets are always revolting, and what’s working around inside her panties is even worse. She’s not sure what’s likely to be stinking more. But anyway, time to get the fuck out of here and see if she can make it home before her poor ass well and truly gives in.

She holds her head up and strides out of the toilets, surprising a couple of guys heading the other way. Her big boots squeak and squelch in the pissy wetness of the toilet floor but she hardly notices, she’s laser-focused on getting out.

She swings by her friends first. Wonderwoman, or rather, Zara, is the first to notice her coming out of the crowd.

“Hey bitches. Miss me?” Katie announces.

“Oh, THERE she is! Fuck, girl, where the fuck you been?” Zara exclaims.

“Yeah, Katie, we were just about to send a search party.” Harley Quinn – that’s Hadley – chips in. Then she rolls her eyes. “As if we didn’t know where to find you. Go on then, how many?”

Katie grins. Her friends know exactly what she has been doing.

“Actually, I dunno. Six, maybe seven?” Katie replies, proudly. “I lost count.”

“Fucking Christ you absolute slut!” Zara exhorts. “Wonderwoman is all about empowerment but right now she can’t fucking believe you. And you stink of fucking toilet too, d’ya fucking let them piss on you or what?”

“Ha, nah, that’s just what I was kneeling in. Rank places, guys loos.”

“Pah, Wonderwoman wouldn’t know!” Zara proclaims, innocently.

“S’alright, I know babe, but you gotta try getting at least a little grubby sometimes.” Katie would love to mess around with Zara one day, she’s always sort of had the hots for her, but she knows Zara’s too prim and proper for such shenanigans.

“Haha, you’re enough of a slut for all of us!” Hadley laughs.

“You’ve got a point, ‘Quinn. Eurgh, anyway, I’m heading off, I’m not feeling too great anymore.” Katie can feel the pressure growing in her ass again and is worried this time she may not be able to hold the shit tsunami back.

“Fuck, you ok?” Zara immediately switches her attitude to one of concern for her friend – for all the girlie banter, she loves Katie, slut or not.

“Yeah, I just probably got a bit full of cum, maybe I didn’t have to swallow each time.” Katie finally sounds a little bashful.

“You… you fucking swallowed seven, no, fourteen balls’ worth of cum? Fuck me! And you’re surprised you feel shit?” Zara sounds ever so slightly impressed.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to ditch you all.”

“Nah, don’t be – let us know you get home ok, right? Want us to walk you back?” Hadley offers.

“Oh no, I’ll be fine. Love you two bitches. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Katie winks.

“Haha, no fucking chance of that!” Zara grabs Katie and gives her a hug. Katie doesn’t appreciate being squeezed, not when het butt’s about to blow, but she hides it just long enough to get away with it.

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Finally free of the club, Katie steps up the pace. It’s about a fifteen-minute brisk walk home, a route she’s taken so many times she could do it while paralytically drunk if she had to. Today she’s sober, at least, although similarly distracted; her insides are screaming that she needs to find a toilet pronto.

Katie knows her roommate is, usefully, away for the weekend. She’d die of embarrassment if Adalyn caught her playing around in poo. Her plan is to leg it home, shit her panties, then have a good old play in the muck in the sanctuary of the hard floor in her hallway.

For the first few minutes, walking briskly helps control the urge. But to Katie’s dismay, it doesn’t work for very long.

‘Fuuuuckk that hurts.’ Katie winces, almost bending double with wave after wave of pressure from her gut. Finally, she is forced to accept that her ass has had enough. ‘Christ. I’m not gonna make it.’

Katie spots a bench in the little park area by the road. There’s nobody about. Although it’s a fairly safe, sleepy residential area, Katie’s still a little wary of stopping. Especially because she’s wearing nothing but a skintight black cat girl costume and who knows what sort of undesirables that would attract. But fuck that, at this very moment she’s got more pressing issues to attend to.

She collapses onto the bench.

‘Fuck it. Here goes.’ She thinks. And she stops fighting her gut.

Pee starts to gush out of her crotch, soaking her panties in a millisecond and flooding all around her bum before dribbling on to the ground below. In the cool, quiet of the night it sounds like someone’s left a tap on and Katie momentarily wonders how far away anyone could hear her defiling herself.

She turns her attention back to what’s happening in her panties. ‘Oh, ha, fuck’ she says to herself as the warm pee soaks its way all around her ass and starts to spill down her legs. She knows it’s going to end up pooling in her boots, but this twisted bitch bloody well loves getting her boots filthy, so that’s totally fine. Katie’s surprised by how much pee she was holding back; she’s pissing for what seems like ten minutes.

The flow eventually stops and Katie pauses. ‘Well girl, you’ve properly pissed yourself now. BAD pussy.’ Her cunt gives a colossal twinge as the thought of sitting there in a piss-soaked cat suit starts to work on her depraved mind. Exactly as she expected, she’s getting aroused by the debauchery and so far she’s only wet herself. ‘What a disgusting girl.’ She thinks, but chiding herself for being filthy only serves to make her cunt twitch more. Yes, this is what her brain wants. Not sucking guys off in the toilets. No, this booty needs to get really fucking messy.

Katie gives a little bounce on the bench, enjoying the squishiness of the soaking fabric. ‘Ugh, I smell like a tramp!’ She admits.

A bolt of energy suddenly surges through her and she grabs the edge of the bench in both hands. Holding on with white knuckles she succumbs to the largest release of sludge she’s probably ever shat out. Greased by a tummy full of jizz, wave after wave of contortions explode through her gut as her colon unreservedly punishes her for holding on all this time. It bubbles, it squelches and it absolutely reeks. She farts and shits over and over as lumps of mushy, putrid muck are expelled from her anus with incredible force. ‘Oh, Fuck. FUCK Christ…’ A barrage of profanity explodes around her head – possibly out loud, Katie isn’t paying attention to that end of her. She’s still sitting firmly on the bench so the slurry pouring out of her fudge funnel is forced along her butt crack, fills her panties and squidges out in every direction – up her back, out of her leg holes and down into her perineum. She lifts herself slightly to aid the flow. Lashings more of the gruesome goop bubble their way across her cunt. She practically orgasms the moment it touches, but she’s not finished. More and more pours out, but the cat suit holds it all in, tightly hugging her skin. The shit surge is forced up out of her crotch and around her thighs. She can even see a dark morass creeping over the surface of her legs, the hitherto shiny Lycra turning dull black as it soaks the poo juice out of her shit. Fuck, is this ever going to stop? How the ever-living fuck could she have been holding on to this much shit?

Then, silence. With a loud, empty gurgle from her ass, one final little bloop of rancidity is forced out. And she’s done.

Katie is frozen. What in God’s name has she just done to herself?! Her brain starts to process the signals coming in from her body. A warm, insidious tide is hugging her skin from her back to her knees. She teases her hands off the bench where they’ve been holding on for dear life and playfully runs them down her thighs. Her cat suit slips and slides across her skin, greased by a thick slick of poo within. She feels the warm dampness of her shit through the material and she gives her hands a sniff.

Ugh, Jesus, now I really smell bad!’ But she doesn’t mind. In fact, she can’t deny she absolutely adores being this putrid.

She spreads her legs slightly and reaches her right hand to her crotch. Her heart leaps with excitement at how warm and swampy she is down there. Her piss-soaked cat suit. A slick of mushy shit covering her mons and cunt on the inside. She dares to run a finger up and down, pushing shit ever so slightly inside her. ‘Fuckkkk’ Katie trembles, that feels just too amazingly good. Who in the world would get off by shitting and fingering themselves on a fucking public park bench? Katie rhetorically wonders. It takes all her self-control not to go to town on her clit right now. But no, she needs to save that for home.

Speaking of, it’s time to stagger onwards.

Carefully, slowly, she teases her butt off the bench. A subtle squelching sound comes from her behind as her poop smushes around. She looks back and sees a dank puddle of foul-smelling juices where her ass used to be.

‘Oh, shit! ‘ Katie thinks, making a note to return as soon as she can with some disinfectant lest some other poor fuck sit in it. The thought of subjecting an unwilling passer-by to her muck is too horrible a thought, even for this depraved bitch.

Katie turns and squelches off home. Her cat suit holds up, holding on to her abominable ass products as she walks. The feeling of the lumpy, greasy slime inside her panties is extraordinary, almost hard to describe. It’s like wearing skintight clothes, but ones that are weirdly slimy, or maybe a loaded diaper. The ever-present odor of fresh poop she carries with her reminds her of what she’s hiding in her underwear.

She walks with exaggerated goose-steps, really enjoying the poop against her ass, encouraging the mess to work its way down inside her cat suit. It’s reached her knees now, and Katie finds herself walking with quite ridiculous hip wiggles, wallowing in the poo inside her clothes.

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