Much to her surprise, Dakota awoke on the third day of camp early. She couldn't remember when her date with Catherine the previous night had ended, but it was evidently late. Her roommate was still fast asleep, curled up under blankets, as were the other members of her cabin it turned out.
The clock hung in the main room informed Dakota that it was a little past six am. Considering it was significantly earlier than she would usually wake up - camp or otherwise - it seemed pertinent to take advantage of the situation. So, careful not to make too much noise as she pulled open the cabin's doors, Dakota crept out onto the porch.
It was a temperate morning, the sun's amber glow just starting to peak through the trees and warm the air. Despite being surrounded by a forest, there was a comfortable stillness to Dakota's surroundings. It was sometimes easy to forget how peaceful the world was before everyone was awake. She could only enjoy it for so long, however, as there was a significantly more pressing matter that needed to be taken care of.
After her swim with Catherine the previous night, Dakota's body was clean. It was the first time she could clearly see her skin since arriving at camp, and it simply wouldn't do. Fortunately, she had an easy solution.
The grass tickled her feet as she padded through the clearing, passing the two cabins next to hers towards the gravel path that led into the tree line. Following it, it didn't take long until she arrived at the outhouse.
It was rare that an opportunity such as this would occur in her regular life - or anyone's, for that matter - so it felt only right that Dakota used it as much as possible. Since she missed using it yesterday, today's visit felt almost mandatory. That, and it was the fastest way she could think of to get back some of the second skin she had previously developed and was now severely lacking.
Dakota had still yet to use the toilets themselves, so the thought briefly entered her mind. A lack of needing to go and a desire to bathe in filth convinced her otherwise, however, led her to the wooden door at the side of the cement foundation.
Despite the air leaking through the cracks in the wood and having visited the outhouse before, the smell still hit Dakota like a wall when she opened the door. Perhaps part of it was due to the layer of feces now missing from her skin, her nose-blindness going with it. Regardless, the stink did little to deter her, quite honestly doing the opposite.
Treating it like a swimming pool, Dakota stepped down into the sludge, letting it rise to her hips before launching her body forward. With some resistance, she pushed through the cold, rank muck, pulling herself forward in a breaststroke.
As the surface of the sewage was broken, the built-up stink of multiple years' worth of shit was able to break free, assaulting her nose once more with a miasma of stale waste. In combination with the feeling of sticky, thick scat smearing against her bare chest, the experience turned heavenly.
Returning to her feet, Dakota trudged over the section beneath the toilets, hunching over so her head didn't hit the ceiling. Here, beneath each hole above her, were more defined mounds of shit. These must've been from the last couple of days, fresher than the other waste and not quite heavy enough to break the upper skin and meld with pre-existing contents of the stone trough.
With both hands, she scooped up the closest pile and pressed it against her chest. With a claylike consistency, the shit squeezed through Dakota's fingers and plopped back down into the pool. Her tits were already coated from her earlier swimming, but this added at least another inch. A second handful quickly followed, and then a third.
Before it could devolve into a frantic self-showering of human waste, Dakota was interrupted by the sound of one of the overhead doors opening. Not expecting anyone to be using the outhouse at such an early hour, this was quite the welcome surprise.
More surprising still, the mystery woman was sporting quite the jewelry. Once she was able to locate which toilet the woman had entered, the pink gemstone-adorned metal plug immediately caught Dakota's eye. It was not dissimilar to the one Ayana had gifted her, save for the change in color, of course.
With filth-covered fingers, she reached up and traced the plug's base. It was meant as a gentle indication of her presence, but it seemed to have quite the opposite effect. The shrill scream that followed left Dakota's ears ringing, the hole above her head suddenly filling with light as the woman rocketed up from the toilet seat. It must've been over a minute before she sat back down, Dokata thinking she must've scared her off for good during the lengthy delay.
"Sorry," Dakota called up.
"You scared me half to death." It was hard to hear with the only connection between them being blocked by - what Dakota had to admit was a quite perky - ass. The woman's quiet, almost whispery voice didn't help matters. "I thought you were a snake or something." There was a lengthy pause before she continued, her tone still shy, but now almost defeated, "You're lucky I have to go so bad. Been holding this in for two days now."
Shifting her thighs apart, the woman's hand reached between her legs and back to the metal plug. Instead of pulling it out - like Dakota had been expecting - she instead used one finger to press on its base, pushing it ever so slightly deeper into her hole. A soft moan accompanied this action, the woman shifting on the seat of the toilet.
Enraptured, Dakota watched as the woman continued to tease herself. When she tired of the pushing, she did the opposite, gripping the plug's base and pulling it just to the edge of her sphincter before pulling it back in. A second hand quickly joined in on the pleasure, though this one stayed firmly clit.
Whether intentionally or not, the display was quite the tease. Every time Dakota thought the plug was about to be removed once and for all, it would return to its fleshy prison. The noises didn't help either, a combination of moans, hitched breaths, and the wet sounds of the woman's sex as it was rubbed vigorously.
Fortunately - whether by choice or need - the woman eventually had to relent, allowing her full bowels to release. And full they were, both by feces and the surprising size of the plug. Dakota thought she had gotten a rough estimate, but when a smooth hunk of metal roughly the size of a pear slipped from the woman's sphincter, she was left a little speechless.
Not that she could think about for too long as, with nothing blocking it, the woman could finally empty the load she had been - according to her - holding for two days." Dakota believed it, too. The first log that came out was gargantuan, and she only had a few seconds to shuffle into place before it dropped under its weight. A little late, it missed her open mouth, slapping against her chin with a wet thud before sliding down her chest and into the muck below.
The second round, however, hit dead on target. She made sure of it, stretching up to look her lips around the woman's ass. Dakota's mouth filled quickly; her tongue pressed back as a steaming hot load of shit forced open her cheeks. It was impossible to see the size for obvious reasons, but she guessed it had to be close to the size of the first.
Unable to chew fast enough, the third log squirted against her face. And squirted was the appropriate description. Whatever solid matter seemed to have gathered around the exit, the remaining waste thin and wet. Immediately proceeding the third load was a barrage of wet, squelching farts that sputtered as the woman's gaping hole tried to force out more of its contents.
Ruined might've been the better word in this situation. The large butt plug had certainly left its mark, the deep red, wrinkly flesh of the woman's insides forcing themselves out in a tantalizing prolapse. One of the biggest Dakota had ever seen. One that she couldn't miss out on.
It was with great vigour, then that she tried to empty her mouth of its recently received gift. Her eyes watered as she chewed, both from the sheer size of the load and from the bitter, overwhelming taste. She was quickly learning that the longer a bowel movement was held, the stronger the flavor. Perhaps it was from fermentation in the intestines or something similar, but this shit was particularly rank.
Not that it was going to stop her, however. Her teeth made quick work of the medium-hard log of shit, crunching through whatever studded the brown morsel as she swallowed the wet gunk in the back of her throat. In under a minute, she had managed to force the load down her throat, a particular foul belch following.
And, still standing before her, bright red and twitching, was her prize. Dakota had been more of a voyeur up until this point, but she decided it was time to get hands-on now, not willing to pass up on such a delicious feast.
As she had done earlier, she locked her mouth around the woman's asshole. This time, however, her tongue was treated to the amazing sensation of a soft prolapse. As Dakota sucked on the sensitive flesh, the woman above let out a gasp. From the sounds of it, this was a first for her. For Dakota, somehow, this wasn't even a first this week. Another shining reason why this camp was so magical.
Though, nothing quite beat the feeling of forcefully pulling shit out of another woman's ass by sucking on it. It was almost a disappointment, then, when the woman reached orgasm. The sounds alone made it obvious, but the sporadic squirts of creamy fluid from her sex confirmed it. Dakota only got a few more salacious licks of the woman's sphincter before it was pulled away.
It seemed their time together was done.
