As I yawn and stretch, I poured myself a cup of coffee to start the day. As I begin drinking the bitter drink I walk to look out the great bay windows that face the rising sun. I was just opening the last one letting in the fresh morning air. That's when I saw her.
Starting at one end of my house, this woman was jogging already. Her brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail, bobbing with each step. Her relatively large bosom swayed as it stretched her tight red sports bra. Her plump, round ass was covered by black booty shorts. Though her panties, a red thong was visible, like a whale tail coming out of her magnificent derriere.
However, all of that was subtle compare to her enormous belly. It was practically as large as she was, the idea she could run with it seemed proprostrous. It glinted in the sun as she had some sweat rolling over it. Each step making it bounce even more, sloshing whatever was inside around. Though, even from how far away I was standing, there was something weird about the belly. There were random lumps and bulges.
As she got to one side of the lawn, nearby a tree, she stopped suddenly. Quickly I diverted my, gaze, thinking I had been found staring at her. But as I glanced back, I saw her huffing, a tinge of pain, not a hurting pain, but the pain of holding something back, it was written all across her face. I watched as she looked frantically around, at least outside. Not noticing me, she snuck behind the great oak tree that had been there since I moved in.
Then something odd happened...
 I watched as she pulled down her tight shorts. The fabric clinging to her sweaty thighs as she rolled it down to her ankles. She then grabbed the bright red cloth she used for panties and stretched those down her legs. Letting them snap out of her vagina before being cradled by her shorts. Then she squatted, holding onto the tree for stability. I leaned forward, watching as the light creamy globes of flesh parted as she sank lower. Catching distant glimpses of her cute, oily hole, the brown star fish. Then what must've been her unimaginably sweet, smelly woman hood, the slit of the honey pot.
Then her brown eye winked...
*BBBLLRRRAAAFFFRRRTTT*
Even though it was meters away, I could hear the roar that hole made as her toxic gas blew out. It was as if her anus was blowing a kiss. As it pulsated again..
*BBBRRFFTTT*
A small start of a brown turd crowned it's way out. As she pushed I could hear her.
"UUUNNFFF HHHNNNNGGGG" She grunted.
Her oily hole grew wider, spreading her cheeks even more as the brown log turned more into a trunk. I was so mesmerized by it was leaning forward into the glass.
*whhoosshh*
As a gust of wind flickered, the leaves of the tree rustled. Then I could smell it. An earthy smell, pungent with sulfuric eggs and rotting meat, it flowed into the window, into my nose. A normal person would've gagged, but I found a subtle tone of scent underneath the toxic gas, the subtle undertone that lined the fragrant smell was pleasant. I took a deep breath, briefly closing my eyes to enjoy it.
*BBBRERRRRRAAPPPTTT*
*SSSQQQLLCCCHCCCHHH*
I opened my eyes to see the log coiling on the dirt and grass at the base of the tree trunk. The loaf of shit easily half of the size of the tree for width, though it was still flowing out of the woman's butthole.
As the sausage started to split, I could hear the woman's audible moan.
"OOOOOOHHHH YYYEEESSS"
She then began to massage her stomach, kneading it. Her hands rolling over her skin, like a baker kneading dough.
*FFFRRRRRRTTTT*
As she needed her bakery of a gut. She laid out another solid loaf. Her butt fudge was nice and dark as the second chunk of the huge load flopped on to the other. This one, made the pile rise up to her sweet ass, causing her to let out a subtle screech.
"EEEP" She covered her mouth with one hand as she rose out of her deep squat and into a bent over position.
Her gut was still sagging in front of her, though her legs straight, she had one hand on the tree and the other gripped on and pulling her ass apart. The full moon show was marvelous. Though a new entity entered the scene as a light brown, Carmel like turd slowly coiled out. Visually, it was much softer, but embedded within, were chunks of white, like white chocolate chips in a roll of cookie dough. I was too far away to tell what it really was.
The slurry of shit continued to poor out of the woman's rectum. Piling up to her thick thighs. The crap started to spray out, it falling over itself as it's gooey figure found new areas to turn into a hazard around the tree.
*ssqqllcchhh*
*ssppllaarrooopp*
Soon the loafs of scat turned more into a liquid as she came to an end. Though she did start to pee.
*ffffsssshhhhh*
A torrent of piss flowed out of her vagina. I couldn't see it due to the mound of dung, but imagine I did. The sound was of a heavy water fall. It must've carved canyons and formed lakes of bitter yellow pee in the mountain of butt fudge.
"HHHHNNNGGG NNNNGGGG CCOOOMMEE OONN" I heard her grunt all of the sudden.
*pop*
*ssquulchh*
A large white object covered in brown ejected from her hole. The sound brought my attention back to what was happening. As the object landed in the heap rolling down like a snowball, the woman stood up.
She reached up to find a couple of large leaves. Grabbing them and tearing them off a branch, she brought the greenery down and started to wipe in-between the beautiful rump that had taken a massive dump.
I watched as she let the leaves fall, decorating the pile with their now brownish green hue. She pulled up her panties and shorts. Then I noticed her belly was completely flat, only a small layer of pudge remained.
Watching her ass wobble as she began to run again, wondering what she ate that made such a mess in the yard.
*sssssppppp*
I was to focused on the callipygous woman that I spilt my coffee. In that moment I realized I would have to clean up the monumental mess she had left behind.
 As I Went, with a shovel and a large trash can, I realized what made the dump. The object that rolled down, was none other than a human skull.
The more I scooped up the feces, enjoying the scent burried under the putrid one, I found at least two other skulls, pelvises and smashed bones along with different lengths and colors of hair. Whovever it was, they were just this woman's tremendous pile of steaming waste. The warmth radiating out I could feel it as I shoveled their remains into the trash. I was the only witness and now I was aiding the disposal of bodies.