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I was just lounging at home in my thin yellow t-shirt—nipples clearly poking through—and my favorite short summer shorts when the pressure hit me. I grabbed my phone and took you with me. You watch me sit down, relaxed but needy. You can't see the toilet, just me—legs spread, shirt clinging to my chest, and every soft moan and sigh as I start to let it out. You'll hear the steady stream, the warm trickle, and those surprise little farts that slip out between breaths I talk to you while it happens… like you're sitting right there, watching me go. And when I'm done, I give you a view you won't forget.