I find myself at a bustling campground, surrounded by many people and enjoying the great outdoors. As I relax in my campervan, I indulge in a solo pleasure session, all the while relishing the growing urgency of my impending bowel movement. Little did I know, this would quickly escalate into a desperate situation.
As my arousal reaches its peak, my need to defecate becomes unbearably strong. Realizing that I cannot make it to the toilet in time, I attempt to put on my onesie, but only manage to half-cover myself before stumbling outside. It’s dark now, and I’m faced with the challenge of finding a suitable place to relieve myself.
With no time to spare, I squat down behind the campervans of my neighbors, releasing a torrent of smelly waste. Overwhelmed by embarrassment, I silently pray that no one will catch me in the act. Once I have finished, I quickly walk away, leaving behind the evidence of my accident.
In my desperation, I convince myself that humans can indeed defecate wherever they please, just like dogs. Although I know this is a flimsy excuse, I take solace in the fact that I have narrowly avoided a disastrous outcome.
Please, chastise me gently for my naughty behavior. After all, I am just a mischievous kitty in need of a scolding.