Sunday morning Shits
WARNING: This story contains Male masturbation, watersports and (hyper) Scat. If you do not like either of these things, it is not recommended for you to read.
It was a nice Sunday morning, a fresh wind blowing in through the partly-opened window. The sun was already up into the morning sky, lightening up the Tiger's bedroom through the dark-red curtains, giving a red glow to the normally cozy brown bedroom.
The tiger's eyes opened up as his biological clock woke him up from his sleep, the anthro-tiger body wiggling under the thick sheets that protected him from the winter chills. Hesitantly slowly, the tiger moved to one side of his single-person bed, one of his feet peeking out from under the sheets into the slightly chilly inside air.
The tiger's eye wandered around the bedroom, until it caught sight of his clock: 10:15AM. Not particularly early, nor very late for this day of week, but for the tiger it did meant that he slept past his normal breakfast time, and sure enough he felt it right after the thought hit his mind. His stomach growling loudly as the feline's thoughts wandered over different items of food.
The tiger stood up entirely, his strong and sexy tiger frame standing up straight in front of the mirror that decorated this side of the room. With a short flick of his tail, he headed off towards the stairs, descending down them to find his small but functional living room and kitchen. The refrigerator buzzing like always, signaling that the 20-year-old machine was still doing its job.
The fridge's door opened, the cold air quickly escaping the brightly lid cold-storage-container, that the tiger took the bottle of milk, and package of ham out of, along with some butter to smear on his toast.
Taking the knife out of the tray, and the bread and other edible accessories from their places, he started with making his sizable breakfast. Never forgetting to put a generous amount of tasty treats on top of every slice.
Stuffing his maw with one of the slices of bread, the nude tiger took the other bits and pieces of his breakfast, put it all on a big plate, and carried it to his comfortably small living area. Turning his TV on, and resting his body in a laying position on the two-seater couch, his head resting on one of the arm rests, his rump, legs and tail resting and hanging over the other end.
Finishing the breakfast with a loud burp, the now satisfied predator patted his slightly bulging belly, his eyes wandering off to the TV again, which was showing a documentary on 'Animal Mating Behaviour.' On the background of Bloodhound Gang's 'Discovery Channel', it showed two Elephants mating, the male mounting the female's body with his phallus seeking the fertile female hole to full.
Though it wasn't even close to the normal porn he watched, this scene, and probably the background music, was enough to get his tiger meat up, the dripping length standing proud from the male sheath, heavy hairy balls serving as decoration under the heavy sheath.
The tiger's thick-furred paw slowly slid down the side of his body as nature slowly took over his mind, starting to slowly stroke up and down his rigid penis, up an down, covering the entire length in clear but slightly sticky precum that slowly oozed from the member's sensitive tip.
After a good couple of minutes (well past the playing time of the background music), the tiger let out a low moan, before gasping as his large thick erection started spurting out his fertile semen all over his furry chest, the amount of it would easily fill a couple of table spoons with his seed.
Quickly after his need for sexual release was satisfied, another urge rose to his attention. His member had already gone slightly limp in his paw as a couple of drops of lightly golden colored fluid appeared at the tip of his cock. It was slightly to the tiger's surprise, as during the entire paw session, he haden't noticed his fairly immediate urge to release the immense pressure on his bladder.
Since the dribble from the tip of his limp member had already slowly formed into a tiny stream of urine, the tiger didn't take the effort of trying to make it to the bathroom. Rather, he rolled over to the side of the couch, until he was belly down, facing down at the plastic floor with one side of his body carried by the couch, and the other side resting on the saloon table, which hosted his plate and cup for the milk. His now spurting cock was hanging under his body, covering the floor in fresh urine, splattering his pee on the underside of the couch and table.
After a solid minute and a half of peeing on the floor, the thick stream of urine stopped, as his bladder had emptied out completely. His floor was covered in his urine, flowing under the couch, under the table and slowly easing closer to getting under the TV set as well.
He wanted to get up and make sure the fluids wouldn't hit the cables, as another urge hit him, the sounds that the TV was making abruptly disturbed by a disturbingly loud and foul smelling fart. The tiger immediately knew what remained to be done, as he got back into position over the floor. He took the plate, which was a foot in diameter, and placed it under his rear, hoping that whatever and however much he dropped, would fall on it, rather than the floor, since he could carry the plate away, and not have to clean the floor of his feces.
The tiger groaned a bit when he felt his rectum opening to release another bit of foul air, before a solid peace of tiger shit found its way out, sliding slowly out of the stretched hole under the lifted tail of the grunting feline. It wasn't long until the flow of feces sped up, larger pieces breaking off as the tiger crap kept coming out of his rear, creating a nice and big pile on the plate.
Clearly surprised by the way he felt, even after having shat so much already, he wiggled his rear. Forcefully clenching his still shitting butthole shut, when it became obvious that the entire plate was covered in tiger dung, forming a nice hill of crap on top of it, while his rear end still didn't feel as if he was done, it didn't feel as if it would explode with crap anytime soon again.
Getting out from his... odd position, he knelt down in his urine, to pick up the plate, careful not to get stains on his fur, lifting it up from the floor. With the plate precariously in his paws, he got up on his feet, and slowly walked through the wetness, to the door of toilet.
The tiger could feel his stomach rumble, clearly feeling that something was going on in there. He squatted down in front of the toilet bowl, the plate resting on the porcelain bowl when another loud and wet fart escaped his rear, followed by another fart. Feeling a lack of control over his bowel movement, his backside opened wide, as a thick, wide long turd, easily twice as thick as his cock, slid from his rear. The giant turd dropping to the floor with a light thud. Quickly after the 'plug' had gone, a longer stream of softer mass flowed from the rear exit, covering the whole thick turd in light-brown crap.
Out of desperation, the tiger dumped the plate and all the shit on it into the bowl, before quickly moving his still shitting rear over the bowl as well. Some small bits of fresh dung landing on the seat, and sticking to his fur, but that would be a small worry for him at this moment, as he was being tortured by his seemingly endless supply of fresh crap in his rear.
To his increasing worry he found his bowel movement to be too big for the toilet bowl to handle. The bowl area of the porcelain structure filling up with tiger shit. So much so that his flacid penis was touching the pile lightly. The tiger's paw quickly rushed behind him, trying to flush the poor toilet, to only partial succes, as only a small bit of the increasing pile was pushed into the flush hole.
The water was collecting behind the shit-dam, starting to overflow on that side of the mount of tiger dung. This was not at all what the tiger wanted, but instead of trying to do anything about it, he lifted his rear from the toilet bowl, a thick rope of shit hanging from his rear, growing as quickly as he raised his rear from the bowl.
After the rope had broken off, ending up towering just slightly above the seat of the toilet, his rear released a couple of solid nuggets. The tiger sighed as he felt his bowel movement finally stopped, looking down at the small mount he left in front of the bowl, the line of shit that ran up the side of the bowl, and then inside the bowl itself. He patted his belly and sighed again, wondering how the hell he managed to shit this much in one morning, or how he even managed to collect this much, even while going to the shitter regularly.
Leaving the pile be for now, he walked out of the toilet, looking at the living room. The urine had stopped flowing before going below the TV set, which was a big relieve to him since that meant no fluid got into the electronics..
Walking over to the sink, his tail raised slightly, as he let go of a small fart. He immediately stopped in his tracks, waiting to feel if anything more was following... Fortunately for the tortured creature, this seemed to be the end of it for now. He continued on to the sink, washing off his fairly clean paws, and washing his face, to wash the sleep from his eyes.
When he was finished with this part of his morning routine, he walked over to the closet and looked in it. He took out a bucket and a mop, starting with the long process of cleaning that would probably take him the rest of the morning, and probably the afternoon.