Bastienne, a curvaceous French maid with an insatiable appetite for the taboo, stood vigilantly over her toilet slave. She'd been training him for months to consume her monstrous snake-like turds with relish, and today was the day she'd push his limits to the breaking point.
Bastienne had been feasting on rich, buttery croissants all week, knowing their flavor would infuse her bowel movement. She didn't have to wait long; by mid-morning, her lower region was burning with suppressed desire. Undoing her corset laces and dropping her bloomers, she eased herself onto the cold white porcelain of the toilet.
It was then that she let out the loudest, longest fart she could muster - a monstrous plop that caused her to wobble on her heels. The putrid stench of rancid butter filled the air as a massive log dropped into the water below. Her toilet slave, a once-pudgy accountant with an emaciated look in his eyes, gasped at the size of Bastienne's offering.
With shaking hands, he took out a silver spoon and began to dig in. He started with the slimy outer layer, savoring the blend of butter and shit that coated his tongue. The taste was intoxicating, and he found himself unable to control his ravenous pace. Soon, he was slurping and chomping away like a starving dog at a buffet.
As he gobbled up every last bite, Bastienne couldn't help but feel satisfaction course through her veins. She watched with amusement as her toilet slave's cheeks bulged with her savory load. Just when she thought he couldn't take any more, he reached into the water again, grabbing another handful of her large turd chunks.
With a look of ecstasy on his face, he continued to feast, oblivious to the world around him. It was then that Bastienne knew she had truly tamed her toilet slave. The thrill of knowing someone could find pleasure in something so taboo was intoxicating, and she couldn't wait for their next session. The way he eagerly lapped up her filth, it seemed like there would be many more to come.
