As the sun began to rise, Jennifer's slumber was disturbed by an insistent throbbing in her asshole. She moaned softly, realizing what was happening. Her body had started to produce another deposit of shit, and it was pressing against her sphincter with increasing urgency.
With a sigh, Jennifer reluctantly climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. The coolness of the tiles on her bare feet sent a shiver up her spine as she knelt down in front of the toilet. She grunted as she took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was about to come.
With one powerful push, Jennifer's enormous turd slid out of her asshole and splashed into the toilet water. It was as big as a softball, and glistening with a layer of slimy mucus. She groaned in relief as she finally emptied her overflowing bowels.
As she wiped herself clean, Jennifer couldn't help but wonder how much more of this disgusting ritual she could handle. It wasn't like she had any control over her body's newfound appetite for human feces. Every now and then, it would just decide that it was time to process some poor sap's waste through her digestive system.
Jennifer finished cleaning up and returned to her bedroom, still feeling the warm, slightly unpleasant sensation of her clean asshole stretching open to accept another deposit. She knew that this was something she would have to endure for the rest of her life.
Later that day, Jennifer received a text from her mysterious benefactor. "My juicy turds and wet asshole are waiting for you, my slave." She shook her head, feeling a mixture of disgust and resignation. This was her new reality, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Dressed in a short skirt, thong, and blouse, Jennifer left her apartment and made her way to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Inside, she was greeted by her master, who stood before a table laden with fresh feces.
"I warned you not to keep me waiting," he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. Jennifer approached the table hesitantly, her eyes fixed on the array of steaming turds. She couldn't believe that this was what she had become reduced to - a human toilet for the pleasure of others.
"Kneel down and present your face," he commanded. With trembling hands, Jennifer knelt down before the table and opened her mouth, revealing her trembling tongue. Slowly, he lifted one of the turds with a gloved hand and brought it closer to her face.
She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as the rancid smell assailed her nostrils. "Open your eyes and accept your fate," he hissed. Jennifer forced herself to open her eyes and saw the massive turd hovering just above her face.
With a silent prayer, she leaned forward and took a bite. The taste was as revolting as she had imagined - a combination of feces, ammonia, and rot that made her gag reflexes work overtime. But she couldn't stop now. She took another bite, and another, until the entire turd had disappeared into her gaping maw.
As she struggled to swallow the last bits of her master's shit, Jennifer realized that there was no escape from this horrific existence. She was a slave to her master's depraved desires, and would be until the end of time.
With a heavy heart, Jennifer rose from her knees and made her way back to her own filthy apartment, wondering how much more of this she could take. The answer, she knew all too well, was that there was no limit to the disgust and humiliation she would have to endure.
