Lily DuPont's stomach was pleasantly distended after a feast of exquisite caviar. As she strutted back to her lavishly appointed bedroom, she couldn't help but feel the insistent pressure building in her lower abdomen.
With a smirk, she made her way to her human toilet's chambers. He was already there, kneeling patiently beneath her, his mouth open in eager anticipation. "Now, now," she scolded him playfully, "be patient. But first, I must rid myself of this uncomfortable fullness..."
Using her finger, she slowly began to pry open one slitted pupil after another until she could see black bloodshot irises staring back at her. Satisfied with his attentiveness, she turned around, pressing her generous ass against his face.
"Take your time, human toilet," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I'm sure you're eager to taste what's been prepared for you." She leaned forward slightly, teasing him with the intoxicating aroma of her digestive secretions.
But the toilet was moving too slowly for her liking. So instead, she gave an impatient huff and released all of her pent-up waste onto his eager mouth, coating his face and the front of his shirt with a thick layer of warm feces.
Her displeasure evident in her gaze, she demanded that he clean up his own mess. Slowly, reluctantly, he stuck out a trembling finger and began smearing it over his face, slowly eating away at the congealing shit.
Lily felt her blood boil at his incompetence. With one fluid motion, she spun him around, forcing him to get on his knees once more. "I told you to clean up your mess," she hissed, her eyes flashing dangerously.
The toilet braced himself, but knew what was coming next. Feeling her cold, hard heel touching his cheek, he steeled himself for the inevitable onslaught. She pressed her foot firmly against his face, grinding her shit-encrusted heel into his skin as she pushed against him.
"Eat," she growled, her voice low and menacing. And with that command, the toilet began to consume the last remnants of Lily's meal, feeling her excrement slip down his throat as he kneaded the mess from his face with his fingers.
Despite his humiliation, he couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt like to truly belong to someone—to be at the mercy of another's desires, no matter how depraved they might be.
As the taste of fish eggs and caviar faded from his tongue, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over him. He was dirty, yes, but he was also being used by someone who found him utterly irresistible. And in that moment, he knew that no matter what she asked of him, he would do it—because even this dirty, degrading existence was better than being alone.
