As the fifth and final lady ascended onto the pedestal, tension filled the air. She was voluptuous, her ample breasts threatening to spill out of her tight dress. Her long, luscious hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her piercing green eyes bore into his soul.
"Lady, what about the toilet?" The man stuttered, anxiously glancing between the Matraze and the lady.
Without a word, she walked over to the edge of the Matraze and lowered her beautifully sculpted ass over it. As her weight pressed against the human-shaped toilet seat, there was a loud squeak followed by an audible gulp from beneath her.
"Fucking hell," He thought to himself, feeling both humiliated and aroused by the scene unfolding before him. Despite his discomfort, he couldn't help but admire the sight of her plump cheeks spreading apart as she prepared to release her foul load onto the Matraze.
Without warning, a hot wave of putrid air washed over him as she unleashed a torrent of diarrhea into his waiting mouth. The thick, viscous liquid coated his tongue and filled his mouth to the brim, causing him to gag and choke as he tried to keep pace with her rapid defecation.
Her eyes never left his as she continued to pump out her bowels onto his face, each shit heap larger than the last. Slowly but surely, she emptied herself onto the Matraze, leaving behind a steaming pile of human excrement adorning his previously clean body.
Finally, She stood up, her hand thrust out to be wiped clean by the man who'd just been used as her personal toilet. With a hint of a smile, she walked off the stage, leaving him covered in a film of filth and fecal matter.
