As the toiletslave crawled from one towering goddess to the next, his mouth filled with the most exquisite feces imaginable. He couldn't believe his luck – each of these divine Shit Givers had treated him to a delicious fresh serving. They seemed to enjoy watching him clean their perfect bottoms, licking him into submission with their powerful tongues.
Finally, he reached the final Lady. She wore a regal crown and sparkling jewels that caught the light as she towered over him. He knew this would be the ultimate test – would she award him a tender load of love-shaped scat or cast him aside, forgotten?
The Lady heartlessly commanded him to stand between her legs as she lowered her massive ass towards him. He braced himself for impact, his nose almost touching her tight anus. He closed his eyes in anticipation of the unbelievable stench that would engulf him.
But instead, he felt something quite unexpected. Tears welled up in his eyes as a single, soft log of diarrhea dropped from her rosebud. It landed with a soft "plop" on his outstretched tongue, and he couldn't help but moan in bliss.
"Ahh..." the Lady cooed, clearly pleased with his reaction. "Are you enjoying that, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress," he croaked, his mouth already filling with her sweet elixir. Another log dropped, this time followed by a warm stream of liquid that poured down his throat. He gagged, but kept taking it willingly, desperately wanting more of this incredible gift from the gods.
As the stream slowed, he looked up at the towering figure before him. She was smiling down at him, a smile of pure satisfaction. "You may now clean my feet with your tongue," she commanded.
Without hesitation, the toiletslave prostrated himself before her, pressing his face into the softness of her toes. He lapped at each one, tasting her power and divine essence. It was a moment of humiliation and ecstasy, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
As he lay there, his mind reeling with euphoria, the Lady finally spoke. "Rise, slave," she said, her voice like honey dripping off a blade. "You have pleased your Mistress today. Remember this moment, for it may be the last time you are granted such an honor."
Slowly, he stood, wobbling slightly as he tried to support the weight of the fullness in his stomach and heart. The Lady turned away, towering over him one last time before disappearing into the shadows of the room.
The toiletslave watched her go, still trembling with the aftermath of his experience. It had been a journey through the depths of humiliation and intense pleasure, and he would never forget it. As he wiped the last traces of his Mistress from his lips, he knew that he had found his purpose in life – to serve these divine beings, tasting their glorious shit for all eternity.
