In a hidden chamber deep in the heart of an ancient Chinese palace, there was once a man known only as the Human Toilet. His duty was to serve as a living receptacle for the waste of the exquisite Scat Goddesses who once ruled this land. However, times had changed, and their empire had crumbled to dust. The Human Toilet was now alone, forgotten by history... until today.
The door to his chamber creaked open slowly, drawing his attention away from the stale bowl of shit that had collected on the floor. Standing in front of him was none other than the Scat Goddess herself, clad in an iridescent thong that barely contained her monumental ass. She stared at him for what felt like an eternity, her emerald eyes filled with a mix of lust and nostalgia.
"I have missed you, my little toilet," she purred, her voice like honey dripping onto hot coals. "I have thought about you every day since we parted ways."
The Human Toilet trembled in anticipation as she stepped closer, her gravity-defying ass swaying hypnotically with each step. She grabbed hold of his hair and pulled his face close to her ass, her thong already damp with anticipation.
"I think it's time we caught up," she whispered seductively.
Before he could respond, she lowered her perfect, round rear end down onto his face, crushing his mouth against her soft, supple cheeks. He could feel the heat radiating off of her as she sighed contentedly, her warm breath washing over him. The Human Toilet gingerly reached up, tentatively touching the shimmering fabric of her thong. To his astonishment, she didn't push him away but instead gave him a sly smile.
"Go on," she breathed, her tone threatening to melt his resolve. "I know you've always wanted to see what lies beneath."
With shaking hands, he slowly inched the strings of her thong aside, revealing her perfectly shaped anus to him. He couldn't help but stare in awe as she lowered her fat, firm buttocks further onto his face, engulfing him in her divine scent. As he began to explore her supple ass with his tongue, she let out a moan that sent shivers down his spine.
Overcome with lust, the Scat Goddess began to push her immense weight against his face, grinding her hips into his as she relished in the sensation. Her moans turned into gasps of pleasure as she shat onto his face, covering his eyes and nose in a warm, wet blanket. She continued to pump out wave after wave of shit onto his face, building up a mountain of feces where once there was only a bowl.
Finally, spent from her orgasmic indulgence, she lifted her ass off of his face, leaving him gasping for breath under the mound of her shit. She stood admiring herself in the mirror, her reflection distorted by the piles of filth around her.
"You know, old times may never truly be back," she said with a wistful smile, "but sometimes it's nice to remember things as they were."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving the Human Toilet alone once again, covered in her magnificent waste. But for the first time in centuries, he knew that he had truly seen the beauty of the world... through a Scat Goddess's asshole.
