In the dimly lit prison, a sense of anticipation and fear loomed as the prisoners awaited the day's wardens. Today, however, the fear was more concentrated on the rolls of fat and ample curves of the BBW prison warden who entered the room dressed in pink lingerie that contrasted sharply with the drab uniforms usually worn by her colleagues. She carried with her a plush, pink scat chair, which would be one of many instruments of humiliation and submission used against the unfortunate inmates today.
The big warden approached one of her most terrified inmates, a man who trembled in fear as she approached. "You decent?" she asked him, her voice deep and husky. He managed to nod in response, but it was clear that he was anything but decent. Today, it was his turn to feel the full brunt of the warden's sadistic ploy.
With a smile that could have been mistaken for a predator's grin, the warden ordered the man to kneel on the cold concrete floor. "I've got a big surprise for you, my dear little toilet slave," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She then produced a large, thick dildo, covered in shining silver spikes. It was twice the size of the man's head and looked heavy enough to do some serious damage.
"Now, I want you to open wide," she commanded, as she slowly inserted the monstrous object into the man's mouth, pushing him onto his back until his head was under the scat chair. The poor inmate tried his best to comply with the order but he could barely breathe through his wide-open mouth. The spikes on the dildo were digging into his cheeks and tongue, making him groan in pain and humiliation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to the man, the warden removed the dildo from his mouth, revealing a thick coiled mass of chunky shit. It was a glistening, menacing pile that towered above the trembling inmate. "This," the warden said, her voice once again dripping with malice, "is what you get for disobeying your master." She paused, grinning widely, before tapping her ample behind. "It's my special treasure for my favorite toilet slave."
With that, the warden turned her back on the inmate and sat down heavily onto the scat chair. The smell of her feces was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the panic that engulfed the man as he realized what was happening. He tried to scramble away, but his bindings held him fast.
"Resist and you shall feel my wrath," the warden warned him, her voice low and threatening. Slowly, inexorably, the thick mass of shit began to ooze out from under the chair, forming a solid bridge that connected the warden's massive behind to the shaking inmate. She pushed harder with the weight of her body, forcing the man to take in more and more of her filth.
Finally, the flow of shit ceased, and the warden leaned back, surveying her handiwork. The man's face was buried under a mountain of solid waste, most of it running down his neck and chest. She took a moment to admire her work, a cruel smile playing on her lips. Then, with a satisfied sigh, she pulled off her rubber gloves and stood up.
"Now," she said, her voice calm but commanding, "clean it up." Slowly, the man pushed himself up, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief. He knew what she wanted, and he couldn't help but tremble as he lowered his face to meet the massive mound of shit. His tongue darted out tentatively, tasting the mix of feces and urine that coated his skin and the dildo still embedded in his mouth.
With a deep, shuddering breath, the man began to clean. His tongue worked furiously, scrubbing at the disgusting mass as he tried to remove as much of it as possible. The warden watched him with a satisfied smile, her ample curves quivering with each little tremor of pleasure that ran through her body.
It took the man several long, horrifying minutes to finish his task. By the time he was done, he was completely covered in shit, his mouth and tongue coated with a thick, foul paste. He looked up at the warden, pleading with her to stop, but she only grinned and nodded towards the scat chair.
"Now," she said, her voice low and threatening, "let's see if you're a fast learner." With that, she sat back down on the scat chair, pushing the inmate's face deeper into the mountain of feces. The man screamed, but the sound was muffled by the filth that surrounded him. He could feel her warmth, her weight pressing down on him, and all he could do was endure.
Hours passed, and the warden sat on her filthy throne, while the man beneath her served as her personal toilet. He cleaned her, he massaged her, and he tried his best not to fall unconscious from the horror and humiliation that surrounded him. As day turned into night, the warden finally rose from her throne, leaving the inmate panting and trembling under the thick layer of shit that covered him.
"That," she said, chuckling darkly, "was a truly satisfying day."
