Hidemi's* wild eyes darted around the dimly lit room, her heart pounding in her chest as she gazed at the hulking form of her master. He was a surly figure, with a brutish smile that seemed to promise nothing but pain and humiliation. Young Hidemi's* mouth watered uncontrollably, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she stared at him. She had eaten far too many peanuts the night before, and now she knew the consequences.
Master's* brow furrowed in mock annoyance, his massive hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You shouldn't have eaten all those peanuts," he growled, taking a menacing step towards her. "Now your belly's all bloated and gross."
Hidemi's* eyes dropped to the floor, her cheeks flushing crimson with shame as she tried to contain her gurgling stomach. She hated it when she made him angry - his punishments were always so much worse when he was worked up. With a grunt, he yanked down her shirt, leaving her trembling breasts exposed to the cool air of the room. Then he roughly pushed her to her knees and grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head back so that he could get a good look at her quivering tongue.
"Go on," he rumbled darkly. "Taste what's coming."
Hidemi's* gaze flickered towards the toilet bowl, where a thick golden sludge was bubbling and steaming. "Please," she whimpered, her tongue darting out to wet her lips again. "I'll be a good toilet."
Master's* face split into a wicked grin, and he gave her a sharp shove towards the toilet. With a gagging noise, Hidemi stuck her face into the vile, fetid mist and closed her eyes tightly. The smell was overwhelming - a potent mix of peanuts, old vegetables, and buttery decadence that filled her nostrils and made her stomach churn. But she forced herself to take a deep breath and opened her mouth, waiting for what would come next.
Something warm and heavy touched her lips, and she opened her eyes to see a small, round turd staring back at her. It was solid as a rock, but the inside was smooth and velvety, like the softest butter melting in her mouth. Hidemi's* eyes widened in disbelief as she felt it slide down her throat, coating her esophagus in a warm, rich film. She hadn't tasted anything like this since she'd first become Master's* toilet - it was everything she'd hoped it would be, and more.
As she savored the taste, another turd appeared, and then another, each one bigger and more delicious than the last. She could barely believe her luck - after all this time, Master had finally given her the treat she'd been dreaming of. And as she hungrily mashed the golden sappy turds between her tongue and teeth, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contentment wash over her.
After what felt like an eternity, the turds stopped coming, and Hidemi reluctantly pulled her head out of the toilet bowl. She looked up at Master, her eyes shining with gratitude and admiration. He grinned proudly down at her, his hands on his hips. "That's more like it," he said, prodding her towards him. "Now, go get cleaned up. You've got another busy day ahead of you."
Hidemi slowly stood, her legs shaking with excitement and anticipation. As she walked past him, she could feel the hard, throbbing bulge in his pants, and she couldn't help but smile. Tonight, she knew, would be something truly special.
