Chinese Scat Love: A Goddess's Personal Perspective
As I, the beautiful goddess of this story, stood over my chosen human toilet, I gazed down upon him with contempt. His fate was sealed; he would become covered in my feces and forever remain at my feet. It wasn't just any toilet I had chosen but an expertly trained individual who had dedicated his life to satisfying women's most intimate needs. His name was irrelevant, for he had forfeited all sense of identity the moment he accepted his role as a toilet.
I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, or perhaps it was just the immense load in my bowels. I clenched my perfect buttocks, feeling the pressure building as I prepared to release the most vile and disgusting substance known to man. My large breasts swayed gently with each shift, teasing him even as he waited with bated breath.
Finally, I let loose a torrent of feces, watching it spill over his face and down his body. He writhed beneath me, trying in vain to escape the putrid mess that now covered him from head to toe. I laughed, a hearty and cruel laugh that echoed through the darkness. This was my moment of dominance, and I intended to savor every second of it.
With a satisfied smirk, I moved closer, my naked body looming over his twitching form. I knelt down, bringing my face level with his and looked directly into his terrified eyes. "You are mine now," I whispered, my breath reeking of excrement. "You will always be covered in my filth, forever remembered as the human toilet who's life was dedicated to servicing women's most intimate needs."
I reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulled his head up, forcing him to look into the abyss of my feces-covered visage. "This is your new reality," I growled, "And there is no escape." With that, I stood up and walked away, leaving him there, buried in my waste and bound to serve me for all eternity.
The goddess stands over the human toilet, looking down on him with contempt.
She feels the weight of the world on her shoulders as she prepares to release her feces.
The toilet writhes beneath her as she lets loose a torrent of excrement.
The goddess moves closer, looming over the twitching form of the toilet.
She kneels down and looks directly into the terrified eyes of the toilet.
With a cruel smile, she whispers that he is now hers forever.
Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulls his head up and forces him to look into her feces-covered face.
She stands up and walks away, leaving the toilet buried in her waste and bound to serve her for all eternity.
