Miss Infinity's stomach was in turmoil as she squatted above her willing and eager human toilet. He lay on the cold floor, his eyes fixed on her, anticipation and desire in his every pore. His Goddess was going to empty her bowels onto his body, and he knew it would be the highlight of his day.
"Excuse me," she purred, her voice low and sultry as she released a torrent of thick, steaming diarrhea onto his exposed skin. She aimed carefully, hitting him in the face, chest, and even his throbbing erection. Shit dripped from his chin and soaked into his clothing, but he didn't move a muscle. His only focus was on pleasing his Goddess.
Miss Infinity took her time, smearing the sticky, warm mess all over him. She took pleasure in seeing the way it clung to his skin, the way it dribbled down his chest and stomach and ran in rivulets towards the floor. She grabbed a handful of her mess and smeared it over his crotch, rubbing it into his skin and making it shine.
Finally, she stood up, her job done. The human toilet looked up at her, his eyes shining with anticipation and adoration. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't wait.
"You've been such a good toilet today," she purred, reaching down to squeeze his swollen balls gently. "You deserve a reward."
With that, she allowed him to climb onto her, his cock sliding easily into her tight, willing asshole. She guided him with spasms of her muscles, taking him deeper until he was buried to the hilt inside her. She threw her head back in ecstasy as he pumped away inside her, grinding against him to take him as deep as possible.
"Cum with me, toilet," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Cum in my shit."
And he did. With a primal roar, he released his hot, thick semen into her, feeling it mix with the warm mess that coated her insides. She screamed in ecstasy as the two fluids combined, and then collapsed onto him, her sweaty body covering his.
For a moment, they lay still in each other's arms, panting and catching their breath. Then, Miss Infinity rolled off him, leaving him covered in a sticky mess of their combined fluids. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, smearing her own cum on her lips as she smiled gently to herself.
"That was fun," she whispered, running a finger along the seam of her lips. "We'll have to do it again sometime."
With that, she left the room, the sound of running water echoing in the stillness. The human toilet lay there, his mind reeling with the events he had just experienced. He knew he was lucky to have such a magnificent Goddess, and he vowed to do whatever she asked, no matter how taboo or degrading it might seem. For this was his true purpose in life – to be her willing vessel, to take her filth and transform it into something beautiful.
