As he knelt down in front of her, the human toilet knew what was coming next. His heart raced with both fear and anticipation as he waited for the Cruel Queen to release the load she had been holding in for some time now. With a smirk on her face, she lifted up her gown, revealing her plump, round ass to him.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice cold but not completely devoid of arousal. Her asshole glistened in the dim light of the room, already starting to quiver from the pressure building up inside. The toilet did as he was told, opening his mouth wide in preparation for what was about to come.
With a forceful push, the queen expelled a massive turd from her asshole, sending it flying through the air towards the waiting toilet's mouth. The turd landed with a loud splat, covering his face and dangling out of his mouth. He could taste the foul, rancid taste of her shit as it coated his tongue and filled his mouth.
"Now chew," the queen instructed him, her voice still holding an ounce of pleasure in it. Reluctantly, he started to chew the turd, feeling it mush up between his teeth as he worked it around in his mouth. It was disgusting, but he knew what was expected of him - he was here to be her toilet, after all.
"Swallow," the queen ordered, her voice now deeper and more demanding. The toilet forced the remainder of the chewed-up shit down his throat, feeling it sliding down as he tried not to gag on the foul taste. He could feel the warmth of the queen's shit in his stomach now, churning and mixing with his own digestive juices. He closed his eyes, trying to forget about the taste and the feeling as he tried to focus on simply obeying her commands.
"Excellent work, toilet," the queen praised him, reaching down and gently rubbing the remaining shit from his face. She leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear, her words causing chills to run down his spine. "I think it's time for another round."
Without waiting for a response, the queen turned around and lifted up her dress once more, presenting her ass to him once again. The toilet prepared himself for whatever was coming next, knowing that he had no choice but to obey her every command. As he felt another turd impact against his outstretched tongue, he knew that this was his life now – to be the human toilet for the Cruel Queen Shits a Lot.
