Mistress Gaia, the beautiful and commanding goddess of nature, was fond of using her loyal retainer, a human toilet, to indulge in her most sacred ritual – defecation. Today, after a fulfilling morning ride on her majestic horse, she returned to the humble abode of the toilet. She could almost feel the anticipation as she undid her pants and stepped over the rim, the cool air caressing her sensitive anus.
"Hello toilet," she cooed, her strong yet delicate hands gripping the edges for support. "I'm back. I had a wonderful ride this morning and now I'm going to have a wonderful poop. I can feel it, my belly is full. You're happy about this situation, aren't you?"
The toilet, once human, now nothing more than a vessel for her excrement, could only hum submissively in response. Its ruined mind no longer capable of coherent thought, it responded only to the primal urges that Mistress Gaia had programmed into its fractured psyche.
"In a moment, I'll poop in your mouth without mercy," she continued, her piercing gaze boring into the vacant sockets of the toilet's face. "I won't stop until I feel completely empty. Are you ready to receive my divine poop?"
With her free hand, she reached back and grasped her enormous, meaty anus, teasing herself gently as she began to push. Slowly, inexorably, her massive log of shit began to emerge, pushing past her lips and extending towards the toilet's waiting mouth.
"You know how many people would like to be in your place," she mused, watching as the toilet's jaws gaped open wider in anticipation. "I'm ready. I can't hold it in any longer. It's time to feed you."
The toilet felt a warm, viscous wave wash over its tongue as Mistress Gaia's enormous turd slid down its throat. It was incredibly full, the largest amount of shit it had ever held, and the goddess did not seem inclined to stop anytime soon. As the toilet struggled to keep up, she played with it, thrusting her hips forward and back to increase the pressure in its already straining digestive system.
"Look how much I've done," she boasted, her large breasts heaving as she watched the toilet struggle to contain her waste. "I'm amazed at myself. It really is a huge amount. Now finish it all, otherwise I assure you that you'll come to a bad end."
Mistress Gaia leaned forward, casting a shadow over the toilet as she loomed menacingly over it. Her boot-clad feet stomped down on either side of its head, crushing the small features that remained of its humanity.
"Ill show you what will happen," she growled, her voice deep and resonant in the confined space. "Look at this stuffed animal trampled under my riding boots. I'll crush you until your last breath. I'll also show you my weight, so you're even more aware."
With a mighty leap, she landed on one foot, balancing effortlessly on the toilet's helpless form. The added weight was crushing, but the toilet felt a strange sense of satisfaction at being used in such a way. It was the ultimate submission, a complete and total surrender to the will of its mistress.
"Okay," she said at last, her tone a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. "Now I'm going out for a moment, and when I come back, all the shit has to be gone. I know it's a lot, but that's your problem. You're my toilet, otherwise you'll end up like the stuffed animal."
She stepped away, her impossibly large rear end still protruding from the toilet's mouth. A moment later, she was gone, leaving the toilet alone with its thoughts – or rather, its lack thereof. The only thing it could do now was wait patiently for her return, and hope that it would be able to contain whatever horrors she had in store for it next.
