The goddess of filth had been looking forward to this weekend for quite some time. She knew exactly what she wanted to do with her slaves, and she couldn't wait to see their reactions. It was time for a new meal, one that would truly test their limits and prove their devotion.
She began by preparing herself mentally, visualizing the extent of the task ahead. Today's meal would require a monstrous amount of excrement, and she would need to ensure that every last drop was consumed by her slaves. With her mind set on the task at hand, she made her way to the toilet, ready to begin.
As she sat down on the cool porcelain, she felt her rectum start to expand under the weight of her enormous load. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to ease the pressure building inside her. Slowly but surely, the turd began pushing its way out of her asshole, stretching the sensitive skin that surrounded it.
Finally, with a loud smack, the massive shit fell into the waiting bowl below. The goddess smiled in satisfaction as she looked down at her creation; it was truly a work of art. The log was a good foot long and as thick as a man's arm at its widest point. It glistened with a wet sheen, testifying to the copious amounts of saliva and other fluids that had been involved in its creation.
Satisfied with her handiwork, she called for her slaves. They scurried into the room, their eyes fixed intently on the bowl before them. She could see the fear and anticipation in their eyes, and it only served to fuel her excitement. "Bent over and spread your cheeks," she commanded, savoring the sense of power that washed over her.
Obediently, the slaves positioned themselves before her, their asses presented for her inspection. Without further ado, she picked up the massive turd and held it triumphantly above their heads. "This is your new meal," she announced, watching as they tried—and failed—to suppress their gag reflexes at the putrid stench emanating from the shit.
"Take it into your mouths," she ordered, and as one they lowered their heads and opened their mouths wide. She let the log slide slowly from her hand, carefully guiding it into their waiting maws. They groaned in protest as their cheeks stretched to accommodate the huge, disgusting mass, but they did not dare disobey their mistress.
As the first slave swallowed, the goddess moved on to the next, repeating the process until each of them had consumed their portion. When they were finally finished, they looked up at her with pleading eyes, their faces smeared with filth and their mouths reeking of excrement.
"Now clean me," she commanded, and they scrambled to comply, using their tongues and fingers to scrub every inch of her body clean. As she watched them lap up the last drops of her feces, a wave of satisfaction washed over her. She knew that these slaves were truly hers, body and soul.
