Chizue's eyes glowed with delight as she felt the warm, wet mass sliding from her bowels. She had been holding this in for days, ever since she saw the portly landlord, and now it was finally time to let it all out. Her cheeks bulged as she manually squeezed the thick, pasty feces from her anus. It was a rather ungraceful movement, but Chizue didn't care; she had always been more of an animal than a human.
As the first slice of her poop hit the landlord's face, he let out a gasp of disgust and horror. But it did little to dissuade Chizue. With a cruel grin, she lowered herself onto his face, her flattened rounded buttocks pressing squarely into his nose and mouth. She farted deeply into his waiting throat, the hot, wet wind carrying a bitter and sweet taste that sent shivers down the old man's spine.
"Suck it up, landlord," Chizue growled, her voice low and angry. "This is what you get for treating your tenants like dirt."
The landlord felt his world collapsing around him. He struggled against the fetid mass that filled his mouth, fighting to keep from choking on the rancid paste. He could feel it sliding down his throat, coating his insides with a filthy layer of feces. It was disgusting, revolting, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Meanwhile, Chizue turned her attention to the manlet slave. She grabbed him by the hair and forced him to his knees, his eyes wide with fear. With a cruel laugh, she pulled his face close to hers and shoved a small, half-formed turd into his mouth.
"Swallow it," she commanded. "And you better hope I find you delicious, or else you'll be our new toilet from now on."
The manlet slave opened his mouth wide, scraping the filth off the floor of Chizue's cell into his mouth. He swallowed hard, praying that she wouldn't force him to take another bite. But even as he thought it, he knew that she would. After all, this was just the beginning of his training.
