The booty above him rumbles ominously. He is suddenly more terrified than he has ever been. Why did he want to do this again? Who actually wants to get shit on?
"Oh slave I'm so glad you're here. I have been backed up for days. Granted it was deliberately but oh you have so much shit waiting for you!"
Carl whimpered... "Goddess please...."
PFBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT
Her fart hits him in the face and Carl feels sick to his stomach. The wet fart had flecks of shit with it and Carl's poor stomach roils in disgust. He felt bile begin to rise in his mouth but it had no where to go. If he puked it might even hit the Goddess in the booty. The slave forced it back down just in time for the Goddess to begin using him as a toilet.
The explosion of shit slammed out of her booty hole. It was brown and wet and utterly putrid. The shit coated his face completely and he had never felt more degraded and disgusting in his life. This was NOTHING like his fantasies. Actual shit was rancid, disgusting and gross to the extreme. No one could possibly want to have this done to them.
"Did you like that toilet? I've got plenty more where that came from."
He couldn't take it anymore.
"LET ME OUT PLEASE!!! NO MORE PLEASE LET ME OUT!"
The Goddess above you laughs uproariously.
"Let you out? No you are a toilet. And HOW DARE you raise your voice to me slave."
What the hell was her problem? Carl didn't want this anymore. This wasn't consensual anymore!
"YOU HAVE TO LET ME OUT. THIS IS ILLEGAL, PLEASE!"
The Goddess was getting angry.
"Shut the fuck up toilet. And stop shouting or I'll make things even worse."
Carl was beginning to hyperventilate. Why wasn't she letting him out? He was sobbing in fear now, his tears mixing in with the diarrhea.
"Please.. this isn't anything like I thought it would be. Let me out, I'll still be your author slave but please don't shit on me anymore."
She laughed, "Don't be stupid. You came to me and I told you I would use you as a toilet and so I am going to. I still have a huge pile of shit waiting for you in my booty and it is all going to rain down on you. Now shut the fuck up or I will make it worse. This is your last warning."
Carl's mind frantically wonders just how she could possibly make it worse. It probably was best to stay silent but... this was so unbelievably disgusting. Maybe if Carl screamed loud enough help would come. But the risk made Carl hesitate.
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