"Naughty, naughty, not swallowing like a good toilet. Maybe this will convince you."
One second I was breathing fine and the next her bare foot dropped on my face. She pinched my nostrils between her toes and my air was cut off. I couldn't breathe through my mouth since it was filled with shit. I panicked and tried to escape but she had tied me up too tightly. I realized that she was going to suffocate me until I swallowed her noxious shit.
With no other choice I forced myself to swallow the disgusting diarrhea. I swallowed mouthful after mouthful but it kept coming. How much shit did she manage to stuff into that funnel?
"Ah what a good toilet. Better hurry before your air runs out!"
I kept swallowing, faster and faster but my body was rebelling. My stomach heaved and I felt vomit rise in the back of my mouth. Oh no if I threw it all up I wouldn't be able to get it down fast enough before being smothered. I wanted to live I didn't want to die at the hands (or feet) of my little cousin! I struggled and strained and tried to make my body not throw up but it was difficult. It was complicated by my lack of air which was making me panic. My lungs began to burn fiercely.
Can I get it all down before my digestive system rebels?
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