You wake up and immediately panic. You find yourself naked, floating in a pool of water. Once you've composed yourself, you come to recognise exactly where this pool of water is located. It looks like you're stuck inside a giant toilet. The lid is shut so it's dark but the arrangement of everything is indisputable. Your heart is racing, you're still in a panic, maybe even more so now. How has this happened? Questions you wouldn't be getting an answer to.
You swim over to shore and try to scramble up the slick, ceramic surface but it's no use. It's too smooth and you're too wet. You're stuck. "Oh my god," you repeat to yourself under your breath; that's when the world around you suddenly lights up. The toilet lid is brought up and light bleeds in, the silhouette of a giant bears down on you. Soon distinguishable features of this giant woman fade in. A slim frame, pale, brown hair, freckled face, eyes something between green and brown, perfect teeth. It's Daisy Ridley, an actress, the lead of those new Star Wars films.
What the hell is going on? This has to be some ridiculous fever dream, you try to convince yourself, but it feels too real. "Hey!" you cry up to her, "down here!" Her eyes pass over you for a moment but beyond that she doesn't pay you any mind whatsoever as she turns on a dime and slides down her jeans. "Oh my god, no!" You scream and splash around in a panic, desperate. Daisy slips down her panties and promptly takes a seat, placing her rotund ass on the seat and once again blocking out the light.
"Please," you plea, grimacing up at Daisy's underside. Her ass cheeks part as her asshole is pushed open by a shit. This phallic, brown object grows and grows and you can't do anything to stop it; all you can do is brace as it breaks off from Daisy's ass and gravity brings it plummeting down to your humble abode. You cower with your hands up and get the first touch of Daisy's shit. You're lucky the enormous object didn't knock you out but maybe that would've been preferable.
You panic back to the surface of the water and realise your hands, face, and chest are absolutely painted with shit: Daisy's shit. You try to wipe your face clean but that just results in more brown face paint. The smell is simply too much, it's salty and sweet at the same time, the taste is just the same. You're lightheaded from the sense overload, that's when it begins to rain — or, more accurately, shower. The pale yellow liquid shoots down directly onto you from above, it's an even worse experience than being shat on. You try to scramble out of the way of the stream but it seems to follow you like you're Eeyore under a raincloud.
Eventually, it slows to a drip and then thankfully stops altogether. You take a desperate breather and try to compose yourself, absolutely painted with Daisy's piss and shit, inside and out. You look up to your captor and see her hand wiping toilet paper against her urethra and ass, then that bedsheet sized tissue comes falling down onto you as well. You manage to break through it as it becomes wet and see Daisy pull her panties and jeans back up without a care in the world for what she's subjecting you to.
"Why?" you quietly plea as she looks down at you. No response. She blanks you; does she even know that you're there? Then she reaches her arm over to the flusher and you panic.
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