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Black Friday 100% true again. ----- Thanksgiving dinner is usually about eating a ton of food with family and making time for football. But this year, every hour or so at the table i was checking my phone to see if She had texted me. "Check out this breakfast! Hahaha. Tons of eggs. Gonna be real stinky tomorrow," Corrin texted before i was even awake. It begins... The conversation was one sided, Her torturing me with Her meals. She had three very large meals on Thanksgiving when a normal person eats just one. But She is no normal person... Here is a list of the food She told me that She ate in the order it was texted. Duplicate foods added for different meals: When the door buzzed i had half a moment's hesitation... Did i really want to do this again? Do i really want to be a toilet? But my hand had already alerted the doorman downstairs that my mouth would be full of someone else's shit soon enough... "What's up, turd breath? Ready for some post thanksgiving shit? It's gonna be a big one... But you knew that... Heh heh heh," Her smug smile told me everything i needed to know. She was really going to enjoy this. "Do You want anything to drink? Anything i can get You," i said submissively to my Better. "Nah, go ahead and get in the bathroom, boy. you have quite a task ahead of you." i crawled into position and shut the toilet box i'd built for these situations around my neck. She tied my legs together again and then bound my arms. i get very claustrophobic, but that's not something She's going to give a fuck about. The lid lifted up and the oval cut out of my bathroom ceiling was imposing enough, but then Corrin moved Her chubby face to look down at me, right down Her nose. "you know? This is pretty incredible. What is this? The third time I've used you as a toilet? you're just laying there right now and there's nothing you can do right now, even if you begged Me to stop, know what I'd do? I'd just sit right above you and take a shit. It'd be incredibly humiliating. It's a little less bad when you want it, but if you tried to stop Me, you couldn't. So in a way, it doesn't matter. Haha. Oh well, enjoy My thanksgiving meal. My mom is a great cook, but it's probably not going to taste the same as when I ate it yesterday," She said, lowering Herself onto the seat. The wood box creaked and bent, Her huge and fat ass cheeks separated and Her greasy asshole was exposed. A large, wet fart sputtered out of Her asshole and had nowhere to go. my claustrophobia was setting in... She farted again and i felt the walls close in. i could feel the heat from Her ass and the little universe i was now confined in became too much. "Please! Wait! i'm getting claustro----." The creaking of the wood box amplified in my panicked state, and instead of standing up, my Owner started instead to add more chaos to my world. Corrin had started shitting on my face while i was having a small panic attack, and this strangely reminded me of what was actually happening. "Don't you ever tell me to wait again, boy. Don't you ever think that you have any power. It's My fucking right to shit on you whenever I fucking feel like it, so you just open your mouth, catch My giant dump, and pray that I don't drown you in My shit." i knew it was an idle threat, but if anyone was capable of shitting too much for someone to breathe it was Corrin. i had calmed down and She grabbed my computer. She started emailing someone else i talk to about using me as Her toilet. She would giggle and then a BAROUMFFF of a fart would come. A laugh then a six inch turd propelled by a splattering TSSSURT of a gas blast from Her ass. The shit itself was firm, initially it was a very long turd, one that was probably two feet in length and an inch or so in diameter. She let three of those go very quickly at the start. That was when i was freaking out, but now that i'd calmed down i was able to assess the shit better. There was a coil on one of the turds on my forehead. i could feel the warm shit sticking to my skin. The stench was worse than i thought it would be, but that was the White Castle working it's way down. The stink always comes before the actual shit. PURDDDSTTTHH A plopping, popping fart heralded above me and She laughed at something on the computer. "Hey, how do I write on that stupid website where you post these stories? I want to talk to the losers there." i directed Her to Closet Fetishist dot com and She read a few entries out loud. "Uh oh... Hang on, toilet boy." A foul emission entered my toilet nose and then a wave of very soft turds began to flow freely from Her asshole. It was 10-12 plops into my mouth and onto my face that i felt over and over. "Ho boy... Hold on... Hooooo boy.... Hnngggg." Her grunting was accompanied by PPURRFFT PPURRFFTT over and over, the same sound and the same disgusting stench filling my box. She stood up and i heard the lid close. "Good GOD! That is HORRIBLE!! Hahaha! you should see your face! I can barely see it, but I swear you're making the most disgusted face!!!" She slowly got onto the floor and untied my arms so i could flip myself and eat any shit that fell onto the ground up like a dog. She said nothing, but got on the computer again, giggling every now and then. "I think My ass is as dirty as it has ever been. you're really gonna have your work cut out for you after you shower. Licking My ass clean is gonna be quite the task," She was enjoying this particular round of toilet slavery quite a bit, i could tell. Corrin was reading some of the stories and asked me about the Halloween party and Pink Shorts. She said She wanted me to text Brooke and Stephanie and Teri and see if they'd want to shit on me with Her. In the end, we only talked about it, and for that i am thankful. my shower was finished, and then i was back on my knees staring at the soiled ass of this fat Woman whom i call Owner. She just hunched over and i spread Her cheeks, looking into Her cavernous ass. There was shit smeared all over, in every fold of Her skin. "Go on, boy. Go ahead and get lickin'," Her laughter made my face burn with embarrassment. i started with the left cheek, inside Her ass just a bit so i could keep it all ahead of me and keep Her ass clean in the end. Then i licked up the right cheek, slowly. There was an excess amount of shit caked on, but slowly, lick by lick i made it towards Her butthole. "How many licks to get to the center, eh? Count them out, slave," She said, not even attempting to turn around. One, two, three, four, five, six... A pause to re-do five and six... Seven, eight, nine, ten... Now i worked on the top part of Her anus. Eleven, twelve. Then underneath. Thirteen. Thirteen licks and then a re-do of all of them. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, and thirteen. It was spotless except for the anus itself. She was pushing out, clearly trying to fart. i affixed my mouth around Her anus and started to probe into Her asshole, pushing past the sphincter. A soft PRRRR of a fart rolled into my mouth, and i was licking clean the shit stains from just inside Her butthole. "Clean it up, ooo yeah. Enjoy that fart, slave. Enjoy My farts, now. Lick My asshole, lick My ass clean, bitch," She was talking more to Herself than to me. Another 5 minutes of a nasty rimjob and She was satisfied. "Ahhh. Another successful visit! Let's weigh in!" Only ten pounds lost this time, but She blamed it on the scale because it "had to be more". Who knows? She walked over to the bedroom to put on Her clothes and i was left on the bathroom floor, cleaning up the rest of Her mess, and it got me to thinking... i should be truly thankful that Corrin allows me to serve as Her toilet. What a great thanksgiving. |
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