I'm a in foul mood. You're my human toilet, and I am ready to spew everything on you. I can feel it gurgling in my belly. I want nothing more than you cover your disgusting face with my waste. Crawl over here to get fed again. You just can't get enough, can you? I'll have you in a new toilet box, for your head to be locked into, forever my human toilet paper and flusher. You want it bad, don't you? You crave your total degredation under my iron rule. I spread my cheeks, grunting and straining over your open waiting mouth.

Graphic, disgusting, and so twisted.

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