Bastiennes Butt Butter - MASSIVE SHIT! Full Consumption POV!

Need some encouragement? Want to be a toilet slave? Well, I don't trust just ANYONE to consume my plentiful loads, so I put slaves through a number of physical and psychological tests before they graduate to FULL CONSUMPTION. This is a POV run through of what graduates see on their first day of full consumption.
You must make sure you're ready for a diet of shit from this day on, or you will be exiled from my presence permanently. Bastiennes Butt Butter, the delicious and voluminous shit pies that will become your new culinary obsession, are not for the faint of heart. In fact, they are quite challenging even for a seasoned toilet slave like yourself.
As you enter the chamber, a warm and inviting aroma greets you. It's an intoxicating blend of buttery flavors and earthy tones, guaranteed to make your mouth water with anticipation. The room is dimly lit, casting seductive shadows across the expansive wooden table that dominates the space.
On the table lies your first serving of Bastienne's Butt Butter, a luscious golden-brown pie adorned with crumbly crust and glistening with butter. It looks too tempting to resist, yet you know that consuming it will push you to your limits.
Slowly, you approach the table, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through your veins. As you reach out your trembling hand, I urge you to remember why you're here. This isn't just any dessert – it's a rite of passage, a test of your commitment to me and my lavish bowel movements.
Taking a deep breath, you plunge your head first into the pie, savoring the rich, creamy texture as it coats your tongue and fills your mouth. The warmth spreads through your body, igniting a fiery passion that inspires you to consume more, despite the weight of it moving through your system.
As you reach for another mouthful, your eyes meet mine. I watch closely, judging your progress, wondering...is this really something you want? Can you handle the magnitude of my shits?
The question lingers in the air, unanswered, as you continue to devour the pie. You're determined to prove yourself worthy of my trust and my excrement – no matter what the cost. The promise of becoming my personal toilet slave is too much to resist; it calls to your darkest desires, begging you to embrace the taboo and the forbidden.
The pie disappears, leaving you feeling heavy yet strangely aroused. Beads of sweat dot your brow as you rise from the table, uncertain of what lies ahead. But one thing is certain: you've crossed an incredible threshold, and there's no going back.
"Well done, my little toilet slave," I murmur, my voice a soft whisper in the stillness of the room. "I think you're ready for more."
As the next serving of Bastienne's Butt Butter appears before you, you steel yourself for the challenge ahead. You know that every bite brings you closer to reaching new heights of depravity and satisfaction – and you can't wait to see where this journey leads you.
So, take another bite. Allow the taste of my shit to fill your mouth and excite your senses. Because from this day forward, there's no going back.
"Practice makes pervert."