EATINGALLSHITFROMGODDESSES - Mistress Anita new diarrhea coerced feeding

Goddess Anita was busting at the seams today, literally. As she went about her daily routine, her intestines began to churn out an immense amount of liquid poo, filling her up to the brim with warm, gooey shit. Her stomach growled and gurgled, almost as if it was begging to be relieved of its nauseating burden. But Mistress Anita had other plans. She loved feeling so full of shit, and she loved even more the thought of making another human being consume every last drop of her precious feces. She called her toilet over to her, a pathetic little loser who would do anything for just a taste of her divine excrement. Her toilet arrived, his face eager and his cock already hard from the anticipation of what was to come. Mistress Anita smiled, revealing her perfectly white teeth amidst her messy, overflowing mouth. "You're here to receive your daily dose of shit, aren't you?" she asked him, her voice thick with pleasure. The toilet nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on her plump, shitting ass. Goddess Anita reached into her mouth and retrieved a sticky, dripping lump of her diarrhea. "Here," she said, shoving it into her toilet's open mouth. "Start with this first." The toilet moaned around the giant, ropy wad of shit as he began to chew. It was perfect, just the way he liked it: warm, gooey, and loaded with Mistress Anita's delicious poo. He couldn't get enough of it, and he knew that he never would. Mistress Anita watched with satisfaction as her toilet became lost in a world of depravity and filth. She smiled to herself, knowing that he would be here forever, living to service her every shitting need. As her toilet worked his way through the first helping, Mistress Anita felt another wave of liquid shit welling up inside her. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the onslaught. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as her bowels emptied themselves into her body once again. When it was over, Mistress Anita zipped up her fly. She was glistening with sweat and excrement, and she knew that she looked absolutely divine. She called her toilet over once again, this time holding out her hand for him to lick clean. The toilet crawled towards her on his hands and knees, his tongue tracing the lines of her dirty fingers as he reached her hand. He lapped up every last drop of her moisture, savoring the taste of her overflowing body. Mistress Anita smiled down at him, her face a mask of pure pleasure. She knew that she had found the perfect tool for her dark desires, and that he would always be there, waiting to consume her every last ounce of shit.