Lady Shay - Andy is getting turned into a shit eater

Andy was mortified as he found himself kneeling before the imposing figure of Lady Shay. Her throne room reeked of feces and she herself was covered in it, a smile of malicious glee plastered across her face. His stomach churned as he realized what was about to happen to him. "Now, Andy," she purred, her voice dripping with cruelty, "I am going to teach you how to be my perfect little shit-eating bitch." She leaned forward, pulling her robes aside to reveal her gaping asshole. A thick stream of diarrhea was already dripping out of it, slowly coating the floor beneath them. "First things first," she said, grabbing his face with her gloved hand, "You're going to learn to love the taste of my shit." She forced his head into her steaming pile of excrement, shoving it into his mouth roughly as he gagged and struggled. The taste was nauseating, worse than anything he could have imagined, but he could feel her fingers digging into his skull, holding him in place. "Swallow," she growled, her voice like gravel in his ears. "Swallow every last drop." Andy did as he was told, his mouth filling with the bitter taste of human waste. His stomach lurched as he forced it down, feeling like he was going to vomit at any moment. "That's a good boy," Lady Shay murmured, her hand still clamped against his face. "Now, let's see how well you can take my cock." Her other hand reached down, gripping her enormous cock through the folds of her robes. It was covered in her shit, gleaming wetly in the light of the ever-burning torches. "Open wide," she commanded. With trembling hands, Andy parted his lips as best he could, feeling a shudder run through him at the thought of taking that filthy cock inside him. He could see Lady Shay's face contort with pleasure as she slowly pushed her cock into his mouth, her weight pressing down on him. "You like that, don't you, Andy?" she taunted, grinding against his face. "You like the taste of my shit as much as you like the feeling of my cock in your mouth." Andy could only moan in response, his mind reeling from the sensations assaulting him. The thought that he was becoming Lady Shay's toilet was too much to bear, but he couldn't deny the strange pleasure that was washing over him. As she rode him face, her hands gripping his hair painfully tight, Andy could only think about one thing: the fact that he was going to do whatever this gorgeous woman wanted, no matter how degrading or humiliating it might be. Because in that moment, he realized that he was already hers – body and soul.