Natalia Kapretti - Go home all in shit and let everyone see what are you shit-eater and living toilet, all in shit

Natalia Kapretti and her devoted toilet slave, Kat, were enjoying a lovely walk through the lush forest when suddenly Natalia felt the urge to defecate. They were far from home, and Natalia decided she didn't want to wait to get back before relieving herself. She turned to Kat and ordered her to lie down on the ground, opening her mouth wide.

Kat knelt obediently, her face pale with fear but her body responding automatically to her mistress's demands. The white hood of her jacket created an eerie atmosphere, as if she were wearing a toilet rim on her head.

Natalia grinned maliciously as she began to unzip her pants. "Get ready, my toilet," she hissed, "I'm starting to shit."

Hot, steaming chunks of feces fell out of Natalia's anus and landed in a heap on the ground before Kat. The smell was overpowering, but Kat didn't hesitate for a moment. She scooped up the first piece of shit with her hands and pushed it into her mouth, her tongue curling around the putrid mass with eager anticipation.

Natalia watched with delight as Kat's cheeks hollowed out and her eyes watered from the effort of swallowing. "Catch shit with your mouth, bitch," she growled. "Eat right away, what you're lying down."

Kat obliged, stuffing her mouth full of the foul-smelling shit and gagging as she tried to swallow it all. The pile on the ground grew steadily, covering her torso and face in a sticky, stinking mess.

Satisfied that Kat was suitably filled up, Natalia stepped back and surveyed her handiwork. The forest air was alive with the buzzing of flies, drawn to the stench of excrement and the sight of Kat, a living toilet, covered in it from head to toe. "How much shit remained?" she snickered. "Now I'll feed you."

Natalia grabbed a fistful of the gooey mass and shoved it into Kat's open mouth, pushing her face deeper into the pile of shit. Kat moaned and struggled, but there was nothing she could do to resist her mistress's perverse demands. The stench was overpowering, and tears streamed down her face as she gagged and choked on the foul-tasting food.

As Natalia watched with cruel amusement, a wicked smile spread across her face. She reached down and scooped up another handful of shit, this time using her foot to push it forcefully into Kat's gaping mouth. The mixture of saliva and feces spilled out of the corner of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and painting her skin gray. "Ugh, fuck," she groaned. "I'm all smeared. It's good that you have snow-white jacket. I'll wipe shit on you."

With a satisfied smirk, Natalia grabbed a handful of snow and smeared it across Kat's face, wiping away some of the shit but leaving behind a macabre mask of white and gray. "Now I will go home by car," she announced, "and you will go all in shit on foot. Let everyone see that you are a shit-eater and living toilet, all in shit."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Kat to wallow in her own filth, a twisted, excrement-covered spectacle for all to see. Kat looked up at her mistress's retreating figure, a pitiful expression on her face. She knew there was no escape from her fate: she was Natalia's toilet, and she would continue to be humiliated and degraded until the day she died.