Natalia Kapretti - How nice shitting in warm living toilet

Natalia Kapretti's breath was warm and filled with the acrid scent of cigarettes as she stood over the large, human-shaped toilet. Her eyes were alight with the anticipation of what was to come, her fingers already tracing the outline of the toilet seat. She smiled devilishly, admiring her handiwork. Since she was a little girl, Natalia had always found something inherently satisfying about seeing her feces disappear into a toilet bowl. As she grew older, her curiosity about what happened inside those porcelain walls only intensified. She began to experiment with ‘toilet slavery,’ or the practice of training people to become living toilets. And so it was that she had crafted this perfect slave: a humanoid vessel with a mouth that opened up into a warm, inviting toilet bowl. The cheeks were plump and flexible, able to accommodate even her largest turds without bursting. The eyes were closed tightly, slowly rolling back into its head as if it knew what was coming. Natalia began her routine, unzipping her pants and letting her panties down. She leaned over the slave once more, savoring the look of utter submission on its face. She slowly lowered her ass towards the slave's mouth, feeling the heat emanating from within. As the head of her cock pressed against the slave's lips, she gave one powerful thrust, feeling her girth stretching the slave's mouth to its limits. She gasped as she felt herself slide deeper into the warm, welcoming darkness of the toilet bowl. It was like being enveloped in a warm, comforting embrace – an embrace that also happened to be full of shit. She closed her eyes and began to thrust again and again, feeling the slaps against her ass cheeks echoing off the walls of the toilet. Each thrust sent a new wave of nausea through the slave, but it was also oddly arousing. As Natalia's panties grew damp with sweat and her juices mixed with shit, the slave found itself struggling against its own desires. It wanted to please its mistress, even if it meant having to endure her vile acts of pleasure. When Natalia finally pulled out, she leaned back against the sink, panting heavily. She reached down and began to play with the slave's lips, teasing it with her fingers before pulling it open once more. She grinned as she felt a long, thick turd slide out of her ass and into the waiting mouth below. As she stepped back to admire her work, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. This was her creation: a living toilet that would obey her every command. She lit another cigarette and blew a long stream of smoke into the open mouth below, watching it swirl around inside. "How's that taste?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you like your new purpose in life?" The slave didn't answer, but Natalia knew the answer already. She knew that somewhere deep within that twisted mind, the slave was grateful for every last drop of her filth.