Scat Goddess Amanda - Holding My Shit To Feed You

Amanda, the Scat Goddess, held her bowels tightly as she walked towards the bathroom. The pressure inside her was intense, but she knew she couldn't afford to give into relief just yet. Her list of errands was long, and she didn't want to soil herself before finishing them all. Grocery shopping had taken up most of her morning, and she felt the urge to shit getting stronger with every passing moment. But as she stepped into the mall, she put on a brave face and pretended everything was fine. She bought new clothes, grabbed some Chinese takeout, and even managed to get her nails done without revealing how hard she was digging her nails into her palms to fight off the agonizing need to defecate. After finishing her tasks, Amanda finally made her way back to her luxurious penthouse. She couldn't hold it anymore. The scent of delicious food filled the air around her as she approached the bathroom, but she couldn't think about food right now. All she could focus on was emptying her overflowing bowels. Amanda closed the bathroom door behind her, locked it, and finally gave in to the unbearable pain. She let out a long, loud, and desperate fart that shook her body as she prepared to release the contents of her stomach. Her crappy soup slid out of her ass in a hot, thick wave, filling the toilet to the brim. She pushed harder, feeling her anus stretching to its limit as she forced out more and more of her load. Once she was satisfied that she had emptied herself as much as possible, Amanda flushed the toilet and stepped out of the bathroom. She was covered in sweat, her body glistening with the effort she had just put into holding her shit. She grabbed the bag of fresh, hot Chinese takeout she had brought home and sighed contently. She knew just who to feed this to. Chucky, her loyal toilet slave, would be awake and waiting for his meal. She knew he was barely managing to contain his excitement about the prospect of being fed another day. Amanda opened the bag of takeout and pulled out several pieces of chicken and vegetables, drenching them in the thick, brownish-yellow sauce that coated the bottom of the bag. She walked over to Chucky's cell, a small room adjacent to her bathroom where she kept him locked up at all times. She could hear his soft whimpers as she swung the door open. His eyes widened with anticipation when he saw the food in her hands. "Here," Amanda said, thrusting the food into his mouth. "Eat it. Every last bite." Chucky obediently chewed and swallowed the food, his eyes never leaving hers. As soon as he finished, Amanda grabbed a new bag from the cabinet and unrolled it in front of him. "Now, here's something really special just for you." She held up a fresh, warm turd, still steaming from her recent shit. She placed it in front of Chucky's open mouth, and he eagerly opened wide to accept his mistress's gift. The taste of Amanda's shit was intoxicating, and he savored every bite, moaning in ecstasy as he cleaned his mistress's dirty asshole with his tongue. As Amanda watched, a sense of power and dominance filled her. She knew that she held the keys to her toilet slave's happiness, and she reveled in the knowledge that he would do anything to please her, no matter how disgusting or demeaning the task might be. She grabbed another roll of toilet paper and held it out to him, smiling as he eagerly wiped his lips clean, waiting for his next divine assignment.