Toilet Slaves Scatology - I am a Human Toilet & I eat Schoolgirls SHIT!

Inside the grimy, dimly-lit public restroom, my stomach rumbles with anticipation. I am a toilet slave, and my sole purpose in life is to serve as a human toilet bowl for those who seek such perverse gratification. My master has trained me well - I live to eat shit, no matter how disgusting and repulsive it may be. And today, my master's cherished schoolgirl is going to give me a feast fit for a king - or rather, a toilet slave.

The door to the stall creaks open slowly, revealing a young, innocent-looking schoolgirl clad in her uniform - plaid skirt hiked up to her waist, white panties almost visible beneath. She hesitates for a moment before squatting over the toilet hole, ah, my toilet hole. I wait patiently, my mouth watering at the thought of what she will soon deposit into it. Her pale legs tremble slightly as she adjusts herself, and I can't help but imagine what her tight little ass must smell like even before she has shat upon me.

Finally, she releases a small gust of putrid wind from her ass, testing the waters. I don't move, remaining perfectly still. This is part of the game - I must show her that I am completely under her control, ready to consume any and all of her filth. She lets out a small sigh of relief, and then it comes - a large, heaping pile of steaming shit drops into my waiting mouth.

I don't chew, nor do I swallow. Instead, I savor each moment, using my tongue to manipulate the shit into every crevice of my mouth. It's warm, gooey, sticky -the perfect consistency for my particular palate. As I chew mindlessly, occasionally allowing a shit nugget to escape my mouth and fall back into the waiting toilet water below, my mind wanders to other thoughts. I imagine myself as a toilet in their home, having to eat their shit every single day.

Suddenly, another mouthful is pushed into my expectant maw. This time, I can taste the remnants of her day's meal in the shit - half-chewed rice and bits of fish. It's all part of the thrill for me. As I chew, I feel a rush of pleasure coursing through my veins - the knowledge that I am fulfilling my purpose, that I am being used in the most intimate and humiliating way possible.

The schoolgirl squats over me for what seems like hours, each dump more gratifying than the last. Eventually, she stands up, wiping her hands on a paper towel and nodding at me. "Thank you," she murmurs, her voice a whisper barely audible above the sound of running water. And then she's gone, leaving me here to savor the taste of her shit long after she's left.

I am a toilet slave, and I am content with my role. Because when you're the toilet in a world of shit-eaters, the only thing you can do is embrace your fate and become the best fucking toilet you can be.