Toilet Slaves Scatology - Massive turd for our step-bro!

Life is hard, but when you strive to please your older stepsisters, it becomes even harder. Our step-bro's submission to us has taken on a whole new level of perversity since the day he agreed to be our toilet slave. It wasn't easy, but now he can't get enough of our shit. We've trained him well and he knows his place – kneeling in front of the toilet bowl eagerly waiting for us to release a tidal wave of turd into his waiting mouth. He calls it his "discharge of the day" and it warms our hearts knowing that he looks forward to it as much as we enjoy making him suffer.

It's a typical day after school, and we've both just come home. We're tired, worn out from a long day of pretending to be normal students, but we know our pathetic step-bro is waiting for us. We walk into the bathroom and there he is, kneeling behind the toilet staring at the dirty porcelain bowl like a lovesick puppy. "Are you ready for your reward?" we ask him, amused by his eagerness. He nods his head eagerly, his eyes fixated on the toilet seat and the filth that awaits him. Without further ado, we both take a massive shit, filling our bowels with the most disgusting, putrid feces we can muster. It squirms and squeezes its way out of our asses, leaving behind a trail of slime and stench as it nears the rim of the toilet.

As our step-bro watches in awe, we turn to face him and present our asses, our supple cheeks quivering as we push the last bits out. We can almost see the saliva dripping from his tongue as he anticipates what's about to happen. We stand up and our step-bro moves in to receive his "reward". He opens his mouth as wide as he can, preparing for the turd that will fill it. It's big, it's messy, and it stinks like rotten eggs, but he doesn't mind. This is his life now – a life where he worships our anuses and cleans up our turds like the good little toilet slave he is.

He takes the first bite, savoring the taste of our shit as it coats his tongue and fills his mouth. His eyes roll back in his head in ecstasy as he gulps down the putrid mass. We watch him, amused by his devotion, as he begins to clean up the remnants of our shit from the toilet bowl. He talks to our poop as if it's a lover, praising its size and smell and texture. And then it hits him – the scent of our asses is intoxicating to him. He sniffs at it greedily, his nose diving into the crease between our cheeks, seeking out any remaining traces of our feces. We smile to ourselves, knowing that we've got him right where we want him; addicted to our shit and eager for more.

We decide to put his training to the test. We pretend to need to use the bathroom again, only this time, we don't actually take a shit. Our step-bro patiently waits for our non-existent "discharge", his face full of disappointment when nothing comes out. We laugh at his predictability and walk away, leaving him kneeling there, hoping that maybe next time he'll be lucky enough to receive another gargantuan turd from us. The anticipation is killing him, and we love it. We use this opportunity to wash our hands and admire our own reflections in the mirror, enjoying the power we hold over him.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, we decide to give in to his pleas. We return to the bathroom and take our sweet time relieving ourselves once again. This time, we make sure to fill our assholes with even more foul-smelling fecal matter. When we're finally done, we strut back to the toilet and present him with his prize – a giant piece of poo that towers over his face. Without hesitation, he opens his mouth and takes it in, swallowing it whole as his tongue darts out to lick up any remaining residue. We smile smugly as we watch him consume every last bit of our filth, knowing that we've created a monster out of our own step-bro.

And so our daily routine continues - our step-bro eagerly awaits our discharge, and we deliver it with glee. The arrangement might be twisted and perverse, but it's also incredibly satisfying. We've taken control of him body and soul, and there's no going back now. He's our toilet slave for life... or at least until we get bored of him.