Cory Chase stepped into the bathroom, her gaze fixed on the toilet bowl before her. The pregnant woman's cheeks flushed as she remembered what she had done earlier. She had given herself an enema, preparing herself for this very moment. Her asshole was as clean as a whistle, and she couldn't wait to fill the toilet bowl with her mess.
Walking over to the toilet, Cory lifted the lid and released an enormous shit into the bowl. It was enormous, easily the largest she had ever dropped. The smell was disgusting, but it only served to excite her further. As she watched her own turd float in the water, she felt a rush of power course through her veins.
"You're useless," She purred, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not even worth my shit."
Moving towards the door, Cory tried to think of a way to make this even more humiliating for whoever would find themselves on the receiving end of her filth. She paused, her eyes wide with inspiration. "You must worship my dirty ass and then eat what I leave for you," She said, her voice confident and commanding.
With that, she left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Moments later, she heard the familiar sound of a flushing toilet. The woman waited with bated breath, imagining the look of horror on the face of whoever would find themselves in such a despicable situation.
As the door swung open again, Cory's heart pounded in anticipation. There stood the person she had been waiting for, their eyes fixed on the toilet bowl. Cory smirked Cruelly as the man slowly walked towards the toilet, his eyes never leaving the disgusting mess inside.
"Worship my shit toilet slave," Cory growled, her voice like gravel in his ears.
The man was trembling with fear and excitement as he knelt before the toilet bowl, staring at the steaming turd in front of him. He knew what he had to do, and there was no way out of it. With shaking hands, he reached into the bowl and lifted up the turd, bringing it closer to his face.
He could feel Cory watching him, her eyes boring into his skull as he brought the turd up to his mouth. With a deep breath, he opened his mouth wide and let the turd fall inside. He closed his eyes tightly, willing himself not to gag as he swallowed.
"That's it," Cory purred, her voice almost a purr. "Now don't you forget to clean up."
Slowly, the man got to his feet, a sticky smile on his face. He knew that there was no escape from this twisted game, no matter how much he wished there was. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he grabbed a toilet brush and began to clean the bowl, the taste of shit lingering on his tongue.
