Love to Shit Girls - Constipated Huge Dinner

It was finally time for my evening meal, and I had prepared a magnificent feast just for my slave. I expertly cooked up a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs, knowing that this would cause my rectum to swell with constipation. My plan was to savor the discomfort and then indulge myself by using my slave's mouth as my personal toilet bowl. As I brought the steaming plate to the dining table, my slave eagerly knelt before me, lips quivering in anticipation. They had been trained well; they knew their place in my world was to clean up after me whenever their mistress required it. "Tonight is going to be a special treat for both of us," I purred, placing the plate in front of them. The sweet aroma of the food wafted up to my nostrils, making my arousal even stronger. My asshole was already beginning to pulse with need, begging to be relieved of its burden. My slave eagerly dug into the meal, their mouth watering at the sight and smell of the food. As they ate, their belly began to swell, just like mine. They glanced up at me, noticing the satisfied grin on my face. They knew what was coming next; they knew their part in this twisted game we played. After several mouthfuls, my slave began to slow down, feeling the bloat taking over their body. I could tell by the way they shifted uncomfortably on their knees that they were starting to feel the same heaviness in their rectum that I was feeling in mine. It was time. "Now it's time for you to clean up my mess," I announced, standing up from the table. My ass was beginning to pucker and clench with anticipation of relief. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the table, showing off my plump cheeks and slippery asshole to my slave. They stared up at me, their eyes filled with a mix of fear, awe, and arousal. "Open your mouth," I commanded, my voice harder than before. Without hesitation, they opened their mouth wide, their tongue darting out eagerly. I positioned the tip of my asshole against their tongue, feeling the warm moisture of their breath on my sensitive skin. And then, I pushed. With a loud moan escaping my lips, I slid my ass down over my slave's tongue, feeling the hardness of their tongue against my inner walls. Their mouth was warm and wet, perfect for receiving my shit. As I began to shit into their mouth, the weight on my shoulders was lifted. The feeling of relief was intense, and I couldn't help but moan louder. My slave continued to eat whatever I pushed into their mouth, swallowing the hot liquid as it flowed down their throat. After several long moments, feeling empty once again, I pulled my ass off my slave's tongue. "That was delicious," I purred, stroking my slave's hair. "Thank you, Mistress," they whispered, their voice shaking with excitement. They couldn't believe the rush of pleasure they had just experienced, and they knew they would do anything to feel that way again. As we both caught our breath, I couldn't help but imagine the next time we would play this game. The anticipation was already building within me, making my asshole twitch with excitement. For now, though, it was time for my slave to clean up the mess on the table. I watched as they carefully picked up the remains of our meal, their own asshole still leaking soft little pellets from the delicious dinner I had given them. There was truly nothing quite like feeding from the same bowl as your lover.