Natalia Kapretti - Becomes living toilet

Andy's heart raced as he read the message from Natalia Kapretti. The stunningly beautiful influencer he had been talking to online for months now had agreed to let him become her stationary living toilet while she was on vacation. His dream was about to come true.

He pored over the explicit instructions, committing every detail to memory. On the day of her arrival, he scrubbed the bathroom from top to bottom, leaving it sparkling clean for her. He bought new, soft toilet paper and fresh water for her urine. And he filled the toilet bowl with warm, scented water, ready for her to use him whenever she needed to take a dump.

Finally, the day came. Andy nervously waited by the door, his heart pounding in anticipation. He heard the click of the door key in the lock and scurried to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet bowl. He opened his mouth, eagerly waiting for her to use him as her personal toilet.

Natalia sashayed into the room, her voluptuous body wrapped in a skimpy bikini. "Hello, toilet bowl," she purred, kicking off her shoes and strolling over to him. "You're going to be so useful to me on this vacation."

Without further ado, she straddled him, leaning over to put one hand on the wall next to him for support. She raised her delicate derriere into the air and positioned her glistening pussy above his gaping mouth. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his tongue. Andy gagged as he felt her hot juices flood his mouth, but he managed to swallow every drop without choking.

She grinded against him, moaning softly as she took pleasure in controlling him. "That's a good toilet bowl," she murmured before pulling away, standing up, and adjusting her bikini bottom. "Since we're starting early, let's get you ready for the main event."

Natalia turned back towards him, lowering her voluptuous behind over his face once more. This time, she gave him no warning – she simply sat down hard on his face, crushing him beneath her weight. Andy felt her juicy ass squeezing against his face as she began to take massive, messy dumps in his mouth. He struggled to breathe through the overwhelming stench, but he couldn't move, couldn't escape the torrent of filth pouring into him.

She leaned over him, watching him choke on her shit. "You're such a good toilet bowl," she crooned, running her fingers through his hair. "You make me so happy."

For the next few hours, Andy was Natalia's living toilet. She used him repeatedly, filling his mouth with her piss and shit, making him clean herself with his tongue after each use. When she grew tired of using him, she kept him company, forcing him to listen to her talk about her day while she sat on his face and hips, taking pleasure in controlling him.

Andy had never been so happy in his life. He had finally become Natalia Kapretti's personal toilet, and he wouldn't have it any other way. A warm, contented feeling spread through his body as he realized that this was what he had always wanted – to be fully subservient to her, to please her in any way she desired.

As the days passed, Andy adjusted to his new role. He gained confidence in his ability to please Natalia, learning to take her shit and piss without gagging or protesting. He grew accustomed to the constant presence of her filth in his mouth, learning to savor the taste of her every excretion.

Natalia treated him well, rewarding him with praise and affection between uses. She called him her "toilet bowl," but there was a note of affection in her voice that made him feel special. He looked forward to each day, eager to please her and serve her in any way she desired.

When Natalia finally returned home after her vacation, she brought him a gift – a collar with her name engraved on it. "You're my toilet bowl now, aren't you?" she asked, wrapping it around his neck. "I've decided to keep you forever."

And so, Andy became Natalia's full-time living toilet. He was her personal waste disposal system, her source of pleasure and amusement. He loved her more than anything, and he would gladly spend the rest of his life at her feet, waiting for her to use him however she desired.

The end.