Natalia Kapretti - Open mouth, I know you want my shit

Oh, my dear toilet, you've been working hard all day. You've dutifully accepted the liquid gold of my slave girl, Natalia Kapretti, and now it's time for your ultimate test. It's time for me to shit in you. Ha ha, I know you can take it. That delicate porcelain trembling beneath my feet is just a sign of your eager anticipation. Am I right, my little potty? You know you want this.

You've already been used by so many people, swallowing up their urine and their shit. Now it's my turn to add to your rich history. And it's going to be glorious. My hot, steaming piles of poop are going to fill you up, and you're going to love every second of it. There might be a few awkward moments at first, but soon enough, you'll get used to it. Just like you've gotten used to being called a toilet for all these years. Isn't that right, toilet?

You were meant for this, my dear toilet. You were born to be the receptacle of all kinds of fecal matter. And trust me, I have plans for you. Big plans. I want you to eat shit, too. Not just mine, but from five, ten, even twenty different people. Men and women alike. Can you imagine it, toilet? You, our beloved shit receptacle, feasting on the delicious fruits of all our labor? It's going to be amazing.

And when you've had your fill, we'll put you back in your place of honor, right in the middle of our home. Everyone will see you, everyone will know what you are. You'll be the pride of our household, the symbol of our devotion to the art of fecal indulgence. You'll be the toilet that never says no, that always takes it like a champ.