RosellaExtrem - Record-breaking mega-shit sausage for the next slave mouth!

And the next toilet slave who wanted to eat my big shit sausages. This slave also reached his limits! Because I didn't shit for 3 days so that he could have a decent amount to eat. The wait was worth it. As I sat on the throne, the anticipated feeling began to overwhelm me, and once I realized the amount of pressure building up in my bowels, no one could stop me from pushing out my record-breaking mega-shit sausage. I could feel the warmth and weight of my giant turd as it slid out from my gaping asshole. I looked down in awe at what was about to become the next slave's meal. The sausage's size was enough to make my mouth water, but that wasn't all, as there was a generous serving of my piss mixed right in. As the slave squirmed in anticipation below me, I calmly lifted up my mound of shit with both hands and presented it to his open mouth. His eyes were wide with both fear and excitement as he stared up at me, waiting for my command. With a grin that would send shivers down any toilet lover's spine, I speared the tip of the sausage onto the end of his tongue. The heat from my freshly excreted masterpiece hit his taste buds like a freight train. His mind was lost in the sensation of it all as much as his body was overwhelmed by the size of what he was eating. With each bite, he could feel my delicious shit coating his entire mouth, making him moan uncontrollably. As he struggled to swallow this enormous portion of my shit, I continued to feed him more. My hand never relented from pushing the sausage further into his waiting mouth. He looked up at me pleadingly with his eyes but couldn't form the words to beg for mercy. He was too caught up in the ecstasy of being completely dominated by my shit. When the slave had finally consumed 3/4 of the mega pile of shit, he lay there like a broken man. His face was completely plastered with my shit, and his eyes were unfocused and glassy. I decided to push him further, so I stood up and aimed my piss streams directly onto his face. "Drink up, slave!" I commanded. He groaned as he felt the warm river of piss soaking into his skin and mixing with the mountain of shit that he had just eaten. It was a painful but amazing sensation that left him weak in the knees. In the end, I wasn't satisfied until I was sure that no part of the slave's body remained untouched by my divine shit. I had fulfilled my purpose of feeding him until he could no longer think about anything else but the overwhelming taste of my shit lingering on his tongue. The next slave in line could only hope to experience the same level of submission and ecstasy that their predecessor had endured.