Kneel behind me and use your hands to extract the treasure hidden within my depths, then transfer it to your waiting mouth. Ever deeper, delve and retrieve my chocolates, allowing your cheeks to plump like a hamster’s. Ah, wonderful, I haven’t produced such a bounty in quite some time. Consume my offerings, my cherished feces connoisseur, devour more, savor every morsel. Relish the delightful taste, lick your fingers clean. You are my most prized shit-eater, chew, swallow. Indeed, such delightful flavors I possess. Smear the evidence of your devotion across your face, your chest. Behold, you are a vision of beauty. My obedient servant, consume my waste, grow accustomed to this delight, you are my personal toilet. A touch unsavory, perhaps, but bear with it. I am enamored with this act, and I can see the joy it brings you as well.