Today, he serves as the repository for everything—feces, vomit, saliva, and snot. His rebirth has commenced, the shackles and restrictions shed, transforming him into a sewer, a latrine for all and sundry. And I shall not stop there. My shit-eater will evolve into a shit-receiver.
1. Consume five-day-old excrement, pitiful slave, latrine
Now, my latrine, it’s time for dessert. I’ve been cooking it for five days, saving the excrement for you. Lo and behold, this is tiramisu, malodorous, soft, and cool. And you shall consume it now. And cease that expression. You’re attempting to dampen my spirits. You shall consume all the excrement I provide. Open your mouth, wider. Consume my excrement, swallow, you are my loo, my toilet bowl, and dump. It’s exquisite excrement, isn’t it, like excrement sherbet. Swallow, today is your holiday, you’re consuming your fourth pile of excrement. Today, I shall fill you with excrement up to your ears. Entertain us, pig snout, consume excrement and sing a song. This is merely your first experience consuming so much excrement, but fear not, I shall make it a regular and constant occurrence.
2. Saliva, vomit, snot—consume all, toilet bowl
Drinking vomit proves the most challenging task for my shit-eater. However, let it be, for today, we revel and enjoy ourselves. I’ve provided fresh excrement and collected excrement, and now it’s time to drink vomit. To ensure the latrine remains compliant and does not resist, I’ve inserted a dilator. Today, all waste from our bodies shall enter the mouth of this shit-eater. Lift your head and catch my vomit, swallow, I commanded, swallow. I shall provide saliva and snot; consume it all, I shall teach you to drink my vomit, you ungrateful latrine bowl.