As a nature enthusiast, I often find myself taking long walks in the forest. My loyal toilet slave, Kat, always accompanies me on these excursions. On one particular walk, I felt the urge to defecate. We were far from home, and I didn’t want to wait. I ordered Kat to lie down on the ground and open her mouth wide. The white hood of her jacket added to the degrading atmosphere, as if she were a human toilet.
I warned Kat to get ready, and I began to relieve myself. My feces fell out in large chunks, and Kat was expected to catch them with her mouth and eat them immediately. A pile of excrement formed on her mouth and face, and a swarm of flies descended upon her, confirming her status as a living toilet.
I ordered Kat to eat every last bit of the feces, using my foot to push the remaining pieces into her mouth. I didn’t want to touch the filth with my hands, so I used my foot instead. I was covered in shit, but Kat’s jacket was white, so I used it to wipe myself clean.
I then drove home, while Kat was left to walk back in her filthy state. She was a sight to behold, covered in her own excrement, a living toilet for all to see. The passersby couldn’t help but stare, and Kat was left to endure the humiliation of being a shit-eater in public.