Dearest connoisseurs, I bring to you a duology of films featuring my devoted toilet slave, who relishes in the delightful morning offerings from my royal posterior. Witness as I present to him morsels of firm, compact stool – a testament to my fruit-filled diet. The crunch of indigestible remains provides a satisfying texture, as he savors each bite with reverence.
Allow your senses to be captivated by the second installment, where my toilet slave eagerly awaits a special delivery. After two days of anticipation, I unleash a torrential downpour of fresh, steaming diarrhea, cascading into his open mouth. Taken aback by the sheer volume, he struggles to keep up, as the warm river of waste overflows and saturates his face. A breakfast banquet fit for a king, my dear fans – a veritable feast of my fresh, unadulterated excrement.