A few days ago, I visited a friend in a different city, where I indulged in local cuisine and explored the old town. As the night fell, we attended a party, tasting even more delicious foods. The following morning, I texted my local human toilet, instructing him to arrive at the hotel for breakfast. He was to be punctual and well-prepared for his duties. Upon his arrival, he was informed of his role and readied himself to become my personal receptacle. I felt the urge to defecate, so I sat on the toilet while my slave massaged my legs. As I felt the moment approaching, I commanded him to open his mouth, and soon after, he received the first serving of my warm feces. He swallowed quickly, but was taken aback when he realized there was more to come. The second serving, much larger than the first, caused him to gag and turn blue. I couldn’t allow him to make a mess, so I whipped him and urged him to swallow faster. After finishing his meal, he was immediately dismissed from the room.