The human toilet holds no power, I am the one who dictates how and when it will be fed. My latest human toilet, a young one, faces a challenging task today, as he must eat feces straight from my anus. Initially, I sat on his face, compelling him to kiss my backside and drink from the fountain of my urine. Eventually, the slave waited anxiously for his turn to become a full-blown human toilet. When the urgent need to defecate struck me, the slave opened his mouth, and soon after, his face was covered in excrement. His duty that day was to swallow every last bit I prepared for him, and you will witness me force-feed him with multiple servings, causing him to gag and almost retch. In a few months, I will be hosting a guest from another country, a dominant individual who shares my scat interests, and we will be throwing a scat party. Thus, I must train him to consume waste rapidly and find another candidate to serve some ladies during the event.