This morning my belly is insanely bloated. Yesterday I overdid it with chia, flax seeds, beans—everything that ferments and presses for hours. The urge is building, warm and heavy, and I smile to myself because I know exactly where it’s going. Not in the toilet, obviously. I’ve got a brand-new worm, fresh arrival, and today I break him in properly.He comes in, drops to his knees without a word. Kisses the soles of my bare feet one by one with pathetic devotion, then licks them clean, collecting every trace of dust and dried sweat. I’m sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, barely glancing at him.“You know what’s coming today, pig?” I say in a flat tone, eyes on the screen. “Your tongue is going to be my toilet paper. But don’t worry—I’m not shitting in your mouth… not yet. I want to keep that mouth clean for later. So I’m dumping it all over you: on your bare stomach, your chest. That way you can lick my ass afterward without your mouth already stinking of shit.”I see him tremble, eyes wide, cock straining in his pants. He knows there’s no escape.“Shirt off. Lie down on the floor.”He obeys instantly. Pale chest, nipples already hard from nerves. I straddle his face first.“Lick my hole. Open it up properly. Push in deep, swirl, get it wet. Show me how much you want this.”His warm tongue slides in—slow at first, then eager. Circles the rim, presses, loosens me bit by bit. The pressure is massive now, ready to burst.I stand up, squat over his stomach, thighs wide, ass hovering just above his skin. I stare straight into his eyes, slow cruel smile.“Watch me turn you into my personal toilet.”I push. Then the load comes: big, heavy, lands with a wet thud across his chest. His eyes bulge; he knows he’s eating every single bit.“Look how much I saved just for you… I ate extra yesterday on purpose.”I sit back on the couch, bare feet now carrying a few streaks.“Now clean my ass. Lick up everything still stuck there.”I turn, plant my dirty hole right onto his face. He starts licking frantically: gathering the soft, earthy, bitter remnants. Tongue digs deep, swirls, sucks, swallows. I grind back and forth, using his face like living toilet paper until my hole feels smooth and nearly clean.“Good… now the main course.”With my feet I scoop a thick piece from his chest—warm, soft but firm. I bring it to his open mouth using my big toe and second toe.“Open wide. Eat from my foot, pig.”I push the bite between his lips. He chews slowly, swallows with grimaces of disgust. I keep going: another chunk, I mash it lightly under my sole to soften it, rest it on his tongue.“Lick my toes after every bite. Taste me mixed with your meal.”I rub my dirty soles over his tongue, cheeks, lips. Shove each toe into his mouth one by one while he swallows. Piece by piece I feed him this way until his chest is almost clean. I make him lick the last streaks straight off my feet.“All gone… good puppy.”He’s panting, hard despite the revulsion.“You earned a reward. An orgasm… ruined, as always.”I plant one foot on his cock, rub slowly to the edge… then pull away sharply. He whimpers desperately, body shaking, no release.“Tomorrow we’ll see where I dump next… maybe all over your face. Or straight in your mouth. Depends how good you are at cleaning me tonight.

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