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Making a Feminist
Author: Closet FetishistWritten: March 7, 2025
Zara's eyes flash with intensity as she backs Peter into a corner. "You're always telling me how progressive and feminist you are, but it's all just talk," she accuses.
"If you really want to be an ally, if you really support empowered women, then prove it. My mother deserves to express her divine feminine energy however she chooses." Peter holds up his hands defensively.
"Zar, babe, come on, you know I'm on your side here. I love how passionate you are about smashing the patriarchy and all that. But this...I mean, being a human toilet seems a little extreme, doesn't it?"
"Oh, so you'll champion women's rights until it gets a little uncomfortable for you, is that it?" Zara retorts, jabbing a finger into his chest. "Either you're in this 100% or you're just another fake-woke fuck boy."
She steps closer, her voice lowering dangerously. "I'm not asking, Peter. You WILL be my mother's throne. You WILL be her personal ass slave. Because that's what a REAL feminist looks like."
Zara grabs him by the shirt and starts dragging him towards her mother's room.
"Mom's been saving up an extra stinky load just for you. And trust me, she won't be satisfied until she's completely drained her bowels all over your pathetic face."
Peter swallows hard but allows himself to be pulled along, knowing better than to argue further when Zara gets like this. As zealous as she is beautiful, denying her would be unthinkable. And deep down, a twisted part of him trembles with illicit excitement at the degrading torment to come...
Zara drags the sputtering Peter into her mother Laura's bedroom. The voluptuous MILF is sprawled on the bed in a skimpy silk robe, her massive breasts and thick thighs on full display. She looks up with a smirk as her daughter hauls in her unwilling victim.
" Well well, looks like our little toilet slave has arrived," Laura purrs, rising languidly to her feet. She saunters over, each step making her huge tits bounce and jiggle. "And not a moment too soon. Mommy's had a belly full of gas brewing all day long."
Zara shoves Peter to his knees in front of her mother's imposing figure. She grabs a fistful of his hair and wrenches his head back, forcing him to look up at Laura towering over him.
"This is your chance to prove you're not just another useless man," Zara hisses in his ear. "Worship at the altar of the sacred feminine."
Laura turns around and slowly peels her robe up over the immense, heavy globes of her ass. She spreads her meaty cheeks, revealing her puckered anus, and sits back heavily onto Peter's upturned face. His muffled cries are silenced as his mouth and nose are engulfed deep in the hot, dank crevice of her giant booty.
"Ooooh fuck yes, bury that ugly mug in Momma's big smelly dumper!" Laura groans, reaching back to press his head in even deeper. Her sphincter flexes and she rips a long, sputtering fart directly into Peter's nostrils and mouth. The noxious gas from her bowels blasts his senses, making him gag.
"Yeahhh, snort it pig boy! Huff that ass like you mean it!" Zara barks, watching with sadistic glee as he squirms beneath her mother's rippling ass cheeks. She roughly palms his crotch.
"Don't even pretend you're not rock hard from having your face used as my mom's personal toilet. This is what you're good for."
Peter didn't want her to be right. He screamed out muffled cries of no, I'm not! I'm not a toilet! He tried to reason with no one and everyone, maybe most of all himself.
Peter squirms and struggles desperately under Laura's massive ass, his muffled cries of protest vibrating against her anus. "Mmmffnoo! Mmnnnot mffa toilmmt!"
Zara cackles wickedly at his pathetic denials, giving his crotch a cruel squeeze.
"Listen to him whine, Mom! The little bitch doth protest too much, methinks. No way is he not totally getting off on having his face buried in your glorious shitter."
She leans in close to hiss in Peter's ear. "Why fight it, toilet boy? We both know this is what you're meant for. Just relax and accept your place as mommy's shit sniffing ass slave. Let the scent of her superior female colon fill your worthless lungs."
Laura grinds down harder, her heavy cheeks rippling as she bears down with another raunchy fart. The wet, gurgling burst of gas erupts from her asshole and floods Peter's mouth and nose with pungent stench. She reaches back to press his face in even deeper, forcing him to huff her putrid backdraft.
"That's it, eat Momma's farts like a good piggy," Laura groans, relishing his anguished squirming and gagging.
"This is your baptism into radical feminism. You're nothing but a footstool for fierce women to rest our divine asses upon." Zara grins broadly, delighting in Peter's utter subjugation under her mother's monumental rump. She gropes the growing bulge in his pants, knowing the perverted subby side he tries to suppress is getting shamefully aroused by the degradation.
"Embrace your true purpose as a human toilet, Peter," Zara urges, her voice both taunting and alluring. "Surrender yourself to the intoxicating musk of female domination. Let Mommy's ass be your world now...""
Zara whips out her phone and aims the camera at Peter's contorted face, half-buried between her mother's huge ass cheeks. She cackles gleefully as she captures his humiliation for posterity.
"Smile for the camera, toilet boy!" Zara taunts, zooming in on his bulging eyes and flared nostrils as he sucks down Laura's noxious farts."Let's make sure we document every second of your journey to becoming a proper male feminist ally."
Laura reaches back to spread her massive cheeks even wider, giving the camera an obscene view of her cavernous anus as it flexes and pulses around Peter's face. She grunts and bears down, letting loose a long, sputtering burst of flatulence straight into his gaping mouth.
"Oh fuck yeah, eat Mommy's nasty gas, you little bitch!" Laura groans, her hips jerking and grinding against his face."Show the world how much you love being my personal toilet!"
Zara moves in close, making sure to capture the tears streaming down Peter's face and the shiny strands of saliva stretched between his lips and Laura's asshole. His muffled cries for mercy only seem to encourage the sadistic women. "Listen to him whimper and moan!" Zara laughs cruelly.
"He's so pathetic, but I bet his tiny dick is throbbing in his pants. He can't help but get turned on by being dominated by superior women."
She pans the camera down to the obvious tent in Peter's trousers before focusing back on his reddened, anguished face, glistening with his own snot and Laura's anal juices. Zara beams with vicious satisfaction.
"This is your true calling, Peter. A lowly human seat for fierce feminist asses. And now we've got the receipts to prove it!"
Peter pleads towards the camera screaming..."No...no please" his voice horse and barely able to form words through heavy panting. Laura's ass sits on him full weight again, sealing his protest away.
Zara grins wickedly as she zooms in on Peter's reddened face, barely visible between her mother's gigantic ass cheeks. His desperate pleas are cut off as Laura sits back down, engulfing him completely.
" Aww what's that, toilet boy? I can't hear you with Mommy's big booty plugging up your whore mouth!"
Zara cackles, circling around to get the perfect humiliating angle.
Laura reaches back to pull her meaty cheeks apart, giving the camera a lewd view of her puckered anus pulsing against Peter's bulging eyes and flared nostrils. She flexes her sphincter and pushes out a long, hissing fart that ripples through his throat.
"Oooh fuck, that's it! Huff Momma's butt gas like a good little slave!" Laura groans, grinding down harder on his face. "Let the whole world see what a pathetic, stinky chair you are!"
Zara leans in close with a sadistic grin, relishing every moment of Peter's utter degradation. She makes sure to capture the sweat dripping from Laura's crack onto his contorted brow and the frothy spit bubbling from his stretched lips.
"There's no use begging, ass sniffer. You're right where you belong, crushed under the divine weight of the female anus." Zara focuses the shot on his watering, unfocused eyes. "Now I have irrefutable proof of what a submissive little toilet you are. Perfect blackmail material!"
Zara pans out to take in the full debauched scene - her voluptuous mother bearing down on Peter's upturned face, smothering him into total submission. His muffled sobs and urgent tapping go ignored as Laura lets her bowels rumble ominously.
"Keep filming, honey!" Laura calls out joyfully. "Mommy's gonna baptize our bitch boy with a big sloppy shit and I want his facial to be immortalized!"
Peter's eyes bulge in abject horror, his blood curdling scream muffled into a pathetic gurgle by Laura's expansive ass cheeks. His entire body convulses violently as he thrashes against his fleshy prison, but it's no use - he's hopelessly pinned under the full weight of the horny MILF's rump.
Zara cackles with vicious glee, zooming in to capture his bug-eyed expression of pure terror. "That's it toilet boy, scream for me! Scream into Mommy's shitter!"
She grins sadistically as Peter's flailing intensifies, his garbled pleas vibrating against her mother's taint. Laura groans in delight and reaches back to spread her cheeks even wider around his face.
"Ohhh fuck yes, I can feel him wailing in there! The little bitch is trying so hard to get away!" She grinds down brutally, smearing his sobbing face back and forth along her dank, sweaty crevice.
"Squirm all you want cunt boy, this dumper is your home now!"
Zara moves in closer, panning across Peter's reddened brow glistening with tears and crack sweat. She savors every moment of his abject humiliation, watching him slowly suffocate under the noxious fumes of Laura's backside.
"Awww, is the widdle toilet slave trying to tap out?" Zara mocks, noticing his hands drumming frantically against the bed. "Too bad bitch, you're not going anywhere until Mommy's done with you. We've barely even started your training!"
She exchanges a wicked glance with her mother, both women drunk on the power of utterly dominating this pathetic male. Laura nods with an evil smirk and pushes out another raunchy fart, forcing Peter to suck down her pungent ass gas.
"Might as well get used to it, loser. This is your life now - nothing but a worthless chair for superior women to park their divine asses on!" Zara sneers at the camera.
"I think the internet is going to love seeing what an obedient little shit pig you've become..."
Zara zooms the camera in tight on her mother's straining sphincter, capturing the moment a fat turd starts to emerge from between her plump ass cheeks. The log slowly stretches Laura's anus obscenely wide, revealing every wrinkled fold as it dilates.
" Holy shit Mom, you're actually crowning!" Zara cackles, barely able to keep the phone steady as she shakes with laughter.
"I'm getting this in 4k HD, toilet boy is gonna be a viral sensation!"
Laura groans and bears down harder, her face twisted in concentration. She reaches back to splay her fingers through the sweaty globes of her ass, giving Zara an even more graphic view of the growing shit snake.
"Hnnnggghh yeah, here it comes! Open wide, bitch!" Laura growls, feeling her scat slide over Peter's nose and start to push against his tightly sealed lips.
Zara moves in closer, not wanting to miss a single humiliating detail. She pans over Peter's horrified expression, zooming in on his flared nostrils coated in his mother-in-law's anal slime. His eyes roll back in disgust and dread as he's forced to huff the pungent stink of fresh shit.
"Pucker up, ass slave!" Zara jeers. "Mommy's got a nice fat kiss for you, straight from her shitter! Better part those cock sucking lips unless you want her to force it up your nose instead!"
She giggles sadistically as Laura's turd presses more insistently at Peter's mouth, smearing his lips brown. The shit stack keeps growing fatter and longer, curling obscenely between Laura's cheeks.
"Smile for the camera, toilet boy! The whole internet is gonna see you eat your first shit!"
Zara stares intently at Peter's contorted face, not wanting to miss a single detail as her mother's log hovers centimeters from his mouth. She zooms the camera in tight, panning from the fat turd straining against Laura's anus over to Peter's trembling lips coated in ass slime.
"C'mon toilet boy, give that yummy shit a big wet kiss!" Zara crows, her eyes glinting with wicked glee.
"Open up and say ahhh for Mommy's special delivery!"
She watches raptly as Peter presses his mouth shut tight in one last show of defiance, his eyes rolling back in abject horror. Laura grunts above him and flexes her sphincter, pushing the tip of the turd firmly against his sealed lips.
Zara can sense his resolve crumbling, the twisted need to submit starting to overpower his revulsion. She leans in close to hiss in his ear, her voice pure evil seduction."You know you want it, ass slave. To be Mommy's filthy little shit eater. It's your destiny..."
She trails off as Peter finally gives in and parts his lips with a pathetic whimper. The log slides past his teeth and plops heavily onto his tongue. Laura moans in ecstasy, the camera catching every twitch of her anus as she feeds her shit to her human toilet.
"Fuck yeah, that's my good boy! Eat that turd, you disgusting whore!" Zara reaches down to roughly palm his throbbing erection through his pants.
"I knew you'd love having your mouth stuffed with Momma's poop. No turning back now, toilet cuck!"
Laura begins to grunt and bear down in earnest now, rope after thick rope of shit snaking out of her asshole and coiling in Peter's bulging cheeks. Zara makes sure the camera captures it all in lurid detail - the tears and snot streaming down his face, the brown drool seeping from the corners of his stretched mouth.
She grins triumphantly, knowing this footage will seal Peter's fate as their permanent shit pig. The power to ruin him with the click of a button makes her drunk with sadistic lust."Swallow it down, loser! Gulp that turd like the jobless bum you are! This is your life now - an unemployed toilet for fierce feminists to dump in!"
Zara cackles as Peter's throat bobs with humiliated obedience, the shit disappearing down his gullet. She pats his bulging belly, relishing how it will soon be packed with her mother's waste.
"Good fucktoy. And we're just getting started...