Charlette gurgles an inaudible response.
"Uh-huh...I think you said toilet."
Charlette screams as her mother takes her by the arm and carries her, with ease, upstairs. Charlette is kicking and bucking, trying to get away.
"What's wrong dear? You're mother would never hurt you," she laughs.
In her mother's bedroom, there's a private bathroom. She flicks on the light. The floor under the false bottom toilet is already opened for Charlette's arrival. She pushes away, still trying to fight the inevitable.
"Hey, I gave you a choice dear...at least this way, you'll have fresh air...sometimes...if you eat quick enough," her mother stifles a chuckle.
Charlette screams as her eyes go wide; she sobs openly as her mother smiles, putting her daughter in the cubby below the toilet; Charlette's head now appearing right at the bottom of the toilet bowl.
"Peek-a-boo!" Her mother exclaims, laughing, looking down at her screaming daughter. "Well, I better christen it."
She pulled down her pants, revealing her dirty, already rotten butt to her daughter as she sat down on the toilet with a satisfied and relaxing 'Ahhh' which she farted during.
Charlette was already fighting from the noxious, eggy smell of that last, accidentally emission...she knew the purposeful ones were going to be much, much worse.
Above, her mother's anus was beginning to crown a massive, crackling log that began to hang precarious from her butt. Her mother shook softly, shaking the turd like a pendulum until it landed with a disgustingly loud smack against Charlette's face. The smell was pure dark shit as the log practically pasted itself over her nostrils.
"See honey, not so bad....ough..."
Her mother above, farted and outpoured a gallon of chunky sludge, freely and powerfully from her anus. "Oh, sorry baby; I wanted to warn you about that..." She said, leaning to the side to fart; she obviously didn't really give a shit...unless it was from her butthole to her daughter's face.
"Baby...it's...I got...a....ohhh...big one! It's coming!" Her mother strained.
From her anus, a massive, boulder sized log was beginning to poke out. Charlette screamed with the shit log already over her face but she watched this massive, head crushing log that was above to fall. It stunk so bad, you could almost see the stink lines coming off of it. Charlette gagged as it got closer and closer...then broke and splat with a disgusting break up and splash against her face; like a water ballon breaking and being full of liquid shit. Charlette's face was covered in brown from her mother; above, her mother, casually brushed hair from her side; just breathing a little heavy from that massive log she just passed into her daughter's face.
Below, Charlette whimpers and sobs in vain. Her mother responds with a long, hearty fart that echos for at least a full minute and pollutes the tiny bowl with the rank smell of cheese and beans; infusing the sitting logs with new aroma to torment.
"Honey, I don't hear any eating; I know you think this is all fun and games but if you don't eat, you're really gonna clog badly...just like a regular toilet."
Through piles and flows of shit; Charlette mutters, "Please no..."
"Honey, you're the toilet; now no more excuses...you're lucky I even let you talk back to me..." PPPPRRRROOOOOOOFFFFFFFF! "Take that my little toilet bitch!"
"Mom, please..." Charlette is immediately choked by her mother's terrible gas; this latest attack thick and potent, instantly making Charlette dizzy.
"I'm very proud of my toilet daughter dear, one day you'll realize the blessing this is."
Charlette screams, both in pain and frustration.
"I know sweetie I know, just hold on; it's your first day, you can't take too much." Her mother giggles.
Her mother's ass opens wide and pours out like a soft serve machine, gallon after gallon of semi-solid sludge right into her daughter's tortured face as it seeps into her mouth and nostrils, Charlette still cries as her begins to start chewing on some of the logs. One squirts a load of sludge down her throat and she starts to choke, much to her mother's delight.
"It's tough at first sweetie; but you'll get the hang of it."
Charlette, below, begins convulsing, her body poisoned by the continual flow of shit into her system and tainted lack of oxygen. Her face is battered and splattered with logs and sprayed liberally with thick, chunky sludge.
With a sigh, her mother stands and looks down, proudly at her work. Her daughter's face is almost completely covered in brown, save for one, sad looking eye.
Charlette's mom bends down to peer right at her, "Well, hi there dear; you sure...pweeeuu; that's awful. I'm just gonna close the lid baby; it's pretty stinky." Her mother laughs.
"Now, what to do next?"
