Charlette's mother was smirking, knowingly; she'd given her daughter an impossible task.
"Well, well, well, look who failed."
"Mom, I'm..."
"Oh, sweetie, I know this is new to you, but this would not be the time to talk back; I really don't care what reason you have for not finishing all my shit. It's what I asked you to do and that's what I expect to be done by the time I return. Are you too dumb to even understand what I mean?"
Charlette's eyes well up with tears.
Her mother holds back tears of her own but this is it; the defining moment. She could pull out her daughter now, hug and embrace her and try to put all this behind them. Or...
"Don't cry bitch! Just get ready to clog!"
"No, mom!"
"What the fuck did I tell you?!" Her mom screamed as she sat down, covering her daughter's toilet bowl home once again.
It didn't even take Charlette's mom one second to start pour bright brown playdoh consistency logs at her daughter's face. The freshness of new poo burned her skin and tormented her nose in such a way that Charlette dry heaved as her face was loaded up with coil after coil of her mom's vindictive dump.
As she heard her daughter's disgusting gurgling, she reasoned, "This is for your own good dear; you'll see."
Charlette moaned out in a cry; an unbelieving yelp of suffering.
Charlette's mother grunted as her ass stuffed up temporarily before washing her daughter's face in a heavy flood of sludge that eroded away the solid mass, cleaning off Charlette's face but filling the bowl with liquid sludge around her head. Charlette shook her head in fight and protest as the spray spattered against her face with great, beating force. Her mother chuckled at the sound of her shit blasting against her daughter's face like a rainstorm on a tin roof.
"Your job is just going to get...urh...PRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!...bigger and....ouuufffffff....BRRRRAAAAAAPPPP!...and bigger if you just keep letting it pile up dear; it's not going to go away until it goes in your mouth," she chuckled innocently, as if she spoke of some normal thing. Charlette, though face now uncovered but stained brown, was robbed of oxygen by the hot desert fart that carried with it a heavy smell of eggs, cheese, and chocolate; one would hope not consumed together but who knows...
PRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!
"Ahhhhh; and sweetie, when I fart; that's a good opportunity for you to catch up; it's practically a break," her mother explains. "Don't worry; you'll get it eventually baby; I have faith in BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPP! you." She giggled like a Japanese school girl.
Charlette wheezed, her head sloshed around in waste desperately seeking oxygen but finding nothing but gas, horrible, thick, tainted gas air from her mother's ample backside. Her potent, rancid hole; her balloon knot. Charlette found herself momentarily and oddly distracted; when her eyes refocused she watched a massive, can sized log roll from her mother's loudly crackling anus and fall right over her face, from eye to lips.
Charlette screamed through her closed mouth as she tried to shake the log off but it sat, glued to her face with the gooey sludge underside; almost melting into her face, bubbling against her pores.
Another log followed, dangling precariously and then missing, splashing down in the bowl, sloshing shit water onto Charlette's face. Several small logs poured out like rabbit poops and then dropped on and around Charlette's head like bombs over London. Her mother's butt bounced as she chuckled, thinking about her daughter's face. She opened her legs and looked down; the horrid stench immediately escaped and reacher her nose.
"Oh God; that's toxic. Sweetie, how do you possibly survive that?" She chuckled, asking rhetorically.
Charlette just moaned, nauseated and dizzy but with no relief in sight for her as her mother taunted her, in addition to the abuse that her anus continued to dole out.
Her mother groaned painfully and BRRRRRRRRRUUUUSSSSHHHHHHHHH!
A long, fart gave way to another hearty, chunky flood of diarrhea that washed over her daughter's face with such direct and powerful force that her daughter's head was knocked back by the hydrant like spray; her mouth forced open and gargling shit juice with tears in her eyes as the putrid taste and smell torments ever possible sense.
BRRRRRUUUUUFFFFFFFFF!
A quick wet fart ends dry but splatters goo like pieces of shit on Charlette's already covered face. Charlette's head bobs back and forth, almost lifeless and zombie like; she seems dazed and out of it.
Her mother's anus opens up with another sludge tank full of dark, smelly diarrhea right into her daughter's face and splattering liberally around the bowl. Charlette practically had to strain to keep her head down in the quickly rising shit. For going up meant, going right in her mother's butt and something about that just seemed wrong.
PPPRRRRROOOOOOOFFFFSSSSSS!
Again, Charlette's mom's ass lets go of a dump truck full of semi-soft slushy sludge that piles like wet sand on Charlette's face, dripping grossly off, looking like a fresh cow pie. Charlette closed her eyes to prevent them from burning with shit juice; she she opened them; her mother's ass was not even an inch from her mouth.
She watched, way too closely, more sludge pour out on her like hot wax, putrid, horrible wax that further brought her face up to her mom's butt until she felt her face touch her skin.
Charlette's mother jumped, "Oh! Baby, is that you at my ass?"
Charlette just moaned.
"I told you it would build up baby, didn't i? Now you see what happens; now we have a full toilet...but worse for you, now I can shit right down your throat. That's what bad toilets get."
Charlette shook her head, trying to fight the inevitable.
"Yes yes baby; take mommy's shit in your mouth now."
Charlette's mother's ass began to crackle, as if on cue; her putrid log already increasing the smell of Charlette's mother's already well utilized asshole. You could hear it coming, you could smell it coming, then, finally, she saw it coming and it had no where to go other from the pipes of her mom's ass, to the pipe's of Charlette's throat. And, with ease, the log flowed down Charlette's throat like butter, even as she coughed and gagged; there was just no where else for the poo to go.
Charlette winced as the log continued to pour into her mouth like waiting at the spout of a soft serve machine; except this was no dessert.
Then Charlette's mother crowned a massively, girthy log that could not squeeze it's way past Charlette's lips but it tried hard, unstopping from her mother's ass. It pushed against Charlette, briefly dipping her under the sludge pile around her head, until it finally broke it's way into her mouth like a cock that 'wouldn't fit.'
When she's done, Charlette has a log sticking at least a full foot out of her mouth, her head lies back against sludge; her eyes rolled back in her head. She looks dead.
Charlette's mother, feeling very relieved, stands with a satisfying sigh. She turns and looks down at her mess. He toilet bowl is filled to the brim and just Charlette's nose and lips are uncovered; a distinct, heavy butt patter on her face which makes Charlette's mother laugh.
"That should teach you a lesson. You know what I expect when I get back but I also, as your mother, know you can't do it."
Charlette could barely comprehend anything; she moaned softly; her throat choking up a little piece of log as much still hangs from her mouth.
"Tell you what, since it is impossible; if you do eat all the shit to MY satisfaction, I'll let you tell me how to use you. Otherwise, I'll probably just keep you there; I'm enjoying it immensely."
Charlette's mother laughs as she closes the lid, sealing in her daughter in with the wretched stink and endless piles of logs; not to mention gallons of sludge. Does Charlette even bother trying to eat this shit? Why should she torture herself on top of her mom's vicious torture? Might as well continue to disobey and take the shit when it's forced.
