Her hand snakes out and grabs you before you can do anything smart, like run away or explain your disinterest. "You should know my name is Maria, seeing as how we're going to get to know each other so...closely. I think we can help each other out. This is going to be a two person job". Maria's other hand begins rolling out toilet paper. You look at her in confusion. Is she going to make you watch her wipe herself? Your fate dawns on you as she takes your little body and begins rolling you tightly in layer after layer of the stuff. Your field of vision darkens as your form is a tightly wound burrito of paper
You bellow out, "Please stop, this isn't what I want!" Maria sounds apologetic as you feel her fingers removing some of the wrapping. "I'm sorry, you're right. We need to leave your head exposed so you can savor the whole experience." She raises you to her waiting lips and presses your entire face to her lips, smothering any further protests.
And with that, you feel yourself being lowered to the quivering mass that is her buttocks. You could see the film of sweat that made her stretch marks glisten in the dim light of the bathroom. Your eyes focused your destination, the canyon where her buttocks. Just as she was about to begin, Maria tensed up for a moment, and you could hear the gurgling nightmare inside her begin to stir again.
GLOORTTTT!!!GLUUURRRRRRK SPLssssshhht.
Another torrent of diarrhea flowed of out her below you. It was all pure liquid shit at this point filling the bowl below. You could see the flab around you relax as she finished the movement.
And then she rose up slightly to give you access. You screamed as her fist made contact with her ass crack. Before being submerged, you could see in the inside of her cheeks being covered in the yellow-brown liquid. The smell at ground zero was nothing compared to what you experienced before.
Maria cooed in pleasure as she felt the little man being ground against her ass cheeks. He was so lucky to find her at this moment. It was like destiny. She began to think of all of the ways they could enjoy each other, but she realized she had all the time in the world to plan. She should be in the moment. It was time for round two.
Maria lifted herself off the bowl slightly and used both hands to pull the revolting paper off your limp form. You were absolutely drenched and you could taste and smell her waste in every taste bud and pore on your body. You try and scream when she wraps you up for another go, but you are too busy choking the rancid fluid out of your lungs.
The second wipe was even more horrific. She used her other hand to try and part her cheeks. You see the ocean of crap below you and then get spun around to your final cleanup job, her pulsing asshole. The rubbery flesh greets your exposed face with joy, opening slightly to accommodate your head. The ring of flesh, already lubricated and stretched from the mountain of feces it just unleashed, squeezes you inside. You are trapped in a organic hell of darkness. The anal folds pull at your body, craving your embrace inside Maria's colon.
You feel Maria's hand adjust you slightly. Was this nightmare finally over?
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