enema in short, but copious, batches, until I feared that the stream of shit and water would never stop. Eventually though, I was as empty as the bag that hung above me and my av idol mpegs feet, pressed up against the foot of the tube, were literally buried in a pile of soft, brown shit. My third surprise was how much I had relished the experience, the helplessness as my av idol mpegs gut continuously delivered another load of filth to expel, the delicious shame as the steaming shitwater filled the tub, flowing along my av idol mpegs body and streaming through my av idol mpegs hair, inundating me in its strong odor, the beauty of the generous pile of shit that smothered and stained my av idol mpegs feet. I could have orgasmed right then, but I knew I was not finished. I had turned myself, during the day, into a human piss factory, drinking glass after glass of water and expelling the results into a large glass jar. That jar now sat in the sink, surrounded by hot water. I retrieved it, opened it up
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