Im Under A Rim Chair While Daddy Slowly Lets Out His Farts As I Lap At His Asshole, Forcing Me To Smell

im under a rim chair while daddy slowly lets out his farts as i lap at his asshole, forcing me to smell every one telling me he just cant help it. he needs me to be good for him and breathe him in. then he starts to tell me he’s been constipated for days and my licking is finally making him feel like he can shit, he has to let it out it’ll feel so good and relaxing to finally get it out. so he begs me to forgive him while he starts pushing. a thick log starts to appear and im chained to the chair with nowhere to go. slowly he pushes his thick shit out, straining and grunting and moaning as it finally makes its way out. apologizing the whole time while telling me how amazing it feels. how much he needed this. farts escape around the shit as it falls on my face and then the floor next to me, i cough and gag desperately trying to get fresh air, borderline passing out from the shock and the smell. daddy keeps pushing his shit out until he’s all done and there is shit on my face and his logs surrounding my head. he sits there and tells me im lucky he doesnt have me clean him up this time, and that it felt so good this was the first time of many. he calls me his toilet, gets up and spits on me before letting me go so he can give me a bath.

Damien caught his brother smelling his feet. He figured if he liked them so much he should be as close to them as possible. Of course the transformation is permanent but he wont mind. The life of his socks is great, they love serving his feet, taking in their musk and sweat all day and night, its pure bliss for them getting to be wrapped around such powerful feet. Just ask Damien's ex...or whats left of him anyways.