My potty was born to thrive on my faeces. He has become my permanent human toilet, and consuming my waste is undoubtedly his forte. Filling his eager mouth with my faeces is the ultimate reward he deserves. As I hover over his open mouth, he must keep up with swallowing, consuming every last bit. I make sure nothing goes to waste, tucking any stray morsels back into his mouth. After all, training makes perfection.
in Scat