After a humiliating loss to Clover, you're kidnapped. Waking up stripped to your underclothes and tied to the floor of her hut, the savage woman shouts down at you, her spit flecking your face. Suddenly, Clover clenches her fists, grits her teeth, and moans as a loud, gassy fart passes through her, her knees together and her pert ass up in a lewd pose. An unbelievable smell makes you tear up. Trapped nearly naked with this moody, gassy woman, you panic and demand release. Furious, Clover tears off her skirt and loincloth, which is stained brown. She stands astride you so you can see her unshaven crotch. Through the hair, her asshole contracts and releases a monumental, sloppy fart, the hot gas blowing on your face. You cough, your mouth wide open, and as Clover's angry belly gurgles menacingly, you realize your mistake.
PFFFLLLLFRPRRRURRRP!!
A hot stream of runny shit pours like a waterfall from Clover's twitching asshole directly into your mouth. You gag but from this position you can't resist the unstoppable flow of liquid shit. As the foul, lumpy diarrhea fills your mouth and overflows to dribble down your cheeks and into your nose, you swallow instinctually, tasting the undigested remains of Clover's poor diet, hot bitter chunks slowly sliding down your gullet as your eyes water. Clover moans and clenches her asshole, spurts of fluid poop splattering over your eyelids, pooling under your head. The rotten stench and squishy, runny texture of Clover's diarrhea consume your senses as she sprays you with the vile fluids that have built up in her gassy, farty digestion all day, like a disgusting secret concealed by her lithe and slender body. As the last chunks of shit drop on your face, Clover wipes her ass on your chest as if marking you with her aroma, then pulls her clothes back on to go out looking for some fun now that her bellyache is better. Alone and incapacitated, with a shit-caked face, you contemplate the gift of Clover's hot, bitter diarrhea.
