Chapter 8

I have only been a toilet for a few hours, but time moves slower when you have shit in your mouth. Ms. Stone’s diarrhea was brutal. I felt shell-shocked, and was convinced the shit inside me was eating away at my brain. It’s as if I’m turning into a real toilet, losing my humanity one shit at a time. I had no dignity left. I entered this club with the hope of seeing my ex-girlfriend Lauren. But the reality is inescapable, the only human connection I can expect is having my lips wrapped around an asshole.

The telltale clicking of high heeled shoes grew as my stall door opened. The woman who entered my stall was not like the rest. Unlike the gorgeous women who used me before, this lady was much less attractive. She was short, with her messy brown hair forced into a bun. She wore a black crop-top with grey leggings. She was a little chubby, and her tummy fat rippled slightly when she moved. She looked at me with large brown eyes, studying me. She was indecisive, this must have been her first time using a human toilet. “You can do this, he wants this,” she said to herself. “Does she really think I want to eat her shit?” I thought incredulously. She turned around and pulled down her pants. Her ass was pale with red dots of acne and blemishes scattered about. Around the edges of her ass were stretch marks. She sat on my face with her pussy in my mouth. Her pussy had coarse hair around it that shined with oil. It smelled sour, like she didn’t shower today. Her pussy was also ugly, the inside part of the vagina hung below the outer lips.

She sat on me for a while, and I suspected she was having difficulties peeing because she was nervous. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration. Eventually a few drops of hot piss fell into my mouth, followed by a stream. The stream gradually built up pressure, and I struggled to keep up. Her piss was more salty than it was metallic, and that made it extra hard to swallow. Before I could lick her clean, she moved her asshole over my mouth. The leftover piss from her pussy dripped onto my nose, which was pushed into her unkempt folds.

Her asshole tasted awful, and was covered in hair. She blew a loud, long fart into my mouth. The blast of hot air from the rancid fart found its way into my lungs and made me shiver from disgust. My tongue was pushed against her asshole, and I felt her hole begin to open. The tip of my tongue went inside her ass for a moment, and met her shit early. Her shit pushed my tongue back into my mouth, and began inching towards my throat. It was a small, knobby log. It scraped roughly against my tongue during its descent. Once it reached halfway to my throat, I began mushing the shit with my tongue so I could swallow. Her shit was particularly dense. It took all of my willpower not to throw up. Her waste had chucks of food in it, and they scratched my throat as I forced it down. I licked the remaining shit off of her asshole, and she stood up and left.

Chapter 9

A few minutes later, a Latina teen entered my stall. She wore a shiny black dress with a grey belt, which she quickly took off over her head. “Aye, it smells awful in here,” she said to herself. Her accent was beautiful, and it returned the blood to my dick. I was excited for her to use me. I have never been with a Latina before.

I scanned her body. Her hair was long, straight and black. Her soft brown eyes were gorgeous, and she had long lashes complimenting them. Her skin was perfectly tan, and her black lace bra and matching panties looked sexy against it. She had big tits, and a flat stomach. Her navel was toned, and so were her thighs. She was a welcomed sight after the last girl. However, I noticed her face looked pained. She seemed irritated and uncomfortable. I figured it was because of the smell in here. But I realized what was going on when she took off her panties.

There was a string hanging out of her perfect pussy. I watched her bow her legs, and slowly pull the tampon out of her shaven snatch. The tampon was soaked in her blood, and she discarded it somewhere before turning around to use me. I watched her thick, blemishless ass cheeks fall on each side of my face, squeezing my chin as she put her pussy on my mouth.

The moment quickly turned sour when I smelled her pussy. I heard that periods can make your pussy smell, but I had no idea. IT was extremely pungent. I silently gagged on the smell, which was violently attacking my senses. As she sat on my mouth, I felt a drip of what I thought was pee. However, it was far too metallic and thick to be pee. This girl was bleeding in my mouth. I cringed so hard that I felt dizzy, and my cheeks burned red from the humiliation. I was drinking this beautiful girl’s blood out of her nasty pussy, and there was nothing I could do about it.

After a few minutes, she started to pee. It was a welcomed way to wash out the blood pooled inside my mouth. I swallowed her pee with ease, grateful to be done drinking her blood. When she was done peeing, I hesitantly licked her pussy clean. The second I put my tongue on her pussy, the foul taste shocked my body. It was so strong, like the usual taste of vagina had been fermented for years. I felt flakes of dry blood melt into my mouth from licking them. To make matters worse, I brushed her clit with my tongue, and she let out a small moan. I could feel her getting wet, and start to slowly grind on my face.

I knew what I had to do. I started circling her clit with my tongue. “mmh yesss…” she whispered as I increased my speed and pressure on her clit. Her pussy juices mixed with her blood and dripped into my mouth. The syrupy mix tasted like musky metal, and it oozed down my throat with each swallow. Abruptly, she moved herself forward so her asshole was pressed against my mouth. “Eat my ass you fucking toilet,” she hissed, her accent and aggression making me hard. I traced the tip of my tongue around her puckered, hairless little rosebud. There wasn’t much to taste, which was new for me. She started rubbing her clit aggressively. Looking up at her, I could tell she was lost in lust. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily. Meanwhile, her fragrant pussy was leaking blood onto my nose, and it was dripping down my cheeks.

As she fingered her clit quicker, I increased the pressure on her asshole. My tongue slipped past her sphincter ring, and she let out an audible gasp. “Deeper,” she ordered me between breaths. I complied, pushing my tongue as deep as I could into her dark cavern. I darted my tongue in and out of her asshole, feeling the slimy, ribbed walls of her intestines. Her sphincter tightened around my tongue rhythmically as she clenched and unclenched her ass. After a minute, I felt a small mass deep inside her ass, slowly moving towards my mouth. I knew what was coming. Each time I put my tongue deep inside her, I felt that it had moved a little closer. Without warning, she pushed hard, and a small, compact ball of shit shot into my mouth with force. I almost choked on it, but managed to swallow without even chewing. It was at that moment she came hard—her whole body shivered and she let out a small squeal of delight. She leaned back, resting herself against the back wall of the stall. As she caught her breath, I gently lapped at her asshole, cleaning the small bit of shit around her rosebud. The residue of her shit had the consistency of peanut butter. It tasted earthy, and much less vile than the others.

Eventually, she got up and began to redress. Before she left she looked at me and laughed. “Jesus christ, you look like a murder scene.” She left while chuckling. I bet I was quite the sight, covered in blood and pussy juice. About a minute later, the bartender walked in with a bucket of water. She laughed when she saw me. “Hey toilet, one of the customers recommended that I clean you off. I can see why.” She fiddled with something out of my view, it sounded like some sort of lever. I felt something on the back of my head move. She picked up the bucket of water and dumped it on my head. She must have opened some sort of drain at the bottom of the toilet, since I wasn’t drowning. “There, all better.” She pulled the lever, and I felt the hole close. “Now you’re all clean for the next customer, who is someone you want to be clean for.” I wanted to ask who it was, but I knew not to piss off the bartender. She left, and I sat there digesting shit and wondering who’s next.

Chapter 10, Part 1

I wondered who was going to use me next. The bartender made it seem like it would be someone who matters. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I hoped it was Lauren. I heard multiple people enter the bathroom walk into my stall. Standing above me was the transgendered Asian girl that I blew earlier in the night. Next to her was a tall, blonde angel. The blonde was thin and fit. She wore a black lace corset with leather booty shorts. Her skin was white, and I could swear she was glowing. She looked delicate, but fierce. No matter what happened next, I was excited.

“Hi toilet! Long time no see,” said the Asian goddess in a friendly tone. “My friend here wants to use you in a… special way.” They both giggled. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I would gladly eat a mile of their shit. Both women were incredible. “You see toilet, her date ditched her. Apparently he didn’t know a good thing when he saw one.” “I agree,” I thought to myself, “Who could ditch her?” The blonde took a turn to speak. She had a French accent, intensifying my attraction for her. “Bonjour toilet, I am very horny, can you please help me?” she spoke with the intent to tease me. I felt like I was in a porno. Why couldn’t this have happened before I was a toilet? I am more desirable as a slave than a person. That realization would’ve hurt, but I was too turned on to care.

The Asian girl spoke again, “We got the key to the room where your body is, and we are going to help your new French friend fulfill her request.” She put emphasis on the ‘fill’ part of ‘fulfill,’ causing them both to giggle. My heart skipped. I was about to fuck a girl. “This toilet gig might be paying off.” I thought cheerily. They both left, and I waited for the fun to begin. Within a minute, I felt two sets of hands start rubbing my body. I could hear giggling from the other side of the wall. My boner throbbed in anticipation of what was to come.

I felt them pull the dildo out of my ass, which had been in pretty deep. I had adjusted to its girth, and felt empty without it. I felt one of them put a finger into my loose asshole. “Get to the fucking already,” I thought impatiently. Just then, a dick was shoved roughly into my ass. It was huge, much bigger than the Asian’s, and almost as big as the dildo. I clued in. I was the not the one doing the fucking, I was the one getting fucked. That French girl must be trans as well, and she is filling me deeply. I felt my ass squeeze around her thick cock, accommodating her size. She pushed forward until I felt her pubes against my balls. I swear her dick was so deep inside of me, it was in my stomach. Luckily, the dildo prepared me for a dick this big, and so it didn’t hurt. It actually felt good. I could feel my prostate being stimulated, and that sent shots of electricity up my own dick. Also, the human connection made me feel warm inside. Before I had felt worthless, but the sexual touching made me feel loved.

The girl started pumping into me. At first she went slow, and I could feel her dick sliding against my insides. She would pull almost all the way out, and then push her entire length back in again. I was so focused on my ass, I didn’t notice someone entering my stall. I looked up, and saw my ex-girlfriend Lauren.

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