You wake up in pitch black, still in a deep daze. As you start to
regain consciousness, you realize that you can’t move your neck. You’re
just stuck, with your head tilted at a 160 degree angle, with tubes up
your nose.
You try to move your arms.
No luck.
You can’t figure out why, but your arms and legs feel so tight
together, that you can’t move them. It feels like your trapped in some
kind of air tight bag, with your head and neck trapped in some sort of
container. For some reason, your throat hurts too. Not just your
ordinary sore throat.. this one feels like it extends through to your
stomach!
As you try to thrash around, you feel an enormous pain in your rear end!
“Where the fuck am I?!” You think to yourself, panicking. The worst
thoughts come to mind. We’re you kidnapped by some perv? No time to find
out. You need to figure out a way out of here before whoever put you in
here comes back.
As much as you try to move, you can’t move an inch. The pain in your
ass, tightness of your confines and the fit around your neck render you
completely immobile. All you can do is listen to the sound of water
flowing while you try to remember how you got here.
Hours pass, when all of a sudden you hear what sounds like a door
opening. Footsteps clatter against the floor, allowing you to figure out
that your head must be about a foot or so above the floor.
“gggrrrrbbbbb”
You hear a little, distant noise. The footsteps get louder, and
louder, and louder as your heart nearly beats out of your chest. Sweat
begins to drip down your forehead, towards your ears due to the angle.
Just then, your dark and cold chamber is bombarded with light.
“Heey ShitMouth!”
Your eyes slowly adjust to the flood of light. You see from your
point of view that your prison is circular, with an easily liftable lid.
Towards the outside, you can vaguely see what looks like the top of a
mirror. Directly above your face, you see a shelf sticking out of a wall
with some flower pots on top of it. And In the center of this opening,
you saw a face that made you swell with rage.
“I hope your hungry! Cuz boooy did we pig out yesterday waiting for
you to finish up! I’ve been waiting for this for a loooong time! “ says
your most hated rival, your coworker Jackie, as she turns around. Jackie
loved to bully and pick on you, taking every chance to destroy your
self worth. She has ridiculed you in public, slapped you around, and
made every day of your life a living hell since you met her. You realize
exactly where you’re at. As you start to realize the gravity of the
situation at hand, a mix of rage and adrenaline engulf you. You try to
yell
“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU BITCH!”
Nothing.
You try again.
Nothing.
You can’t speak. Your voice just can’t seem to muster the force to be heard. Or so you thought.
“No way!! It really worked! Peace and quiet! They really do know how to design a great toilet!” Jackie exclaimed.
“TOILET?!” You panicked to yourself. All of a sudden, the memories
come flooding back to you! You look up as you see Jackie removing her
skin tight black yoga pants, revealing a pair of teal panties that were
in line to be removed next.
“She can’t!! Jackie PLEASE!!” You helplessly thought to yourself. As
Jackie removes her panties and takes a seat inches above your face, you
hear your greatest tormentors voice once again.
“ Ooooh wow!! That is so comfy! It feels like my ass is sitting on a
cloud! So far I’m giving you 5 stars for comfort! Now let’s see how you
operate!”
As Jackie enjoyed your seat, you felt yourself rise a few inches as
soon as her butt touched the seat. While you rose towards her, you felt
the muscles in your mouth and throat contract. You suddenly lost control
of your body as you feel your mouth forcibly open as wide as it
possibly could. Not only could you not control your mouth, but your
throat began to widen to inhuman proportions, allowing anything to fall
directly into you. You wouldn’t be able to breathe if not for the small
air tubes in your nose. At this point, the only part of your body that
you can control is your tongue. As you panicked, your anger and rage
morphed into fear and shame. You felt yourself oddly shift back and
forth.
“Oooh I can even move you around! I wonder what else I can do with
you! I’ll have to read the manual later, but right now shitmouth I just
gotta say, I hope you like tacos.” Jackie laughed.
Tears began to stream down the sides of your head as your wide open
mouth and throat were neatly placed directly under Jackie’s butthole.
You were completely helpless to stop what was about to happen as you
began to feel her butthole puckering into your wide open mouth.
GGgggglllrrrbb
“Hmmmphh” You hear Jackie grunt
PPPPRrrrRrrrrrrrrrrttt
“AHAHAHAHAAAHAH” Jackie laughs as the fart echoes down your throat.
You began sobbing at the horrid taste, as every inch of your mouth is
peppered with her fart. You feel its hot air pass down you chest. You
taste her fart with such detail, you almost taste rotten Mexican cheese.
You feel Jackie reposition herself, unable to stop her from using you.
So how did you get here? Let’s rewind one month ago.
You were a bright young man, with a great future, before the women
took over. You were studying for your MBA in Chicago, working for the
biggest bank in the world! Life was absolutely great. That was, until
the women took over.
In 2030, women greatly outnumbered men. They began to make up the
large majority of college students. As more and more women came into
positions of power, men became emasculated. Then, came the discovery.
Compound T, they called it. A revolutionary drug that allowed women to
reproduce asexually. While women touted this as the dawn of a new era,
men revolted by abusing and assaulting any woman they saw. The president
at the time, Donna Drumf, who was known for her authoritarianism, had
every man arrested. Since women were already in positions of power, few
men were in law enforcement. Leaving all officers entirely female.
Anyone who disagreed, was immediately executed. All men were fired from
their employers, replaced by smarter, superior women.
The government instituted a mandatory retraining of men. Women
submitted yearly responses as to what they’d like to see done with men,
and the brutal yet efficient government would train captive men to
please the women. Over time, these tasks ranged from cooking and
cleaning, to much.. much more humiliating functions. Eventually,
requests to turn the men into servants, slaves and even items began to
surface. Unfortunately for the men, these requests were immediately
granted.
You were just 18 when you were taken. By 24, you were a certified
master chef, masseuse and maid. Still, no woman had purchased you yet.
You sat in your mancage, playing with the little green ball they gave
you to look more purchasable.
One by one, you see women’s feet walk past you. You know the only way
of escaping to freedom is if someone buys you! You planned to act
obedient and wait for you moment to run from them! So every day, you try
to look your cutest! Some women look at you like a puppy, some even ask
a store rep about you, but few can afford your price tag. Your age,
combined with your skills made you far too expensive. Just then, you
hear a voice you thought you’d never hear again.
“OH YES THIS IS TOO GOOD! What’s up bitch?? Remember me??”
It was Jackie, your coworker and lifelong bully. You shudder at all
the memories of her humiliating, berating and beating you. After you
were captured, she took your job and easily climbed up the corporate
latter. If you end up in her hands, you’d better be ready to fight. She
sees the fear in your eyes. “Oh yeah. You remember me. Can I get some
assistance with this one please?” Jackie shouts to the associate.
You see them walk away from you, and immediately begin planning your impending escape.
“So ma’m, would you like us to program him as a chef, butler or general purpose slave?” Asked the store attendant.
“Actually, I just had my toilet break yesterday and wondered if you guys still have a special going on?” Jackie replied
“Oh yes of course! My apologies mam, you must have had an older model toilet. Can I recommend the model X?”
“What’s so different? They just eat shit haha” Jackie laughed.
“Our model X toilets do so much more than dispose waste! Our patented
‘OpenWyde’ technology uses electromagnetic impulses that keep your
toilets mouth and throat pipes clear of obstruction during your entire
use! With air tubes or oxygen inserts, you have the freedom to use your
toilet for hours nonstop!” The associate pitched.
“ no way!! That’s amazing! Girl, do you know how many times my old
toilet backed up and I had to wait for it to unclog? I bet it makes tons
of noise though!” Jackie replied
“Not at all ma’m, our toilets are 100% noise proof and vocally
deactivated permanently. We also insert a sewage tube into the toilets
rectal pipe that detects when you’ve filled your toilet and forces your
sewage through the toilets plumbing system. But do you know what’s my
favorite part?” The associate closes in on the sale.
“What??” Jackie asked excitedly.
“Our simpleclean feature! With the toilet under your full control, we
decided to allow it to retain use of its tongue sponge. This, combined
with magnified taste and smell receptors installed into the toilet
trigger a rapid flickering of the sponge, effectively cleaning you as
you use the toilet! It even makes a hyper realistic flushing sound when
you get up!” The associate finishes her pitch.
“SOLD! I’ll take him!” Jackie points to you.
“Excellent! He will be an extra two weeks for train..”
“That’s okay, I’ll train him myself” Jackie winked at the employee.
“Haha very well madam. Let’s get the paperwork filled out and get your new toilet installed!”
Meanwhile, you tremble as two large women roll your cage to a room
labeled “shipping and packaging.” As you’re injected with man
tranquilizer.
You flash back to your current situation, trapped inside Jackie’s
toilet, no.. you are Jackie’s toilet. Your mouth and throat remain
inhumanely wide open, just two inches below a pulsing butthole, awaiting
Jackie’s next bowel movement. You continue crying at the humiliating
feeling of being unable to stop her from using you as her personal
toilet.
Just then, you feel a warm liquid hit your tongue, effortlessly
gliding down your throat like a golden waterfall. The hot, steaming
liquid and bitter flavor activate the simpleclean technology, forcing
your tongue to begin lapping up Jackie’s urine much like a dog drinking
water. This helped Jackie make sure every drop ended up down your
throat. Simultaneously, your tongue managed to clean her pussy after
each lap, causing her to get wet and release another cheesy fart down
your unwilling throat.
“Aaaaahhhhh. Ooohhh. Mmm.. yeah been holding this in all day. Reliefff.” Jackie says, farting into you again.
You were defeated. Trapped, enslaved, sobbing, and being used as a
toilet by your worst enemy in your entire life. You wanted to kill
yourself, but you can’t even move. All you can do is sit there and be
used. As Jackie finished peeing, she parts her legs, watching her stream
cyclone down into you.
“Ahh thanks for the relief, toilet! That’s your new name now, by the
way. Anyway hope you enjoyed your new favorite beverage..” Jackie closed
the gap between her legs and repositioned her butthole over your
throat.
“Wait until you get a load of your new favorite meal.”
Your tongue begins to violently thrash around as you panicked and
sobbed, hoping your protests generate some sort of sympathy from the
most evil person you know.
“ ooh someone is excited! Gosh.. I love that simpleclean feature..
mmmm” Jackie moaned at the feeling of your tongue lapping at her
puckering hole. As a matter of fact, the stimulation seemed to be
counterproductive to your cause, much to Jackie’s pleasure.
“Ooh they said you’d be good for constipation too. Mmph” Jackie
finished her statement with a small grunt and twitch of her face.
A small grunt is all it took, as you felt a loooong, thick, hot,
steamy, sticky mass enter your throat. If the government didn’t remove
your gag reflex, you would have puked.
The stench was overpowering. The thick, meaty log smelled like rotten
cabbage, stale cheese, and hot spoiled cheese all in one. As it passed
through its tour of your mouth, your tongue routinely crashed up against
the mammoth turd, gently cleaning Jackie’s butthole while giving you a
full flavored experience of being her toilet.
Pfffffft
“Mmph. Ohh this is gonna be a big one. Welcome to day one!” Jackie
mocked you as her turd was now about to enter your welcoming throat.
“Please just kill me. Please. I can’t. The taste. The stink. I can’t
live like this.” You thought to yourself as you felt the log enter your
open throat, still dangling from the rectum of your owner like a banana
from a tree. Just then, you felt something odd in your thought. Maybe it
was your gag reflex, roaring back to save you from chocking down
Jackie’s day old Mexican dump! You were hopeful, until you heard:
“Huh! TurdAssist? Wonder what that does?” As Jackie presses your remote.
TurdAssist, you thought. Not only did they program your throat to act
as her personal sewer pipe, they wanted it to play an active part in
making sure her turds make it into you. Every part of you was tailored
to be her perfect toilet.
Just then, the giant turd broke off from Jackies butthole, taking a
one inch drop into your mouth as your own throat helps guide the turd
into you. As a thank you, Jackie farts into your mouth again, signaling
the emergence of her second turd.
Glllrrbb
“Ooooh your going to love this” Jackie says as she pushes out another
gassy fart into you, the fart echoing through your body. Your tongue
feels what seems to be a solid clump of poop, but turns out to hold
something that would break you down even further.
Your tongue stimulates Jackie enough so that the turd head easily
passes into you. The clump easily falls into your mouth, straight into
your stomach. However, behind it was hiding a flood of hot, spicy,
clumpy and creamy diarrhea.
“Uuuugggghhhhh. If this burns me I know it’s hurting you, toilet.
Hope you like spicy food!” Jackie says as she relieves herself into you.
Luckily, for her, your tongue was doing a magnificent job of breaking
through the flood and dabbing her sensitive butthole, relieving her
completely of the burn of her diarrhea.
“Best toilet ever.” Jackie proclaims. Soon, her diarreah is replaced with a series of medium sized, firm logs.
“Mmmm good thing they didn’t feed you there. Better make room for a
little more.” Jackie says matter of factly. You feel your mouth fill
with three more of her turds as each one is guzzled down easily while
your tongue dutifully cleans her rosebud. You feel her butthole pulse,
you smell the stench of her oncoming turd, you feel the warmth as she
pushes out her digested corn, salsa, chili, burritos and tacos. You feel
your tongue beat at the bottom of each turd, tasting each one
thoroughly. You hear each grunt, sigh and insult from Jackie as she
continues taking her dump. You taste each inter-turd fart she has to
relieve herself of. Finally, you see the ends of each turd pinch off,
feeling them pulled down your gullet into your stuffed belly which has
begun to be evacuated by your anal pipe in case Jackie wasn’t quite done
yet. As you looked up at her perfectly pristine butthole, you lay there
in shame. Your mind permanently scarred. Traumatized, humiliated, used,
defeated. You wonder why her asshole was still placed above your wide
open mouth now that her business is done. Just then you hear.
“Heey girl! Omg you won’t even believe what I just did! Mhmm I got a
new toilet and you won’t BELIEVE who was at the store for sale! That
nerdy bitch I used to pick on back at the bank! Omg you bet I bought
him!!! TMI, but I just massively broke him in, if you know what I mean.”
Your heart breaks as you hear both laughing at you, not even caring who is on the phone with your master.
“Yeah girl! My toilet is your toilet! It is THE BEST EVER. I’ll be
pissed if you don’t use it! You need to try these new Model X toilets!
Use it whenever you want! Hey I got to go, my show is almost on. Love
you bitch!” Jackie ends the call
You laid there, enduring the entire conversation face to face with
the butthole that just unloaded an entire evening of Mexican feast into
your pathetic toilet body, mouth and throat wide open. You see one of
Jackie’s buttcheeks lift off the seat, finally relieved it’s over.
Unfortunately, nothing is free for you, as she lets loose one more fart
down your throat, laughing again.
“I’ll never get used to that!” She says as she gets off of her
toilet. As soon as she stands up, you regain control of you mouth. Your
throat closes, and you begin your descent into the darkness, staring up
at her big ass as you hear a loud, realistic flushing noise. She didn’t
want you just to be her toilet, she wanted you to feel like her toilet.
She turned around, staring directly into your eyes.
“Look at you. Right where you were always meant to be. This is going
to be a great life for you. Free food, free drink. Free housing. A great
ass view multiple times a day, sometimes even during the night. Aren’t
you a lucky toilet? Glad I bought the deluxe pack. Guaranteed to stay
working for 100+ years. Welcome home, toilet. See you soon.”
Jackie said with an evil grin, closing the lid to her toilet and
sealing you in darkness once again, until she feels the need to use you
once again.
She went to wash her hands, realizing she didn’t even have to dirty
her hands! He really is the BEST toilet ever.. better than an old
fashioned porcelain one! She turned around and admired the work. It
really was a beautiful toilet. Elegantly designed, heated and padded
seats, with a startling finish that complimented the layout of her
master bathroom perfectly. She headed towards her couch, fully relieved.
“Ahhh.. I love my life.”