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In the Name of Science I could recite it by heart by now... "Sorry. Your numbers just aren't good enough right now. We're sorry, but please don't hesitate to use us as a reference." Fucking fifth time in two years. I was a sales rep for manufacturing companies, but they never give you enough time to ramp up. It's bullshit. I mean, yeah, sure, I also smoked weed and sometimes missed work or whatever, but that wasn't my fault. It's their fault for putting such high numbers in place. So what if I was the only person not hitting my number. Three weeks later and there I was, reading the newspaper again for jobs. There was one for a fast food worker. One for a janitor at night club. One for a medical study. One for a window washer. I booked interviews at all four. The fast food job didn't like that I was late. The janitor position was for someone more reliable (I showed up high). The window washing gig was actually for a skyscraper and I'm scared of heights. The medical study one was my last chance... Penelope was her name, a rail thin blonde with no tits, no ass, and swimming in her white lab coat. She was mousey, but she was also arrogant and in charge. "Hello subject," she checked her notes, "164. That will be how we refer to you if you are admitted into the study." "Oh, cool... Um, my name is..." "Do not tell us your name! No! Part of the study is rather... Dehumanizing." "Dehumanizing," I was more than a little curious. The blonde woman pulled out a stack of manilla folders and pulled one off the top, "The study is the importance of bowel movements to the health of a person." "Oh, so you'd be measuring my shit to see if I was healthy?" "No. You would be the one doing the measuring. Sit down, please. Let me explain," she was frustrated with my questions, I could tell. "Ok. I'll just shut up." "Good," she took a deep breath, "You would be given a trial partner for a day to ensure that you were willing and able to comply with the study's rules. It's rather simple, though might seem a tad disgusting. It's very important research, though." I nodded. She continued, "You would need to write in this journal every time your research partner went to the bathroom. You would mark down the size, length, shape, heat, texture, and taste of your research partner's waste. Furthermore, you would...." I interrupted, "I'm sorry, but did you say taste their waste? And by waste you mean shit, right?" "Correct, their bowel movement." "How am I supposed to taste their poop?" "Oh, they'll be taking their movement directly into your mouth, of course." I was shocked, "What?!" "Look, this is very important research, and we're willing to pay an incredible amount." I'm ashamed to say that I didn't stop listening, "How much would you pay me to get shit on?" "Well you wouldn't just get shit ON, but you'd also be consuming their waste. Please don't interrupt me anymore." I took a deep breath, "Ok, I'll be quiet." "You would start with a single week partner and then we would go into three month increments with a different research partner. Every three months you can decide if you'd wish to continue as the research partners have requested to be in the study using their partner's mouth as a toilet bowl for as long as possible. Every time you do choose to renew for another three month period, we will deposit double the amount of money into your bank account from the last time. After the first day, you get one penny, but then it just doubles from there. So essentially, it's entirely up to you how long you participate, but the maximum would be for 7 and a half years. If you went that long, you would be paid out at $5,368,709.12. That would be 30 three month quarters. Every month, your research partner and you would come into the lab here and we would medically check you and them for all health problems and to turn in your journals. You're going to need it to stay healthy since you will be eating literally every single one of their bowel movements. They are not to vomit on you or have their period on you. Additionally, they will get sick and have watery diarrhea, which you'll note in your planner, but won't need to consume. we're only concerned with the solid poops." Penelope put up a chart of 30 increments of the penny doubling, and honestly it looked like it would take about 7 years for this to be worth it, so I kind of locked myself into the idea of that. Nothing else had worked for me... Everything else had kind of sucked. My family and friends had abandoned me.......... What did I have to lose? "Ok, I'll start with the one week trial person." "Subject 164 has agreed to their single week assignment with Participant 31. They're on site now. You'll work with them right here on-site and then next week we'll get you linked up with... Participant 82. They might call you toilet or something else humiliating, but that's part of the experiment, so please comply with their demands. You will not need anything from your home. Do you have pets or a family?" "No. I don't have anything or anyone." "Good. Derrick and Todd will take you to Participant 31." I was a little shell shocked and surprised by my own actions that I didn't say goodbye or thank you. Here I was agreeing to eat shit, so I guess saying thank you for the privilege would be too degrading anyways.... Two large men in white lab outfits (they looked like orderlies in a mental asylum) walked me to the room where I saw a woman on the other side of the distorted glass shape. The door opened and a pretty blonde woman stood before me. She was cute with circular glasses and a sort of naive vibe to her. She smiled really big and bounded over. "Hi there! I'm participant 31! But you can call me Master." My mouth was just sort of agape as I was unsure what I'd just heard, "Excuse me?" "Master. You're basically a slave, so..." "No," I interrupted, "I'm helping do research." "You're eating my shit. You're a toilet." We stood staring at one another for a moment and she busted out laughing, "Ok! Ok! You got me! Part of my job is to be really humiliating to you because your research partner might be fucking cruel as hell. We've heard some crazy stories from the Subjects." "Oh..." She stuck her hand out, "Call me Alli. Well, actually SERIOUSLY call me Master, but my name is Alli." "Um... This is weird..." "Hell yeah it's weird! You submitted your entire world and agreed to eat someone's shit just to see if they're healthy or not. You'll be talking with them about their dumps in a setting that literally shouldn't be dealt with. It's fucked up, but you've said you're ok with it." "Should we..." She interrupted, "Look, here's the deal... You and I only have a week together and we're in this environment," Alli gestured around the lab, "You'll be eating my shit and documenting it and we'll talk through how this all works out. But one thing to keep in mind is that you're basically a scientist. You should really try tasting my shit and taking notes about anything peculiar or odd. Does it stink more than usual? Am I farting in your face more than usual? Does my asshole expand more than usual? All these are things you need to consider when you're being a toilet. Your research partner has already been trained on what to do when using their Subject. Your job is to really take into account all of what's going on with my ass as I use your mouth as a toilet." She kept saying it... That I'm a toilet. It was hard to get over. "What if I leave right now?" "Nothing. You're always free to walk, but you won't get paid anything. Even though it's only a penny, you're talking about being a millionaire after 7 years. That's easy cash. Just eat shit for 7 years and you're a millionaire. Hang on for 6 more months after that and you're talking 5 mil." "What do the people shitting get?" "We want them living their lives as normal, so they get the same thing you do. It incentivizes them to keep you on as their toilet, as well. So they won't get paid unless you get paid." "And what about..." She stopped me, "Look. It's pretty simple. Eat shit. Document it. Get paid. Now I have to go right now, so get in the box. It'll look like that with your Research Partner, but in their home." She motioned to the box. It was plexiglass on three sides, had the floor underneath it, and a hole where the person would sit. There was a slide that lead to a bowl and that looked like it was for urine. There was also an open spot for me to get in and I did. Looking up I could see that Alli actually had a very nice body with a great ass. As I noticed this, Alli smiled, "Now they shouldn't do anything but shit in your mouth. We're not measuring vomit or diarrhea or piss. Just solid shits. So if they do any of those things on you, mark it in your journal. There are cameras live broadcasting here to the facility, but we don't really monitor it unless noted in the journals. Now keep your mouth wide open while I take a shit into your mouth." I was really afraid as Alli lowered herself onto the chair and positioned herself appropriately. She was talking to me, "Their ass should look like this above you. You should see their vagina positioned here so their piss will look like this." Alli began pissing into the slide and I felt her warm urine pool into the bucket on my stomach. She farted, big time... BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPFFFFFFFLUSSSSRRRRTTTTT "Oh man. Maybe I should have tried starting you off on something besides Taco Bell shit. Oh well, too late for that!" The tip of a massive turd began to emerge and her shit came out fast. It was incredibly smelly and she laughed at how terrible it must be for me. I kept my mouth open and let her shit fill my mouth. When she finally pulled up for a moment, she breathed hard through her mouth. "What you need to be doing is tasting it, smelling it, and really paying attention to the shit I just took in your mouth. Really put your focus on everything around it. Does it smell worse than normal? Does it have a texture change? Go ahead, start chewing on my turds in your mouth and really, REALLY think about it. I know this is humiliating, but it's also useful science." I began to cry, but Alli didn't care. It took me 45 minutes, but her shit was swallowed and eaten. I rinsed my mouth with a special mouthwash and then took a drink of a liquid that was said to cure the diseases caused by eating shit and would settle my stomach so that my body would process the shit I was eating. Alli then walked me through the process of the book. It was important that I document my shit eating properly and in full. They wanted every detail and if I fucked that up, I wouldn't get paid and my time would be terminated. Alli coached me through this once per day when she had her daily shit. She taught me how to fight boredom and what to think about when I was officially paired up with someone. Alli said I'd be eating shit every single day, so I should also get used to some farts, and Alli liked farting. She ripped one on my face to wake me up most mornings for the week we were together. The whole purpose was to get me into the habit of not only eating shit, but thinking about what the shit was like and journaling it. It would be my sole reason for existence until I could consider this experiment worth it. The worst one was after Alli ate Taco Bell in front of me. She was cruel as she ate it, taunting me with the idea that I wouldn't eat regular food... "It's sooooo good. I think that's the best part of this entire thing. You and your research partner will be eating the same things, but what you taste will be absolutely different. Can you imagine it? Hey, tell me what you think this chalupa is gonna taste like. Let's see if you're right..." Alli slid me a journal and I started to make guesses about what the shit would look, smell, and taste like. This was all part of it. My life would be consumed by the shit of another human being. I would literally think about their shit every second of the day. Then Alli layed me down and farted a rotten, huge ripper. POOURRRRRRUUUUMMMPPPPPFFFFRRRTTTT "Hahaha! Stinks! Ooooofff...." A rush of creamy shit filled my mouth and it was all I could do to not puke. But the medicine worked and I consumed Alli's dump. That was just day three.... The week actually went by fast and I was eventually put into a room with 10 women. Four of them were fat. Two were ugly. One was ugly AND fat. Two were really cute blondes and the last one was a gorgeous Asian woman. I'm not usually into Asian chicks, but this one was pretty spectacular. I was on my knees when they led in the other "toilet slave" subjects. We were already paired with our research partners, but they gave everyone a chance to trade if they wanted. Nobody did from their end, and the guy paired with the fat, ugly woman had no luck. They gave us our books for logging our partner's logs... My new "master" was the Asian Woman. She smirked and I felt in trouble immediately... "Hey, so they walked you through everything?" "Yeah... I think..." "Oh, I don't like that," she was serious. I replied, "What do you mean?" "I don't want you thinking. Not really, anyways. I just want you focused on my fecal matter. You should be laser focused on what my waste tastes like, smells like, feels like, sounds like, looks like... My shit should really be the only thing on your mind." My face showed my confusion, I'm sure, "But... I get to have a normal life still, they said..." "I mean... How normal can it really be. I go to the bathroom three, sometimes four times a day. You'll need to be at my beck and call for when I need to use the restroom." "Use the restroom? Really..." She smiled like she'd defeated me, "Fine. You'll need to be available directly for when I need to take a shit into your mouth. Better?" "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot..." "No, it's better this way. We should have a little bit of contention at the start. It will make it easier for me to decouple you from humanization and simply think of you as deserving of being nothing more than my toilet for years to come. Which reminds me, I fully desire that we continue this arrangement the entire 7 and a half years." I nodded, "Me too." "Can you eat shit for seven and a half years? I saw your background and it doesn't appear that you can do anything for more than a few months at a time." My face burned red, "I can." "Good. Let's begin. First thing I want to do is get you better situated in your new residence. You'll be treated as an appliance in my home and I've created a very functional space for you in a closet..." She turned to walk away and her ass cheeks were visible through her yoga pants and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little excited to see what was under the pants... ---------------------- "Oh my god... It's a literal closet." "And you're a literal toilet. I think it's fitting. You're a utility that I own for the time being." "I'm a human with -" She had slapped me and it was jarring. "Why did you make me do that?" "YOU slapped ME, and you're the one who is mad?!" "Yes! A slave should never make its master raise their hand. That was very annoying." I was furious, "Hey! I'm no slave! I'm-" "You're what?! You're my toilet. Now... You can leave and do nothing with your life or you can stay, obey me, eat my shit, and get paid in 7 and a half years..." It all sunk in and the reality is that if I had a single penny to my name, I'd have left.... But I didn't... "Fine. I'll stay..." "Good. I have to shit. I ate a breakfast burrito this morning with sausage, egg, onions, cheddar cheese, and.... Why are you not writing this down?" "Oh... Right..." I journaled her breakfast and then got into position. She sat down and immediately farted. It was rotten. PLOURRRPS "Open your mouth, toilet slave." "What was your name?" "Oh, right. I'm Suling. Suling Li. I was named after a beautiful instrument because my mother said I was music to her life." FFFFFAAARRRROUUUUUUMMMMPP "Turns out my ass is playing you a little song right now. Keep your toilet mouth open now, slave." I hated that she called me slave. I was a subject and she a research partner... Though it was easy to see why she'd think she had a slave when her sphincter flex and her asshole opened as I saw her shit begin to push past her anus. I had to move my head to catch her shit, but I did. I caught her turd right in my mouth. The way her asshole expanded was something that I can still picture vividly to this day. The sound of her skin and anus moving around so that her shit could escape her body and find its way into my mouth. The taste was atrocious and I heard her laugh as a massive fart exploded and made this intense stink even worse. I almost threw up. It was about a foot long and she sighed really deep as though that were it. She farted again, wiped, and stood up. "Well... Go ahead... Eat my shit." I noted everything about it. The size, shape, smell, weight, length, girth.... The stink of it. God it was smelly.... She smiled as I consumed it and ate it. I then journaled about it. I wrote about how it was an inch and a half in diameter and how it tasted like chalky dirt. I wrote about the specific smells it had and what she'd eaten the day before. Even more humiliating, we had to compare notes after every bowel movement. This being the first time, the humiliation was so incredibly fresh. When she said, "I'd rate the stink about a 3," I started crying... ------------ About 3 months in and I was able to tell when she'd eaten a normal day's meal. Egg whites and a smoothie for breakfast. Mixed greens salad with chicken or salmon for lunch with a homemade dressing made of oil, lemon, basil, and vinegar. And then rice with either salmon or chicken. She ate some granola or vegetables as a snack, but that never factored into her taste or stink. Honestly, 5 days a week eating shit became almost normal. It wasn't good tasting, but I was able to handle it with minimal efforts. She farted a lot more than I expected, but during the week her farts were about a 4. It was on the weekends where Suling really tortured me... "Pizza night" meant, "SOOOOOOOO much shit for the next two days." "Gyro night" meant, "Enjoy this sloppy mess and terrible stink, loser." And then there were the nights she'd make her traditional Indonesian food. This smelled soooooo good, and because I had to eat something other than shit, I didn't mind the food she'd make, but she'd always eat sooooo much. She was in amazing shape and had an incredible body, but damn if she couldn't eat more than most fat men. Those were the days I'd eat load after load after load. Three months in and I was barely any closer.... ----- We had an agreement that I'd live with her to make it easier to compare notes and keep up our research, but there were days I would go hang out with my friends and she with hers. We agreed that we wouldn't talk about it to others, but she immediately went back on that and told at least two of her friends. One was a man and he asked to use me. Thankfully, she told him no. It was a Saturday and I was getting ready to go hang out with some friends, what little I had left. Suling spoke with a harsh tone, "Where do you think you're going, slave?" "I'm not your slave and I'm going to hang out with my friends." "Your friends? I'm sorry, but a toilet doesn't make friends and a toilet doesn't tell its user that it's going out without first getting permission." "Look, I want to go out with-" "I don't care what my toilet wants. I'm going out with my friends and I haven't shit yet today, so I need your mouth at the ready for when I do so that you can eat my shit, taste my shit, smell my shit, and evaluate my shit after I've taken a massive shit directly in your toilet mouth, slave." "Jesus... Suling... You're being really aggressive. And anyways, I'm a research partner, not a toilet..." "I mean... You are my toilet. Though I guess if we went with your friends and hung out, it might be funny to see them react when I have to take a shit. 'Hey, I have to take a huge dump right now. Open up.' That might be fun to see their reactions. Right, slave?" "Fine... You made your point." "Remember, in this study, I'm the one taking a shit in your mouth. I'm the one that gets to use your mouth as my personal toilet. You're literally attempting to see if you can guess what I ate and if you can find out what's going with my body by eating my shit. There is nothing about this scenario where you don't look pathetic." "Suling... I get it. Jesus... You're so fucking mean." She just smiled. "I'll assume then that you're coming with me?" I took off my coat and put on the plastic outfit for when I had to be a portable toilet... "Very good, slave." The girls were all in another room and I was sitting in this lady's guest room by myself. Suling would come in every 30 minutes and fart, every 60 minutes to fart and piss. Around 9:30 she came in and said, "Get your notebook ready." I laid on the hardwood floor and held my mouth exceptionally wide. I was taking note of her anus, it was a little more red than usual, and took a mental note of how wide this turd was. It was remarkable how yo- FFFFFFFFFAAAAROUUUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFPLST My attempt at being scientific about this was destroyed when my mouth was suddenly filled with this hot, steaming dump Suling just released. "You can try and make yourself feel good about this process, like you're doing something, but you're really just a toilet. You're not even a man. You're not a scientist. Lookit you..." Suling stood up and spit on my forehead. I was sitting with her shit in my mouth and trying to eat it, but one of her friends walked in and screamed about the stink and that I needed to eat it faster. My chewing was sped up and I began to cry. They shut off the lights and closed the doors. I felt like a toilet.... ----- Every quarter we were to visit the researchers and they'd give me a physical and run tests. They said the research Suling and I were doing was far more advanced than anyone else. There was always the same ending from the researcher, "Make sure you note and record the entire bowel movement, from when it's her food to when it becomes your food. Read the contract again for any missed details and please ensure you're both taking precautions for the subject's safety." Suling nodded and I followed her outside. It had been a year, today. Suling sat in the back seat as I drove, "It's our anniversary, you know." "Yep," I was not only her toilet, but also her chauffeur... "Let's go somewhere nice and get a steak dinner!" "I don't want steak. It makes you fart too much and your dumps stink something awful when you eat steak." She laughed very hard at that, "I love that you know how my shit smells and tastes after a meal!!! Does this stink? Here...." She farted and it smelled like eggs. "Yes, that stinks." "Keep the windows rolled up. We'll bask in this together." Just 6 and a half more years to go. ------ We had lasted 5 years now. I could accurately predict 95% of her bowel movements now. Two years ago they had told us to stop having me around while she ate. The researchers also stopped calling me a subject and started calling me a toilet. Today, during out visit things had changed with one more wrinkle, as well.... The researcher said, "The toilet has submitted fully to its owner at this point. Have you noticed anything odd about your master's waste, slave?" I sighed, "Can you not call-" Suling slapped me, "Slave! Answer the scientist's questions." Begrudgingly, I answered, "No, my master's waste is fine." Suling smiled. The researcher said, "In the last phase, we had you stop watching what they ate. In this phase, we want you to become accustomed to the idea of becoming an actual toilet. For the next 2.5 years you will be locked into the toilet box. You will have a chance to read the contract for any missed details and get your physical every three months. Other than that, the only human contact you'll have will be that of your master using you as her toilet. You'll have a small lamp to fill out details of her shit in the journal. Do you understand?" I looked at Suling and she said, "You're doing it. I want that money." "Yes," I said, tears in my eyes as I told the researcher, "Yes." I tossed the copy of the contract they gave me and I went back to Suling's place to get into the toilet box... ----------- 7 and a half years... I've eaten every dump of Suling's for 7 and a half years..... She said that before the researcher's came over, she was going to really let me have it. She told me about her meals (yes, with an s) and I knew that not only would the smell be horrific, but also the size. She had really grown evil over the past two and a half years, knowing that I really had been reduced to a toilet. Suling sat above me, one last time, and I'd noticed she'd gained a little weight, which filled her out more. Her asshole pushed and the fart announcing the bowel movement was rotten. It was very deep. BRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMFFFFF I was happy to know this would be the last dump.... Then she started shitting and I felt like it might never end. The amount filled my mouth, then covered my face, then some got in my nose... I was so worried! She farted again and stayed perched above me. I began to eat. I chewed on her first turd and gathered it all in my mouth, this gave me no freedom, but cleared a little gap around my nose. Every breath was entirely filled with her shit stink to accompany the oxygen. I ate the second and fourth turds. Then the third one, it had more fart propulsion, then the fifth and sixth turds. The seventh, eighth, and ninth turds were kind of mashed together, but they fell from the top and Suling was laughing above me... "It's finally gone, master... Your shit is finally gone." She busted out laughing and then unleashed another load that was even bigger than the last. I knew there would be a lot, but my goodness there was so much.... Suling was cackling and I ate everything again.... I was struggling to keep it all down. It was like eating a 20 course meal of nothing but human shit. "Had enough," Suling said. "Yes. It was so much shi-" And then she broke me... She shit the biggest load and it slammed into my mouth, filling it completely. Her shit then piled on top of my face again and I couldn't see anything because this load covered my entire face. I could feel the weight of her dump growing as it sat on my face. It was like she would never stop shitting. Suling was impressed with herself, "Oh my GOD!!!!! I didn't know a person could shit THIS MUCH!!!!" After it was all out, she sighed very heavy and stood up. "Wow.... I did all of that. And you're eating it.........." I kept chewing and swallowing her poop. "Wow...." She kept repeating that over and over. "Wow" When I was done, I saw her beautiful face and I really had come to love her, but... It felt different. Almost like I was a slave, but I was also very ready to be done. There was a knock at the door and the researcher came in. She requested that they wait a while before speaking with me, as my breath was terrible from Suling's awful smelling shit she just took in my mouth. I heard Suling laughing in the other room. I didn't know what they were talking about. I showered and shaved and used an entire bottle of mouthwash and brushed my teeth 10 times.... This was it. I was leaving this bathroom a free man and a millionaire 5 times over... When I opened the door, I forgot what Suling's apartment looked like and she'd done some redecorating. "Have a seat, slave," Suling waved to a chair next to the couch. I was also allowed to sit on furniture for the first time in two and a half years..... "Ok," the researcher began, "Now you were our only research team to last the entire seven and a half years." I was excited and weirdly proud, "That's amazing!! Is there a bonus for that?!" Suling was holding back laughter. The researcher said, "Well the other research teams didn't last as long because they read their contracts, something we urged you to do every quarter. See.... The real experiment is that we wanted to see how long one person would serve another as their toilet. Each quarter you lasted gave us more insight into how cruelty can be elevated slowly over time and how one person could literally turn another person into property. In your case, Suling's cruelty happened almost immediately and you accepted it. In the contract it stated that the actual amount you will be paid was inverse. The longer you lasted, your money shrunk every quarter. The person doing the shitting would get paid more." My brain hurt... I spoke, "Wait... I didn't have to eat her shit all that time?" Suling busted out laughing now, "No! And the best part is that now you get paid one penny!!!!!! I get $5 mil and you get a fucking PENNY!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" My heart dropped and I began crying immediately, "You're kidding me." The researcher was cold, "No. You didn't read the contract and it clearly stated the monetary provisions. The other women were just happy to use the person as a toilet one time and the men understood that they'd eat shit once, collect their 5 million and be on their way. You were the only toilet in the group." My tears were pouring now, "I have nowhere to go. I did this because I was broke and almost homeless." Suling stood up, "You have somewhere to go..." She motioned to her bathroom. "You can serve me for the rest of your life. Think about it, toilet... Don't you want to? Don't you secretly have a desire to fully accept your place as my toilet. And think about it, now you can be a true toilet and serve my friends. You'll be my prized possession." The researcher looked icy, "It's probably for the best, honestly. You aren't fit to be a man. You're more of a toilet." I sobbed for 5 more minutes and said nothing as I stood up and started walking. Suling was stern, "No. Don't walk... Crawl. Crawl into the bathroom and accept your new purpose. The purpose of being my toilet." i obeyed and locked myself in. The researcher came into the bathroom and said, "Well done, toilet. And welcome to your new life." She pulled down her panties, sat her large posterior over my face, and farted. Her shit was terrible in odor, but not large. With her 7 inch turd in my mouth, she wiped and tossed the paper on my face. I was no longer a scientist... I am just a toilet. |
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