"Mayday mayday mayday... Shit," Natalie threw her hands in the air, "The fucking comms are all busted."

"What can we do, Natalie? If that's busted, what's next? What can we do," the fear in my voice had to be clear, "Are we going to die?"

Natalie clicked a few buttons and then looked out at the very calm ocean, "We're fine. This baby won't tip, but we're going to need to make some very difficult decisions and plan for the worst."

She grabbed a journal and started writing down all the food stores and everything else. With the engines down, all the electronics fried, and comms systems broken, there wasn't much for me to do. I'd lost the captain's job to Natalie and thought she was my rival, I had to respect her authority. Natalie was the expert and I had not choice but to trust her completely.

---

It had been two days and Natalie rationed out the food. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough and we'd survive for two weeks pretty easily. The only thing working on the ship was the water pump system for the toilet and the system that could create drinking water from the ocean.

"Ok, so I have kind of a good news/bad news situation, here," Natalie took me to the map, "See this? This is where we are. Nobody will look for us for a few days because we're not due back in port for another 5 days. They'll probably start searching earlier, though, because we've had no comms out. I don't think anyone will be coming past us for a while either. I personally think we have another five to ten weeks at sea."

"Is that the good news or the bad news?"

Natalie was slightly annoyed, "It's just news, Jon. The good news is that the weather looks very agreeable. We shouldn't have to worry about storms or anything for at least a week, but even then I think we're in the clear. The current is going to push us toward a place they'll find us, but it's probably ten weeks away. I think they'll find us in five weeks, though. So that's the good news..."

"And the bad news?"

Natalie pulled a stool behind me and then she grabbed one and sat very close to me, "We have enough food for one person for that time frame... Even with rations, one of us would starve. What's worse is that the bathroom only has enough space for one of us to use it... Unless."

"Unless we go over the side?"

Natalie pursed her lips and she looked ready to deliver some truly bad news, "Jon... We could stay alive if one of us eats the food, feeds it to the other, and then that person would use the bathroom."

My brain turned slowly, processing what she had just proposed, "One of us eats the food, and then... 'Feeds' it to the other?"

"Shits, Jon. One of us would eat the food and then shit in the other person's mouth. That person would eat the shit of the other person and then use the bathroom. One person would BE the bathroom and one person would USE the ship's bathroom."

"What the fuck... You're saying we basically just have one digestive tract?"

"I guess that's a fucked up way of putting it, but kind of... Although, no. I wouldn't want you to think of it that way. You'd still be eating my shit. I don't think it would be fair to think of it as eating food. I think it's fair to think of the shit eater as a shit eater and a toilet. They'd basically be sub-human to the other person."

"This is fucked up, Natalie."

We sat in silence for only a moment when Natalie broke it, "And to be clear, I think I should be the one to eat the food. I'm the captain and I came up with the plan. I think it's only fair."

"Fair?! You think me eating your shit is fair?!"

Natalie looked indignant, "Yes! You eating my shit is fair! It's unreasonable for you to think I'd eat your shit, but I think it's perfectly reasonable for you to eat mine! I've been the one trying to save our lives and all you've done is cry! I've been working and found this to be the only way for us to survive. I think it's the only way for us to do this. You should be thankful that I'm even giving you my shit and not just chucking you overboard!"

At this time we both assessed the situation. I was much stronger and bigger than Natalie, but she was powerful in her own right. She commanded any room she walked into and everyone listened to her. Natalie was gorgeous and a Goddess. She was short, at 5'6", but she was hispanic and her dark hair made her tan skin pop. She went from sitting to standing in a power pose, and though she was small, she was fierce. She turned around and showed off her amazing bubble butt that I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to eat it right then and there... I just didn't want to eat FROM it...

"You couldn't throw me overboard if you wanted," I said, trying to deflect.

"Jon, stop stalling... We need to be realistic. There will be enough nutrients in my shit to sustain you until we get to port and get safe. We'd never have to talk about it, again, if you didn't want. But I think it's important that I eat the food, you be my toilet, and then you use the toilet after. It's the only way. Besides, you might like it and want to be my toilet forever. Maybe this is just your natural place in the world."

I didn't have the same skills and experience, so I really didn't know if it was the only way, but again, I had to trust Natalie.

"Why don't we do rock paper scissors or something."

Natalie shook her head, "No, Jon. I eat the food. You eat my shit. You use the toilet. It's the only way. Otherwise I'll have you arrested on shore for attempting to attack me."

"What?!"

"Jon... Just accept it. You're going to be my toilet. I am making you my toilet and I am turning you into my toilet."

And she did just that. She turned me into her toilet...

----

We spent the next few hours making up games that basically worked around me smelling her farts. She said it was the best way to get prepared for the taste.

"You have to be ready for the shit. You're probably not going to like the taste, but it's imperative that you eat my shit. It's the only way to get the nutrients."

She laughed.

Natalie positioned her asshole over my open mouth and "accidentally" moved her asshole to blast a wicked fart straight up my nose. She farted two more times, making sure those were in my mouth.

BRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFF KWWWOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR BOOOOORRRRRRRRKKKKSSSSSFFFFFF

"Oops! Well you should get used to the smell, too. Smelling and eating farts is going to be good for your training," she was cracking up.

"Why are these such big farts, Natalie? This is insane! You're barely eating."

"It's day 1, idiot. Just shut up and eat my farts. Be a good toilet. Good toilets don't talk."

FRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA

She was laughing.

Another two hours of farts and I finally screamed, "This is horrible! You're farting so much! What is in the food stores?!"

"Beans. Lots of beans."

I started to cry.

"Oh don't be such a fucking baby. You're being really," she stopped mid-sentence and her eyes got huge, "Get in the head!"

She sounded so excited, happy. Not like this was a terrible thing, but like this was a victory for her.

Natalie watched as I took off my clothes and laid in the head. She closed her eyes, as if taking in this entire moment was perfect.

"This is just too good," she said, turning around, "I can't even imagine what the shit will smell like if the farts have been this bad."

"Do you have to talk about it so much?"

"You know what? Yeah, I fucking do. You're a piece of shit, you know that? I'm giving you life and you're complaining. It's always fucking something with you, too. Always questioning every fucking move I made. And now, look at you. You're going to be my fucking toilet and I'm saving your life by taking a shit in your mouth. Open your mouth. I don't want to hear any more words come out and I think I know a way to get you to finally shut the fuck up."

Natalie farted a loud, broken fart. It stunk horribly and filled the entire bathroom.

BR BRR BRRRR

"Oh my god! Oh my god you need to breathe that in, toilet! That smells so bad! Oh my god!"

"YOU think it smells bad?! Imagine someone ripping that right in your face!"

"Hahahaha! Luckily I can only imagine, but you don't have to imagine what it's like! I farted in your face. That's right! I did rip a fart right in your face. Now keep your mouth open and shut up. You're not going to be able to talk in a second, anyway."

She put both hands on the handlebars that are there to brace oneself during an uncalm sea. She was using them to steady herself above me. I was looking at her nice ass and thinking about how this would actually be a pretty sight in other circumstances.

But then something incredibly unpretty happened. I'd imagined it ever since she made the decision that I was to be her toilet. I imagined her shit coming out and filling my mouth, but nothing you imagine compares to actually seeing it.

Her anus moved so much, it was remarkable, honestly. And then her asshole opened, wide. I saw the inside of her rectum and up into her colon, but it was like there was nothing there. And then I saw her poop emerge. As her turd began to show itself, the stench grew and she started laughing.

"Is my poop out of my butthole, yet?"

"No," I said.

"DON'T TALK AND KEEP YOUR MOUTH OPEN SO I CAN TAKE A SHIT DIRECTLY INTO YOUR MOUTH!"

Her anger made her asshole close just a little, but then her turd pushed her anus back open.

There was a single hair I saw on her otherwise shaved asshole. I saw her shit scrape alongside it and then her horrible, awful, foul smelling turd pushed into my mouth and I used my tongue to move it from the middle of my mouth to the back of my throat. I started to gag and that made Natalie laugh. Then I moved myself because her turd was coming straight down, but my mouth was at an angle and not optimal for my face to be someone's toilet.

"Good move, toilet. This is a big load, so be sure to catch it all."

She kept taking her dump in my mouth and the first turd left her ass. It was probably 12 inches in length and at least a half dollar in thickness. I thought it might be thicker in some parts, but she started to really let go and I lost track of the exact specifications of her shit.

"This is incredible. How have we never done this before, Jon? Hahaha! Jon is my John! Whew, this stinks... Glad I'm up here and not down there."

My mouth was overflowing with her shit and some started to slide down my cheek. This really pissed Natalie off.

"For fuck's sake! Use your fucking hands to keep my shit funneled into your mouth, toilet. Fucking can't believe that I have to tell you how to be a toilet. Pretty simple fucking concept. I sit above you like the fucking superior being I am, I take my shit into your inferior, pathetic toilet mouth, and then you catch and swallow everything. Otherwise, what's the fucking point? My shit if your fucking food, toilet boy."

She seemed to be done shitting, but she wasn't done berating me...

"And the next time I take a dump in your mouth, I want to see if using your tongue on my asshole ahead of time helps make it easier. I once put a buttplug up my ass and I had to shit like fucking immediately. Let's find out about your tongue, toilet."

She waited a minute while pointing her asshole right at my face but then she stopped pushing and left, the door swinging shut behind her.

I, however, remained in the head with my mouth full of her shit. I began crying intensely and couldn't stop. Had I really been reduced to this?

The answer was of course yes and it was driven home when the door opened just as I finished eating all of her shit when Natalie said, "Ooo boy! Lucky you! Turns out I wasn't done!"

She sat above me again and I opened my mouth, catching a monster 17 inch turd that just slid right out of her asshole.

"Go ahead and eat my shit, toilet. Then come find me for some chores around the ship."

She laughed as her disgusting, smelly turd was both in my mouth on and on my face. It felt like she really did own me.

---------

22 days later and every day her dumps were being deposited directly into my mouth 2-3 times per day. They never got smaller, too. I was perplexed and finally asked her.

"So how is it that after 3 weeks at sea, I've been opening my mouth so you can shit in it and your poops are still the same size as ever. I'm starting to think there was more food than you let on and you're treating my like your toilet because you like degrading me."

Natalie was so beautiful with her round cheeks and her Mexican tan showed as she cleared her throat and looked at me, "First of all, of COURSE I'm enjoying shitting in your mouth! We've always hated one another and there's been this kind of like silent power struggle between us. And I've won. I've wholly and completely won. You eat my turds and chew my shit. I literally shit in your mouth and you literally eat my shit. There's no debate on which one of us is the superior and which of us is the inferior that accepts their place below others. You could just starve, which would at least have left you with dignity, but instead you laid on your back like the little bitch you are and opened your mouth, begging me to let you become my toilet. Which brings me to my next point. I don't 'treat' you like my toilet, no. Treating you like a toilet would imply that you're something else, like a human or person or something. No, you ARE my toilet. You ARE my toilet and nothing else. You're my toilet and all I've done is set the universe right. Now, I want to take this shit up on the deck and in the sun. Bring my toilet that you call your mouth up."

She went above deck and I followed behind her, tears in my eyes. I could stop this. I didn't have to eat EVERY dump... But I let her just shit in my mouth over and over, every day for every dump.

"Lay down, slave."

I did as commanded and she sat over my mouth and ripped a massive fart.

BRRRRRROOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMFFFF

She sighed, "Fucking beans, man. They always make me feel so bloated. Until I can finally take a shit, that is. Oh, another fart. Smell it up, toilet mouth."

BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPLPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP

She laughed at the echo sound her farts made in my mouth, "This stinks, but you know what they say. Better out than in! Oh wait.... Is that insensitive to you? Because, well... You know? Because I'm taking this shit right into your mouth?"

Her turd emerged from her asshole that now had some hair on it. It was slick and dark brown. It smelled so fucking terrible. I could tell it would be soft. While her shit slid from her colon, down into her rectum, past her anus and entering my mouth, Natalie was berating me verbally."

"I always wondered what they meant by 'better out than in', because I always thought like who the fuck would be the 'in' in that statement, you know? Better out, well obviously. Obviously the poop is coming out. But how would it get 'in', you know? How could it ever get 'in'? It's not jumping out of the toilet. But then when I saw you, I understood. They meant that in life there are two kinds of people. The person shitting and the person that gets shit on, and that it was better to be the one taking a shit. And you know what, right when I saw you, I knew that you were the kind of person to get shit on. You were the kind of person that would lay down and let your superior do whatever they fucking wanted, including letting them turn you into a fucking toilet."

Her shit looked like soft serve, but I assure you the flavor and smell were nothing delightful on the deck of this ship...

It was a MONSTER dump, too, one of her biggest. And she sighed when all of it exited her. It had to have been 45 seconds straight of a steady shit stream that I had to use my hands to keep it on my face, because shit on the deck of the ship would be a big no-no.

And then I felt the ship rock more and more while her poop was covering my face. And then a foghorn...

Was it...

----

Two weeks later and Natalie had told the tale of how she was so heroic so many times, even I believed her. When the coast guard found us, I still had about half her dump on my face and so the rescue photos show the two of us in stark contrast. She had actually put her foot on my chest and had her hands on her hips looking like a superhero over a vanquished foe and I was on my back with a pile of shit in my mouth.

We were famous as the duo that survived in the open ocean for several weeks. The one thing that I'd been hearing over and over was how kind I was to let Natalie have all the food, even though it turned out we had enough food on board for two people for two years. But Natalie told the narrative that I begged her to let her eat the food while I ate her shit.

Nobody believed me when I said that was a lie, but people just kept heaping praise on us both for being so brave. There were book deals but no movie rights for a toilet man. The money was rolling in, but everyone wanted Natalie's story. How she had to make the brave decision to eat food and use her crew member as the toilet...

Natalie also revealed that the toilet had enough space for a family of 5 to use it for a year, but that I had begged to be her toilet so much that she just couldn't refuse. She was everywhere and people loved hearing her story. After trying to come out with the truth, that I had been duped into becoming her toilet for the weeks we were at sea, the networks just kind of stopped inviting me. Natalie was everywhere, still. They had her on the talk shows multiple times and it was humiliating. Everyone knew that I had been Natalie's toilet, which is bad enough, but they all thought I had begged for the privilege.

I had retreated into hiding and it wasn't until a lawyer came to my house that I had seen another person. As they talked, I knew my life was about to get even worse.

This lawyer was gorgeous and her name was Brooke. Brooke had a very weak looking man with her that was a certified notary that she didn't say a name for. Brooke told me that Natalie had plans to sue me for lying and laid out incredible amounts of evidence and jury polling. She beat me in every demographic, literally every single one and that no matter what, I would be toast if I let her sue me.

The deal offered was that I would go live as Natalie's toilet, and Natalie would call off the lawsuit. She would allow me to have certain privileges, but I was to be her personal toilet slave. I thought about it and thought if I went through with the lawsuit, I'd at least be free, even if penniless...

My mind spiraled out of control and Brooke was trying to get me to sign some papers that basically stated I was Natalie's toilet and that I surrendered the rights to the book deal.

"I think I have an idea... Take out the stuff about being Natalie's toilet and I'll sign. She can have all the money, I just want to be left alone."

Brooke left the room and called Natalie on her cell phone. I couldn't help looking at her huge butt in the pantsuit. Brooke was gorgeous, too. Her long brown hair framed a model's face, but she was thick as hell and her butt stretched her pantsuit to its absolute limit. Brooke re-entered the room and pulled out another contract then handed it to me.

"If you sign this, it's legally binding. You will meet with Natalie to finalize this deal and you're giving up everything," was all Brooke said to me.

As she sat there, I thought of how pretty this woman was. I wanted to ask her out, but she knew I'd eaten so much shit and had been someone else's toilet, so I doubted that was something she'd consider...

I didn't even read the contract and had decided to just sign it.

"Not giving up everything, but giving up my rights to the deals, anyway."

Brooke took the contract and handed it to the male notary. He stamped it and we all got in Brooke's car to go finalize the agreement with Natalie.

When we got into the hotel room, I was watching Brooke's huge ass sway in those pants until she sat on a couch with Natalie.

The notary waited for the door to shut and then knelt. I thought it was strange, but what happened next was even stranger...

"So I heard you signed the second contract, huh," Natalie said with a huge smile.

"I just want this all to be over," I said.

"Oh, but toilet, it's only just begun!" Natalie said, excitedly as she jumped from her seat on the couch without even trying to hide how happy she was.

"I'm not your toilet anymore," I said.

"Actually," Brooke spoke, "You are. You signed this contract without reading so much as a fucking word. You agreed to give up your rights to the movie and to enter into a professional working relationship with the person whom you've also agreed to legally call Mistress Natalie. You will be paid $1 per year and it will be placed into a checking account so as to not accrue any interest. Because you can't make anyone work for life, there is a buyout option for $1 billion dollars and an agreement to serve as her toilet for a 75 year span. There is no legal escape for you."

I dropped to my knees, "Please... Have mercy."

Mistress Natalie stood up, "Mercy?! Mercy?! No. I've won, toilet. I've absolutely destroyed you, toilet. I've destroyed your life by making you a toilet. I've destroyed your mouth plenty of times, too. I'm gonna destroy you every day when I make you eat my dumps until you die. Now... What is your place?"

My head dropped, "I'm your toilet."

"Louder."

"I AM YOUR TOILET!"

Mistress Natalie poured herself a drink, "Good! Now that that's settled, go into the bathroom and allow my lawyer to relieve herself into my new, official toilet. Thank her for letting you smell her farts. Thank her for letting you be her toilet. And call her Mistress, too. I'm going to make you eat so much shit."

When I laid on the cold marble floor, Brooke came into the room. She was so beautiful and yet what she was about to do to me was disgusting.

"I have never seen one person so completely dominate and destroy the other. I mean, I understand you letting her use you as a toilet. But to allow someone that doesn't own you? You really are in the proper place."

Brooke pulled down her pants from the pantsuit and stood over me with her giant ass cheeks that were sculpted well and didn't droop. She bent slowly into a squat and aimed her anus at my mouth.

Brooke's huge ass was something I'd have dreamt about a year ago, but now it was hell. She ripped a nasty fart that went straight up my nose.

BRRPPPPPPPPP

Then she aimed her asshole at my mouth and before her shit rushed out, a disgusting fart was laid into my mouth like she was pouring soup from a ladle.

PLLLLOUUUURRRRRRRRRMMMMSSSSS

"Thank you, Mistress Brooke."

"That smells awful. I mean, you always like your own brand, but I can't imagine what that's like for you. Imagine, someone pointing their asshole at your mouth and just taking it. No, worse, THANKING them... How pathetic would you have to be to thank someone for turning you into their toilet?"

And then her asshole released the widest, longest turd I'll ever see. It wouldn't stop and even Brooke started to swear about it.

The first six inches were very, VERY soft, but then it firmed up just a bit. It was still lumping together on top of my face and Brooke was looking down at her dung covering my face. She moved her ass around to cover it and I eventually could only feel her poop covering my face even more because my eyes were shut. The smell didn't go away, though. I had her shit in my mouth, under my nose, on top of my eyes, and I could hear her shit pushing out from her colon and into the world, my world was entirely her dump. I felt the heat of it, warming my face. The stench was unbearable. I couldn't handle how terrible it was, just nostril full of shit air after nostril full of shit air. Each breath was nothing but her poop in my nose. And the taste was inescapable because her poop was just sitting on my tongue, scraping against my tastebuds over and over. All I could do was taste her shit. Brooke was laughing and even though I was now blind to the hellish turd she was still somehow shitting on my face, I could replay the visual of the first portions of her dump coming out of her anus. It's all I could see now, Brooke's giant ass unloading on my face. It was still going and it was all I could imagine.

After literally 2 minutes of shitting on my face, Brooke finally sighed, "Eat my shit."

My mouth was full of her dung, but I was able to mumble, "Thank you Mistress", through a mouthful of shit. It didn't sound perfect, but I heard her take plenty of pictures and then leave.

"Pathetic," was all she said.

After three hours, I finally got it all down and Mistress Natalie came into the room. She didn't say anything, but snapped and I followed her out of the bathroom, and into my new life.