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The Girl from Our Floor This is a real one, and I'm honestly not certain how to go about it. Monica and I have been drifting lately. Not anything bad, but our relationship has felt... Off... She and I have had long conversations about it, but I'm just not sure WE know where it's headed, even. I don't know... I do know this much: What she just did to me was... Well it's honestly kind of unthinkable and horrendous on one level, but completely an incredible turn on in every other way to a humiliation fetishist like myself. Mon told me to get ready for a Saturday "feeding unlike any other". I prepped the normal way and didn't eat anything but crackers and ginger ale if it wasn't water. I like to make myself as hungry as possible, because shit is so fucking gross and it makes me want to throw up for hours after I eat shit (I usually actually still throw up). Monica then told me there's be something wildly unique about Saturday, and told me to be "on your best slave behavior. I can tolerate nothing less that absolute obedience. I was scared, but also excited. So I agreed. Saturday came and I waited for Monica to say the start word. When she gave it, I immediately got naked and ready to eat her shit when I heard a knock. I jumped behind the island in our kitchen, hiding. "MacKenzie! Welcome!" It was a lady on our floor, a 20-something marketing professional. She's been getting closer with Monica lately and I've figured out what Monica wants me to do now... "Holy shit, look at this place! It's so much bigger than my place! How?! And it comes with it's own personal plumbing?!" They started to crack up and chatted for a brief moment about how great the other looked. It was all so normal. "Oh now come in, all the way in," So normal until Monica shouted, "SLAVE!!! Crawl over here." I was obedient and ever the servant as I crawled over, belly on the tile floor. "Yes Goddess?" MacKenzie spoke, "Holy shit, it's real?" "Very real, Kenz. Very real," Monica said, looking down at her property with pride. Her pride wasn't surrounded by love, but by the thrill that she had dominated another person so thoroughly and turned them into her toilet. "Ok," she said, handing Monica something before turning her attention to me, "Hey, fuck face. I'm your master for today. Get in the bathroom, slave." "What?" Kenz, my new owner, apparently, kicked me hard in the side. She had fire in her eyes, "I thought you said it would do whatever I said without a thought?" "It WILL if IT knows what is good for IT!!!" Monica had never been this cruel, this stern. She, too, kicked me. Hard. "I promise, Kenz. It knows its place." MacKenzie looked angry, "It fucking better. Or I'm going to break it." Shuffling quickly, i didn't hesitate and scurried into the bathroom. MacKenzie followed behind, quickly. "Get in your little box, slave." She was so cold about everything, which is a turn on, but there's also a dehumanization to it that really fucks with me, mentally. It's really hot when it's roleplay, but when it's real, it's a little different. There's something strange about this person, whom i've never met, just walking into my life and assuming Their Ownership over me. i know i have eaten shit, but this? This feels... Strange. Very different. The toilet box we have was updated recently to be a little more comfortable for me when we do 3 days lock-ins. This was allegedly a single day use... Allegedly... MacKenzie is a gorgeous woman. She's short at 5'3", but has an amazing ass. We've ridden the elevator together, but never said a word to one another. I've literally only heard Monica say every now and then that she's going to MacKenzie's place to drink wine and watch TV 2-3 times a week. And now here she is, in my home, about to sit over my face and take a shit. Her skinny face grew a chin when she was looking down a toilet hole at me. She spit and missed my mouth, catching me between the eyes. "My shit better not be anywhere except your mouth, toilet boy." "Yes, Master." She turned around and Her bubble butt descended, aiming her pretty anus right at my face. I guided her to be in perfect position so that her turds would in fact end up right in my mouth. "Pathetic," she said, as I basically changed my fate from being near turds to being her toilet. There was a thunderous fart that shook me to my core at first. I was so shocked that this tiny woman could produce such a sound. It was bassy and caused severe vibrations. BOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPLBT I mean it was LOUD. Then, there was a succession of god only knows how many deep farts came rushing out. They sounded like a quiet, deep fart noise you make with the front corner of your top lip. PLBTTSS PLBTSSSS PLBTS PLBTSSS PLBTS PLBTS PLBTSS PLBTSSSSSSSS It just went on like this for 20 seconds. MacKenzie was above me, cracking up but not saying a word. Then she sighed and breathed out a huge breath. Without any pulsing on her asshole outside the farting, the tip of a light brown turd appeared. I thought it would be smaller, but Kenz proved she can shit with the big timers, like Corrin or Sofia. Her shit hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. "Don't you fucking dare... Eat my shit, slave. Accept my dump as your new, favorite meal. Chew my waste, toilet mouth." She kept shitting and the turd hadn't broken. I don't know if it was as long as Stephanie's 5-foot turd or Corrin's 7-foot turd, but it was very long. It started to circle on my face and then once the turd was finally out of her, there was another MASSIVE fart. BLURRRRRRPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSTTTTT It started with a massive fart, and it ended with one that was just as loud. It came out very fast and that was it. One single, long, fart powered turd. "Eat. My. Shit." MacKenzie stood up and watched me chew. I saw her staring in and loving the sight before her. She grabbed some paper to wipe and tossed that in the regular toilet, eyes on me the whole time. Her smile was beautiful. "How you must feel... How you must feel, after I've just shit on you. I wonder what that's like, to be that fucking pathetic. I don't know what Monica sees in you, but I'll be working to adjust her perception of you. Make no mistake, toilet mouth, I'm going to use you a lot from now on. I'm going to be over a few times every week. I'm going to tell Monica we should use you together, that we should open your toilet mouth up for businesses. We should invite women over and empower them to take a fat shit in your toilet mouth. Would you like that, slave?" I went to respond, but she cut me off. "It doesn't matter what you like! The fact that you even considered answering tells me that maybe we should hurt you some, first," Kenz kicked me, "And next time, you're going to be a little faster. And then the time after that. And then by the time we're done, you'll be able to keep all the way up, even on a turd like that." She watched me chew for another 15 minutes. This turd would take an hour to eat, probably... "Disgusting..." MacKenzie walked out after that and I talked with Monica on Sunday... "Hey Mon, so-" Monica cut me off, "Yeah, so... I know we both have been feeling like our relationship is kind of straining, so.... So I decided to try something new." "Without telling me." "But that's what I think we should try... I think we should try having you be less of my toilet and more of a toilet for other women. I like it more when I'm watching someone else degrade you, now." "And if you have to shit at the same time?" "Well then you'll eat it, of course." "I think we should talk more about this..." "And I think we should just try it. Give it a month. And during that time, I'll bring a few ladies through. If we don't like it, we stop it. Deal?" I looked into her gorgeous eyes and finally said, "Deal." After one week, I've eaten Kenzie's shit four times now, each one about that same size of 3-4 feet of shit. She said she goes once per day and doesn't clog many toilets because it's so soft. The only toilet she's clogged in a while is me, and that was because I don't know if I can keep up eating shit this often. I'll keep you all updated in due time.
UPDATE There's never been a time in my life where i've eaten shit regularly. Maybe once per week was kind of my highest peak, but Monica had agreed to a routine with Kenz, a lady that lived in our building. Kenz looks a little like Amanda Bynes (if she never lost her mind), but doesn't really have a celebrity equivalent i can think of. i guess it doesn't really matter, since none of them are using me as their toilet. It was supposed to be 2-3 times per week to start, but Monica found the whole thing to be enthralling and really worked her into a frenzy. Sometimes she'd tell me to stay in the box for the night. She found it incredibly sexy knowing that she owned me to the point where i'd do anything she ordered. So she kept ordering me to serve Kenz, and Kenz has obliged in a big way. Just so there's no confusion, Kenz usually doesn't take these huge dumps. She comes in, shits about 1-2 logs, and it's usually about the same length (maybe 1-1.5 feet of her turds). Kenz does this every day, but she was using me about 2-3 times per week. Normally, the smell isn't the worst i've had, but it IS poop, so it's terrible. Last week, Monica told me that we'd be doing this every day, and i began to protest. Eating shit every day is just not feasible, but Monica wanted to push the limits of my toilet slavery and servitude. "This will make you a better toilet. I really want to see if you can eat her shit every day for a week as her toilet. If it doesn't work out, fine, but try being her toilet for a week. Every day," Monica was sincere, but i could hear a tinge of her ego when she said the word toilet. It was harsh. So a normal week, except now every day to begin my day, i'm waking up at 4 am to hit the gym still, and then around 6:30-7, i answer the door and see my neighbor in her robe with her coffee and newspaper. She doesn't acknowledge me as i scurry into the bathroom. She sits at my kitchen table like this is normal. i still don't know the full story about how Monica even broached the subject with her about using my mouth as her toilet basin, but there she is. Kenz is moving around and i hear her chatting with Monica. The bathroom door opens and my toilet box is plunged into immediate darkness. Kenz always begins the process with a big fart. PORRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUMMMMMFFFFF She shifts, spreading her nice, meaty butt cheeks farther apart to make it easier for her shit to not get on those pretty moons. And then it's the show, and it's over in a matter of seconds. One turd slides out quick, slick and sturdy with the consistency almost of a banana. Then another, same consistency and probably would all be the same turd if it didn't get pinched off by her anus. She likes them to stay on my face and not fall off, so i usually catch it with my hands and keep it under my nose. Kenz will wipe and then stand up to watch me eat her foul dump. And then she'll leave... That's been my every day. This morning i told Monica that i can't do this anymore, that i can't serve Kenz every day. Maybe, MAYBE once a week, but this is so often. She agreed to work out terms with Kenz, but wants to keep a regular visiting schedule because Kenz has enjoyed this arrangement a lot as well. The main reason i said i can't do it was because of yesterday's dump... Kenz came in around 7 as usual, but this time there was a clear urgency in her face. She didn't have to say anything and i hurried into my toilet box, making sure my mouth would be open so that Kenz could take a shit into it. She immediately began to verbally berate me. "Imagine being such a fucking pathetic loser that you don't even question it, you just see a person and know they're going to take a shit in your mouth. You didn't even fight back. Just laid in your little box so that I could use you as my toilet. It's at least decent of you to understand your place in life. Your position in life is to be my toilet. How's that feel, huh? How does it feel to be my toilet," Kenz was brutal. But i replied, "It is an honor to be Your toilet." "Fucking pathetic..." She farted, like always, but the stench on this one was absolutely fucking rotten. It was like a thousand shits at once. PLPPPLLLPPPPPPSSSSSSSPPPPPPPLLLLLSSSSSTHURST i couldn't handle it and gagged. "NO YOU DON'T GAG! YOU DON'T GAG AT MY FART! You embrace it! You smell it, inhale it! Become one with my farts, bitch!" She was laughing as she said the final lines. She knew how fucking awful it was. "Hahahaha," she laughed so hard, "I genuinely can't believe you're still down there. It's so bad. But I'm not letting you out. I still have this up in me..." It was like a soft serve machine broke. Just an unending supply of soft serve style shit. My mouth was filled to capacity immediately, but the consistency kept filling in the gaps and her shit was quickly between my teeth and in every nook and cranny on my taste buds. It was absolutely disgusting and the smell of her filth clung inside my nose. The heat of her dump was unmistakeable and felt so intensely warm. She kept farting, too. You'd think farts can't be that bad when you're already getting shit on, but Kenz's farts were some of the worst yesterday. "Oh man. You're in trouble, because I can see it's filled your face and hands, but I'm nowhere near done. I had a feast at dinner last night and we went to get some huge burritos at lunch. Oh man. Hnnnngggghhhhhhhh! Ahhh!!!! It's the beans!" Her poop overflowed and went into my nose, and then started falling out of my hands. There was so much piled up that it was actually close to hitting her butt cheeks (probably 4 inches from my face?), but when i moved to eat some, it shifted the mound down. When she was done she stepped on the scale. It was 4 pounds of her shit. i ate maybe half of it all when she had to run. "I have to go, brunch plans. But don't leave this room until you're done eating my entire dump, and I'll know. Fucking pathetic. Eat my shit." And then she was gone, but Monica came in to watch me eat Kenz's shit. "Oh my god! That smell! It's so bad," Monica was ranting about how awful the stench was for another 20 minutes, but she wasn't the one eating it. The smell got into the main area of our apartment and Monica texted Kenz. She laughed and they talked about how Kenz stunk up the entire apartment. Kenz asked if she could bring one of her friends over to use me, but i begged Monica not to. She told me if i did the one friend that we could take a longer break and i agreed. Her name was Em and it was a very small, single turd about the size of a fun sized snickers. So the deal ended up being a good one. Em is a gorgeous blond with a very thick set of thighs. She's pretty and kind. She didn't have any words. Kenz left again, this time with Em, and Monica remarked how terrible Kenz's dump still smelled. It was still in the apartment, but i couldn't smell it because i still had Kenz's shit up my nostrils. i'll be taking a hopefully longer break from it all, because my god is being a toilet just the dumps. |
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