All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18.

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.