Y/F groaned a bit and fell back on the couchbed. It'd been weeks since they could dump out, each time they had no luck.

Y/N was always nearby going about their dailies, but clearly worried.

Y/N finally stopped and looked over. "..Is there uh..Anything to make you feel better?"

With a loud stomach gurgle, Y/F turned over and made a face, trying to release a bit of gas at least. "Yeah, one thing."

A few hours passed. Y/F was posed on their back and they grunted, straining but only getting a few sputtering farts out. They took in a breath and tried pushing, but their load remained.

"See what I mean? ..It'd be great if you could..maybe..lick it out of me."

Y/N shot back a bit as they looked down at Y/Fs straining. They bit their lip before nodding.

"Yeah..yeah, okay."

Y/F groaned a bit and flumped back, presenting their winking asshole to Y/N. "...Get in there, then."

Y/N gulped a bit before pushing their face forward into Y/F, their tongue circling their asshole. Y/F responded with a moan, and even pushed a small fart out. "G-Go on,"

Y/N pressed their face into Y/Fs pucker, shivering a little each time a fart bubbled onto their face. They paused when the tip of a load brushed their tongue.

"G-Go on, come on, get it out of me..."

Y/N pressed their face in further into Y/Fs ass, rolling their tongue all around the stuck load Y/F had backed up. Y/F grunted and pushed, their fat, messy load slowly pushing out into Y/Ns mouth. Y/N laid their tongue down flat so the thick shit could push right down their throat.

Y/F reached back to grope themselves as they dumped out, their cock dripping already. Another log slipped out of their ass and they clenched their cock, pre dripping out.

"F-fuck, I'm n-not done-" Y/F grumbled before straining, shitting out a series of semi-soft logs directly into Y/Ns mouth.

"You d-doin o-okAGH-"

*FRRAAABBBTTTBHLCH*

"D-damn." Y/F looked down at Y/N and chuckled. "Looks like you actually had fun. Here."

Y/F aimed themselves down and sighed, a loud hissing sound ringing out as they started to pee all over the living toilet that ate their shit. They even grunted and ended everything with a fart close to their face.

Y/F whimpered as they clenched their dick, spurts of cum covering Y/Ns face. "A-Aahh hell..ooh..."

*FRBT*! *FRRRT*

"Hnnghaaghh-" Y/F strained as one last coil of poop slid out of them as they came. "Ahhnyessscumming.."

Y/F sat up and groped themselves.

Y/F sighed as they scooted their ass back up just so it rested on your chin. You heard them inhale before holding their breath, straining out a-

*PHHBRRBHT*

"H-HhHah..Mmh." They sighed but took in another breath and,

*PHHHBBBBTHRBT*

"Ah..."

*frbt*

Y/F looked down at you, smirking at how red your face was before cupping your sex and grinding their palm against you. They moaned a little before a warm sensation spread across your stomach...Y/F was peeing on you. Another fart shot out of them as they wet you, and they huffed.

With a strain they planted their hands on both sides of your hips, grunting and grunting, before a tent in their unders slithered forward, right into your face. They shivered, angling themselves so their load poked your lips.

"Go on and k-kiss it, kiss it..."

A shudder ran through you as you dragged your tongue against Y/Fs clothed shit, going so far as to wrap your lips around it and suck.

Y/F toyed with their load, flexing it in and out of their asshole.

"Want more...?"

You let out a muffled "Mhm" as you licked up against their dirty, messed unders, gasping loudly as Y/F moaned out and thick, hard turd after turd slapped out of them, overwhelming their unders and shlrking out the legholes to totally cover your face in their shit load.

"F-Fuckkkk.." Y/F pushed the last bit of their poop onto your face, looking back. You were absolutely smothered. Y/F laughed and reached down, groping your sex, making you yelp.

*PHBRTH*

"MPH." Y/F grunted a bit as they settled more onto your face, squirming to find a good spot. They kept moving about as they were half distracted by their game, huffing and letting out more airy farts against you. Finally they seemed to settle in a spot and shuffled their legs so they could straddle you 100%. They let out a yawn and wiggled.

"You got a comfy face, yknow that? Mm-"

*PHRBABTBT*

"Aah... Hm. Hope those ropes are comfy." Their attention turned to their game again, sighing as they let out another warm, bubbling fart on your face.

This kept on for hours with their ass in your face, them farting out a little at a time or blasting you at random. Then they grunted.

"Mm..." Y/F sat up, pausing their game. You couldn't see their expression since your face was covered with...their ass. Another rancid, warm fart bubbled into your face, and you swallowed a bit.

A sigh and a slow hissssss from above you filled your ears as a wave of wet warmth ran down your chin and neck, soaking you from the shoulders down. Y/F groaned a bit and even rubbed themselves against you a bit as they thoroughly soaked you. They shivered before scooting back onto your face so you could really feel the flow of piss seeping out onto you before it stopped. They yawned and laid forward again, going back to their game.

A few hours passed before their farts got more frequent...it was going to happen, whether you liked it or not. You knew it from the start.

"Hnrg-"

*PHBRTH*

*PBBRTHFT*

*BLLFBRTPT*

"Ah, fuck-"

You heard their game pause again as they sat up, muttering and rubbing up and down on your face, farting at random. You could hear them moan a bit at times.

*Crackle...prffbth...*

They began moving a bit faster and huffing a bit before straining-

*SPLRTCH*

"A-AH-"

*SBLORTCH*

A hard log of shit punched out of them and into your face, making them strain and moan as they pushed it out, coiling up. They panted a bit before moaning a second time, and you felt their load bulk up against you, crackling and squelching all the while.

Y/F stalled a minute, grunting. *Prips* and *prpts* crackled out of their ass for a moment, a lone, harsh strain of piss squirting out of them one last time as they PUSHED, coils of hard shit curling up against your face, Y/F groaning as they kept shitting their heavy load across your face for a solid 3 minutes straight.

Y/F seized above you a bit with a cut off squeak; Huffing after..they had came. They let out a tired moan and looked back at you, covered in them. Y/F even strained a bit to get the last pile out onto you.

"...Y-yhh...you can...hh...you can stay back there til' I..I finish this round- ngh-"

Lucky you.

"Oh fuck I don't think I'm done y-yet.."

*pssssBLRTHCH*

The cheers died down a bit as was handed a small stack Jason held up a stack of slips of paper, his grin turning mischievous. 

"Welp, that’s good and all, but the competition continues! everyone who is participating in the next event please pass forward!”

Nick watched the shuffle, his mouth dry and nose still tingling from the smelling round. Twelve guys? It was a small mercy, but not enough and the thought of tasting them made a twist in his stomach.

"Same drill, pledge," Jason spoke, slapping a clean folding chair in the center. "Line up those lucky twelve. They drop shorts and bend over, and you spread 'em to make a nice meal out of those ripe asses.  I want to see five long licks from taint to tailbone, then a full taste right in the hole, and I mean IN the hole. Swirl it around, rate the flavor and yadayada.". He said, before seemingly remembering something. 

“Ah, some of the guys said that I should blindfold you to make it more fair, but I don’t actually have anything… oh I know!” He said, seemingly talking to himself before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. Revealing Hairy toned legs, and a tenting underwear with a distinct wet point, but he didn’t stop there as he stepped out and started pulling down his underwear to reveal an endowed curved cock.

The guys made a ruckus, some even making exaggerated scandalized sounds.

“A little warning would be nice!” One said.

“Oh please, as if most of you haven’t seen my cock already” said Jason exasperated. “If you’re really that off put by it, come here so I can teach you to be more comfortable wit it!” He said, even giving himself a few pumps on his erection.

“No thanks pres! That’s pledge work!” He said and mixed back into the crowd.

I was blindsided by the whole interaction, and then, without warning, Jason shoved his black underwear over my head. And I was literally blind. I struggled a bit before accepting my fate,

The underwear smelled intensely of raw masculinity. Of semen and urine and sweat. And I felt how over the point where Jason’s head had been placed a wet slimy spot of presumably pre-semen made contact with my face.

“Well, now that that issue is finished, let’s begin!”

He said, and I felt movement around me as someone placed themselves on the chair before Jason put his hand on the back of my head and  guided my mouth right into the man’s taint and hole.

The room exploded again, chants of "Taste test! Taste test!" echoing as the selected bros formed up, shorts tenting with excitement or nerves, who knew.

The first lick hit made me realize just how much more intimate and degrading licking another guys ass could be. The very human  warmth against my tongue felt so overly unignorable that I couldn’t even pretend I wasn’t licking another man’s skin as my tongue dragged a slow path from the sweaty fold of his taint up the crack, five times as ordered, each pass coating my taste buds in salt and musk. This guy's ass was meaty, the cheeks firm but plush under my spreading hands, and the skin was smooth, almost hairless except for a faint trail leading up his spine that I could feel brushing my nose occasionally. However, although to my touch it may have felt like a nice ass, the rest of my senses told me another story. 

By the third lick, I was gagging, the flavor was sharp, like some sort of cheese mixed with faint soap from a bad shower that hadn't quite washed the day's grit.

As I finished the fifth lick, Jason's grip tightened. "Good, now get in there." He reminded

I pressed forward, my lips parting around the puckered ring. It clenched at first, warm and alive, then yielded as I swirled my tongue inside. The taste exploded: it was bitter, like bitter earthiness or black coffee grounds that came out of someone’s ass. It was also a bit salty, although that may have been because I had basically coated my tongue in his sweat already. As I tasted him, I heard a rumble from the man’s gut as his hole trembled slightly and without further warning he let out a rumbling fart staring into my mouth, my tongue vibrating strongly inside my perpetrator’s anus as the foul air rushed directly into me through the pathway of my own creation.

I pulled back gasping and coughing, the blindfold's fabric sticking to my damp face. 

“Ayo, what the fuck man?” Said Jason to the guy on the chair. “I told you guys to hold it in”.

“Uh sorry press” The brother said awkwardly. “I really couldn’t hold it in, all that tonguing loosened me up.”

“Tch, well what’s done is done.” He said. “Might as well start the fart contest right now then.”

I was still recovering as he addressed me. 

“So, how was it? The ass and the fart I mean.” Said Jason “I still spect you to do your work you know?”

"Uh, the ass six out of ten, the fart, seven? Chris has made me smell some worse, although this was particularly horrible since it’s the first time I taste one directly" I mumbled, voice muffled. The crowd hooted, but my stomach churned as I tried to breathe clean air but the underwear's stench was mixing with it all, making my head spin.

“Well, that does sound like Chris” said Jason. “Well, next guy! Just be prepared for the fart since we know will be mixing the two events”.

They shuffled the first guy out, and number two stepped up quickly. His ass felt different right away. He was leaner and wiry, cheeks tight like a runner's, with a light fuzz of hair that tickled my cheeks as I spread them. The licks started easier, the skin a little cooler than the previous man, but the scent hit harder, as he’d come here straight out of the gym— Which wasn’t impossible. 

Five drags up, and my tongue was picking up flecks of salt, the crack narrower, forcing me to work for it. When I dove in for the swirl, it was looser, more inviting, the hole tasting of pure tang and sourness, maybe from whatever he'd eaten, blended with a yeasty undertone that made my throat close up as I gagged.

“Great, now please prepare for the fart” Said Jason. Though if he talked to me or to the guy was unclear to me.

I hesitated, tongue still inside, feeling the muscle pulse against it, before a booming fart punched me like a real blow, nearly pushing me away by pure inertia. It smelled putrid and rank, and the faintly hot air in conjunction with the blow made me almost tear up. Jason chuckled close by. "Well, don’t keep us waiting, Nick. Rate it properly."

"Eight, on both accounts " I croaked, wiping my mouth on my sleeve under the blindfold.

A number of guys came after that, and I spent my time licking their asses as they positioned themselves in front of me. They ranged from clean to amazingly unkempt, with some even having what I presumed were pieces of toilet paper still stuck to them. But It was amazing how much one could get used to, at least until someone pulled me out of my trance.

The ninth one was heavier set, his ass cheeks spilling over the chair edges when he bent. Spreading them took effort; they were soft, doughy, with coarse dark hair matted in the crease from sweat.

The licks were a slog, each one pulling coarse strands across my tongue, the flavor building fast: heavy, like aged meat left in the sun, salty waves crashing with every pass. By the fifth, my jaw ached, and the musk was so thick it coated my sinuses, blending with Jason's underwear musk into something nauseatingly potent.

"In". Jason urged, pushing his head again.

The hole was deep set, hairy rim giving way to a velvety inside that tasted foul at first. It was  acrid and thick, like he'd used the passage just recently properly after lunch. I swirled as best I could, fighting the urge to bolt, the texture slick and unwilling. I was already gagging and the fart hadn’t even come, so I dreaded as it didn’t bore well for me.

I almost felt relief when the guy actually struggled to push one out. Some guys hadn’t been able to and I was spared from them. But I could feel a rumble coming from his stomach already.

The man grunted as he flexed his muscles around me and then, I almost feinted. A big rumbling and a wet slime coated my tongue and the inside of my mouth with a foul liquid as a scorching hot fart that I could only best describe as if it came straight from the devils bowels filled my mouth.

When I surfaced, tears stung under the boxer blindfold. "Ten," I rasped. "Definitely a ten for both”

In comparison, the rest of the guys were almost. Almost. A breeze. 

“Finally, the twelfth.“ Jason said as I finished. "Take a rest, I'm going to announce the winners soon and you'll want to be ready" He said and took his underwear from my head before putting it on himself

I didn't get it, but afetr the end, I stood up and a few of the guys offered me bear that I eagerly drunk as Jason moved on talked to a few guys. After a short while, he moved to the front and gathered everyone's attention.

“Well, perfect, Now it’s only time to reveal the winners!” He addressed the frat.

“Now, there’s only two winners here, from the first category we have Mike with the smelliest ass!” He said as a guy passed to the front, he was a well built jock, although he seems a bit more stoic. “And on the other side with TWO FULL TEN MARKS we have Brandon, with both the tastiest Ass and Farts!”

And as he said that, another man came up front, he was slightly shorter but bulkier in muscle than Mark, and sported a short beard and a unshamely grin.

“Since he won two categories, we also will name him as the Gross King!” He said before placing a paper crown on Brandon’s head, which he received almost gracefully in a joking motion.

“Now, to talk about the prize! I guess you don’t know the traditional price for the GrossOlympics, do you Nick?” Said Jason.

“No, I don’t. It’s some sort of thing or...?”

“Pff, no! It’s actually just you! Each winner gets to use you for a week as their Human Toilet, but don’t feel special, most pledges experience this with one brother or the other as part of their experience” he said. “Only, you will be experiencing it with the two very premium members chosen by yourself!” He said.

“Ah, actually, I’m not that interested in having him for a week” Mike said. “Brandon can have it if he wants”.

“Hell yeah!” Said Brandon “It’s been long since I could train my own little Toilet Pledge”.

Jason shrugged, “very well, then three weeks with Brandon”. 

The entire frat laughed at his misfortune.

“Nooo!” 

“Yeees!” Said brandon

Jason interrupted, “So, would you like to sit on your throne, oh king?” He said humorously.

The guys formed a circle, beers in hand, like this was some sort of entertainment. 

“Of very course, I had a very big meal just in case I won,” responded Brandon. “Toilet Nick, could you please lay down on the floor?” He said as he pushed Nick down. 

"Now, please open up and stick out your tongue so I can position myself," Brandon said 

I dropped down, the concrete felt cold against my back, and I felt heart slamming out of my chest. He turned, pants sagging to his thighs, and squatted slowly over my face, letting me feel the irradiated heat as he gave me a good look at the hairy ass that was to be my oppressor for the next three weeks.

He shifted, aligning himself carefully, until his warm pucker hovered inches above my lips and I could feel some of his ass hairs tickling me. "Now Nick, I’m not gonna be nice about it, but you still should listen to my advice if you want this going as best as it can for both of us. After all, " He paused. “I’m going to want you to place your tongue right below my hole and make a seal around it with my lips, so everything slides down without a problem and as little smell as possible wafts out. Also, I’m going to want you to chew everything, it might make the experience more grimy for you, but you’ll feel better afterwards and that way you’ll avoid chocking”

“Oh right, Hey, Pledge Mike, grab a bucket from the corner, just in case our boy's stomach acts up."Added Jaosn  “If you feel really like you’re gonna throw up, just do it there, no one wants to clean Brandon’s shit off the floor” 

Brandon snickered. And the guy called mike laced a bucket right by my side as he whispered ‘good luck’

“Well, let’s begin! I’m bursting!”

So, I obediently followed Brandon’s instructions as I placed my tongue below the twitching pucker. And Brandon descended fully as he felt me.

"Ahh, that's better," Brandon sighed, bracing his hands on his knees, his weight settling heavier now, crushing my head painfully into the floor. The pressure pinned me firm, cheeks smothering my nose, every breath pulling in more of his scent. A burning silent but deadly blew harshly and burned my tongue, inflating my sealed cheeks with his gas as it made its pathway into my lungs. I tried pushing it out through my nose, but the deadly air from hell was streamed right into my mouth.

His hole pulsed against my lips, and I felt it start, the bulge pressing out, stretching the tight rim of muscle. "Here comes the first," he grunted, not lifting an ounce of his weight. It crushed down harder as he pushed, a big mushy turd sliding slowly from his ass right into my mouth. The texture hit like soft clay, filling me quickly. A warm, dense, and putrid mass sticking to my tongue with a bitter, acrid wave that punched my senses. Garlic and fat and rot, mocking whatever he'd eaten, overwhelming as my body buckled under the load and his bulk.

I gagged immediately, shoulders jerking, but his thighs clamped my head steady. The turd kept coming, mushy enough to break off in a hefty chunk, but the weight above made escape impossible. It coated everything, pungent steam rising in my sealed mouth, my own gut growling in protest.

"Chew it up, remember?," Brandon said, glancing back casually. "Get it almost liquid. It makes swallowing easier" I bit down reluctantly, the flavor exploding worse: tangy decay, like spoiled meat blended with bile. Saliva mixed it to paste, clinging to my teeth and gums, each grind releasing more stench that burned my nostrils. Gags rolled through me, bile teasing my throat, but I worked my jaw, swallowing bits with great difficulty as I gulped down and it settled heavily on my stomach. I felt it took an eternity, eyes streaming, before the chunk was gone, leaving a film that made me retch dry.

I waited a minute before lapping the light to signal I was ready for the next, like he'd implied. He nodded, shifting comfortably. "Alright, here we go." Another push, and the second turd emerged, similar mush but fouler, sliding in as I sealed lips again. The taste hit like a wall—pungent and acrid, garlic and onion and fat and rotten meat, warm like it was straight from his guts. It overwhelmed me, triggering every instinct to reject it, and I started squirming hard, body convulsing under the assault, legs kicking out instinctively against the floor.

"Whoa, easy there," Jason said quickly, spotting the thrash. "Guys, hold his legs" Two brothers jumped in, grabbing my ankles and pinning them down firmly, their grips like vices. At the same time, Brandon reached back, snatching my arms and yanking them up to his sides, using them as braces to steady himself. "I’ll let you throw up once I finish, but I really can’t cut it now," he muttered, the pressure ramping as he bore down harder.

The turd kept coming, bigger this time—particularly thick and mushy, forcing its way deeper into my mouth under his braced push. I rushed the chewing, jaw frantic on the dense paste, flavors exploding sharper with each hurried bite, but the overload hit my gut too fast. Gags turned to full retch, and midway through, I mumbled muffled, "Gonna puke," twisting desperate as bile surged.

Brandon lifted quickly, releasing my arms, and with the brothers still holding my legs, I rolled toward the bucket, heaving the mess out in a torrent of shit and acid splashing foul, stinking twice as bad. The frat bros reacted instant, a mix of groans and laughs rippling through. "Damn, that was rough," one said, clapping slowly. "Hang in there, pledge, you're tough." Another commiserated, "First time's always brutal, man. We've all been there."

Jason knelt by me, smirking but with a hint of concern. "You good? Need some water for hydration?" I nodded weakly, wiping my mouth, throat raw. "Yeah... please." His grin widened. "Got you covered." He unzipped quick, and I understood and decided it couldn’t be any worse as Jason started aiming his stream right at my open mouth as hot, salty piss flooded in, bitter and endless. "Drink up, best way to rinse after that." I gulped it down choking, the warmth settling sour in my gut, the guys chuckling but not mocking too hard.

"You really struggled there, huh," Brandon said with a casual chuckle, glancing down as he waited, the brothers easing off my legs but staying close. "Alright, back at it, I’m almost done now but hold him steady again, guys." They pinned my legs once more, and Brandon grabbed my arms for braces, reseating rougher now. "A warning, I'm kinda rushed now." The next load came faster, mushier spurts unloading straight into my mouth, overfilling if I wasn't quick, the texture looser, spraying bits that clung everywhere. 

The acids burned my tongue, hellish soup of rot and tang, and he didn't wait for signals, just kept going, grunting with relief. "Just gulp it down! I got more coming." I practically forgo chewing, gulping the paste in waves, gagging but holding, as two more hefty mush piles followed, his thighs pinning me through the strain.

By the end, a final liquid squirt pressured out, spraying my cheeks with loose bits and pieces. He pushed empty air a few times, farting soft remnants, then sighed. "Clean me up now." I obeyed probed deep, swabbing at his hole for smears, the faded vile taste lingering as his hole clenched satisfied.

He stood finally, pulling up his pants with a nod, the pressure lifting like a weight off my chest. The frat bros erupted excited, Jason leading the cheers. "Hell yeah, Nick! You nailed your initiation. Welcome to the house, brother!" They clapped me on the back as I sat up shaky, face wrecked and tongue stained.

I complained right away, turning to them and Christian nearby. "That was brutal. Why didn’t you warn me?! It tasted like death, and the weight... man, I thought I'd suffocate." Christian chuckled, pulling me up.

"Could've been worse, little bro. Some pledges have been stuck as a public toilet for the whole frat, or assigned you to Jason himself—or one of the guys who didn't even participate, You think Brandon’s rough? You haven’t even met Brett, the guy is almost a punishment now. Could’ve been worse. Or the Pres, I remember he participated in my own initiation and… Ugh” Christian squirmed as he remembered

“Ha! I do remember you were a little green after servicing this stud” Intervened Jason as he jabbed at Christian “Not that you are a ride in the park either”

Christian looked at Jason with a weird look, but ultimately laughed it off and continued talking to me.

“Plus, after the three weeks, you'll be a full brother, while tons of other pledges gotta run more events— Count your blessings."

“I guess so… but three weeks?”

“Hahaha! Yeah dude, I guess we’re gonna spend a lot of time together now” Said Brandon. “But don’t worry, I have a very good diet, so you only need to adjust to my bathroom schedule”.

They were both nicely dressed for the occasion. Him wearing a nice, well-fitting dress shirt, and her wearing a lovely long dress. All in all, they looked like the other couples present at the restaurant. But there was something very different about their relationship... As they got their menus, he had a quick glance through his before moving it aside and leaning across the table to whisper to her. "Pick something nice for both me and you. You know you'll be having what I'm having later on" A shudder went through her body and she blushed hard as she realized what he was implying. But she dutifully did as he said and picked out a steak tartar for appetizers, followed by a clubsteak for him and just a small salad for her. He smiled at her and approved of her choices. With what she picked, he would be eating well, and they both knew that she would too.

The rest of the dinner passed by just like any date night dinner for any normal couple, save for the smiles he shot her every now and then, serving as a reminder of what he expected of her. She met those smiles with a smile of her own, but was visibly nervous. It wouldn't be the first time for her, though she could never shake the trepidation she felt at these moments. It wasn't fear however, as she could also feel herself growing more and more aroused at the thought of the purpose she was about to serve.

Like the gentleman he was, he paid for the dinner, and as they stood up to leave, he leaned in and whispered to her again. "Hope you don't mind me treating you tonight, toilet" Then he kissed her cheek and grabbed her by the hand. Together, they walked over to the movie theater where they watched a movie that neither of them really paid much attention to. Instead they gently held one another, each of them lost in their own separate thoughts about what he had planned for them.

When they were finally done with their outing and they had been at home, digesting their dinner for a little bit, he called her over and told her to strip naked for him. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her pussy kept on twitching as she knew that she was about to perform her duties as his toilet. He also took off his clothes and stood in naked in front of her, then ordered her to get down on her back. As he then squatted down above her face, he could feel her ragged breathing as she nervously waited for him. "Are you going to be a good toilet for me? Then keep your head in place and take it all. Open your mouth" He instructed and she managed to weakly give him a "yes sir".

But as it all started happening, she quickly began sinking into subspace and took to her role as a toilet, just as she had been trained. His asshole opened up and he began pushing out a hot, nasty load of shit consisting in part of what they had been eating at the restaurant. The beef tartar and the steak completely unrecognized as it was now a bitter, sticky brown paste that made her groan as it made contact with her tongue. "Good girl, keep your mouth open. Don't spit it out. Just keep it there until I tell you what to do with it" He told her as more of it slid out of his asshole. It filled up her mouth, then a second log of his waste slapped down onto her nose and forehead, ruining her makeup in the process. "Good toilet, now stay like that" He said after he'd finished. Then he grabbed a handful of her hair and shamelessly started wiping his ass with it, staining it with his filth just like he had just stained her face. Once satisfied, he let her hair fall down against her head, clumped together and stained brown.

Throughout all of this, she had dutifully kept her mouth open as she breathed the pungent scent of his waste through her nose. "What a nasty little shitwhore you are, you're so fucking wet from being my shit-receptacle!" He exclaimed as he walked over and ran his finger across her slit. She could only moan around his shit in response. He spread her legs and began gently rubbing her clit, causing her to moan even more. As sordid and vile this whole thing was, she couldn't help but be turned on beyond belief. She was a hair's width away from cumming the second he slid his cock inside of her.

"Eat it, toilet. Show me what a nasty fucking shitwhore you are" He told her and looked straight into her eyes as he began fucking her. She obeyed readily, seemingly on autopilot, and began chewing the vile muck in her mouth. Though despite how revolting it was and how her tastebuds were screaming, she kept her own stomach at bay and managed to swallow a first chunk without gagging. In fact, as she swallowed, she couldn't hold back, and began convulsing in a heavy, needy orgasm. "You were fucking born for this, toilet. Only a true shit-addicted toilet slut would cum from eating shit" He taunted her as he thrust into her. Tears formed in her eyes as he looked at him. She couldn't tell if it was from shame, disgust or pure pleasure. Maybe it was from a combination of all these intense emotions washing over her in this very moment.