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Loosr HQ Loosr had really taken off, and Carol Jones was making bank. Carol had made millions off the app already, but all of her hard work was finally going to pay off when they installed the new office furniture. "Make sure you're here at 6 am when the furniture arrives, Sarah," Carol was talking to her marketing manager, "I want to make sure they're all here." "Every chair will be accounted for, Miss Jones," Sarah was excited too, she wanted a new chair! The night was a sleepless one for Carol, because even though her app was all about female domination over men that even qualified themselves as losers, Carol herself had never once used a man as a slave. She decided to get up and look at herself in the mirror. Carol stared in awe that she was 25, the CEO of a huge app that had made millions and how she was featured in every business magazine from Forbes to Crains. She stood fanning out her long, silky red hair, letting it fall down her toned back. Her ass cheeks were monstrous, and she gave them a little lift. A few more weeks of squats would have it too big. She didn't care. Everywhere around the office of now 25 people, there were signs like, "Remember: men are slaves" and just the word "Women" above the word "men". It was trendy with exposed brick, beanbags and video games. It was exactly like every other start up, except for one thing: Carol was about to change that... 5:30 am rolled around and it was about 2.5 hours before any of her female employees would show up. Slowly, one by one, the new workers at Loosr showed up. Each one looked pathetic in their own way. Some were far too muscular, compensating for their low self worth. Some were measly and weak, exactly the image of their self worth. Carol was looking for one person in particular, though. By now you know, these are the chairs. These are the new furniture that the ladies will use at the office. Each one will have a difficult time breathing under the asses of developers and saleswomen and marketing professionals. There's even going to be one that gets to serve as Carol's chair, but that's not what she was looking for. She wanted to find the 6 most pathetic slaves possible, and shouted at them to stop where they stood as the others walked by. "you. Stop," She yelled with a point, "One." And so two through six heard the same. "Follow me, slaves." They did as they were told, watching her shapely ass rise and fall. "Two through five. In here," she opened a door and it had two traditional toilets with toilet paper, but then in two empty stalls... Carol smiled, "If you haven't figured it out, pair up. One of you is the toilet, the other the toilet paper. Drink piss and eat shit when they choose you over the porcelain." One of them shivered, "But... I thought we'd be seats?" "you'll be a seat, all right. A toilet seat. Whoever pairs with this one, you get to be the toilet paper on day one. He has to eat shit. I'm telling Veronica to make sure she grabs one of her fiber bars on the way in. Bitch is the reason we got rid of that third stall. She's so fucking fat that she broke the toilet. That's your problem now, loser." With that, she walked out of the bathroom and saw a line. "Have at it, gals!" There were murmurs and cheers, one of the interns said, "I can't believe I'm going to make someone eat my shit! All the other software interns think having a bean bag is cool?! Well I've got a human toilet!" Veronica, the fat woman, was standing at the end of the line. "You all don't mind if we let in Veronica first, do you?" "Aw come on! I don't want her killing them before I take a shit!" "Sorry Veronica," Carol said with a smile, holding the leashes of the new office 'perk' in her hand, "You'll have to wait." "Nah," she said with a smile, "I might just go use my chair." They all laughed and seemed grossed out. Carol chuckled and took the other two slaves into her office. "So there's no confusion, you two are the executive bathroom. My personal toilet and toilet paper." They looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh... Wait... You think," She cackled a laugh, "I'm not just using you at the office! No no no... You're my toilet now. Forever." One of them began to protest, but they only got out an "I". Carol slapped him incredibly hard and he was sent tumbling to the ground. Carol straddled him, pointing down at his face with a stern finger. "LISTEN! I was having a hard time selecting which would be my toilet and which would be my paper, but you just made my decision. You're the toilet," the terror in his eyes gave her a feeling of ecstasy, "That's right, yes. You're going to eat my shit whenever I have to go. And I shit four times a day." Her stomach made a very audible rumble and Carol's new toilet's face went into a worried expression as he turned his attention to her belly. "That's right. It's time to get you your first meal." She kicked him in the face and he reluctantly followed behind, Carol's new bidet urging him on. Her office was huge with a modern look. A glass conference table with a matching desk, tall windows to see out into the vast expanse of the California valleys, and large computers with user metrics and sales numbers. They walked past all of it into what seemed a rather plain room compared the modern sophistication of the rest of the office. The door shut and they both saw the weird little boxes. It was clear they would get into them, one laying and one kneeling. They did not protest. Quickly, the toilet was in place, looking upward at the cream colored ceiling. The hum of fluorescent light seemed to rattle and echo in her toilet bowl, the area surrounding his head. It didn't last long as Carol unceremoniously saShe st above him, her fat butt cheeks spreading and exposing her asshole to him very clearly. She really was beautiful, objectively. And the fart that just entered his world was loud and stinky, objectively. PLURRRRPPPPLLLLPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLPPPPPPP She chuckled and then started touching herself. "Don't think my laughter means that I think of you as human and that this is all funny. I very much think of you as a toilet. Imagine, every time I have disgusting diarrhea or clumpy, lumpy shits. You're going to consume that. Every foul, disgusting shit I let drop out of my ass, it's not dropping harmlessly away from you into some porcelein bowl that can't taste or smell or feel. No. My shit is going to very realistically fall right into your open mouth. You're going to taste and smell and feel my shit with your tongue and nose and face." She shuddered with an orgasm. It was fast. Another fart, this one more, spicy? It was hotter. Definitely warmer in temperature. HRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPLLLLLURRRT That was the beginning of her shit, right at the end of that fart. It was an incredibly small amount of poop, but a tiny little turd popped out of her asshole and landed right on his tongue. "Did I just," Carol turned around to see her gift in his mouth, "I did! Oh my god... It's all real now. You're REALLY my toilet!" She repositioned and let it fly. Each turd was small, like a malt ball. It didn't taste like a malt ball, though. It felt slimy and tasted earthy, disgusting. It smelled worse than any turd he'd been around before, but that's probably because no turd had ever been his mouth before. BURRR A fart erupted in the middle of her dump, his mouth filling quickly with little turds. She sat for a moment and laughed as her new toilet chewed and tasted every turd. "Here's something special..." The sound of her anus expanding was like music to her ears and signaled the fart fueled burst of small turds that began to pile past the toilet's mouth and covered his entire face in her shit. SCRRR FLURRTTT FLURRRRRRRR SCRRRR PLURRRP PLAAAAAA Just that sound of her stretching asshole made her thrilled and happy, but what was better was the toilet below her, getting her entire dump on him. She stood to look at her handy... No, her assy work. She snapped and the other slave didn't move. SMACK! "When I snap, you like. Clear?" The slave's eyes were wide with fear. And why shouldn't they be? She owned him, NO! it. She owned it, after all. The toilet paper slave lapped at Her asshole and it was time for the board meeting. "Just so you all understand," she was firm, "This is permanent. I no longer shit in porcelain. Are we all clear here? Nod." She smiled as her toilet paper affirmed his position, but she cackled all the way out of the room when she looked down at her new toilet and saw him nodding and struggling to eat all of her feces. Loosr was going to pay off, one slavery at a time. |
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