My Cruel Fate
by waytoextreme

Part 1: One sunny day

It was one of the first warm New England spring days after a typical bitter winter. The college, where I worked, was once again coming out of its winter shell. It was exam week and the campus was filled anxious college chicks squeezed into their skimpy summer clothes. The views were spectacular.

James, a coworker, and I were heading out for our first smoke of the day. It was on this fateful morning I met her... the woman this story is about... the woman that delivered me a fate more cruel than anything you could ever imagine. My eyes were ensnared immediately by her beauty as she approached with a deceivingly innocent goofy grin spread across her tan freckled face.

"Do you have a light?"

She looked up at us behind an oversized pair of sunglasses as she pinched a cig from her purse. Her blond hair whisked in the spring breeze revealing her very attractive face. She was wearing an orange loose summery skirt that blew against the sides of her legs showing off her perfect figure. Her tight but tasteful white tank top pressed against her perfect proportions.

At about 5 foot 3, she was a bit short for my usual tastes, but she was undeniably cute. There was a confidence and grace that radiated from her small frame that was unusual and charmed me immediately. James gave her a light.

I can't remember what we talked about. It's all a blur now. There were several occasions where she clearly gave me an "I'm interested" smile. She was late to her exam and sounded sorry to have to leave when she excused herself and put her cigarette out - I was sorry too.

"Hey!" I shouted as she scooted away.

"If you ever… need another light …We're right up there." I pointed to my office annoyed at myself for not thinking of something a bit more witty.

She smiled at me, nodded, and took off.

I stared at her ass as she walked away and let out a sigh. James was grinning at me. "Holy shit she's !" He said.

"Fuck 'em and chuck 'em." I replied.

We laughed and hiked back up to our offices.

James was single and looking. I was married and looking. I thought it was clear though who this young chick was interested in out of the two of us and it wasn't him, and to my delight, my suspicions were confirmed later that day when I was greeted again by that cute smile peaking through my office door.

"I just wanted to give you this."

She continued to smile shyly at me as I unfolded the piece of paper with a number written on it next to the word "Jessica."

"Wow... Ummm... thank you."

I was a little flustered because I had just been on the phone with my wife, Ashley. She always calls me at work.

Jessica giggled and asked if I'd be interested in "getting together" sometime - emphasizing the words, seemingly implying sexual connotations. I caught her eyes glare momentarily at my wedding ring. Some chicks love married men.

"Anytime!" I said smiling back.

She told me that she'd be out of town visiting her folks for a few weeks, but to give her a call in about a month. I told her to count on it, and she departed… I peaked at that cute butt of hers one last time as she turned to leave.

"Lucky fucker." James muttered apparently having eavesdropped.

What neither of us knew at the time was that this chick was not at all what she seemed.

Part 2: Motel 7

So, a month and a half went by. I won't bore you with what happened between then and the next time we met. To sum it up, I walked around with a hard on for a month until finely giving Jessica that call. I waited an extra couple weeks so I didn't seem too desperate.

Jessica surprised me again at how forward she was on the phone. She wanted to know the soonest possible date we could get together and expressed how concerned she was about whether or not I was going to call her back. I played right into her hand explaining that I'd take a sick day tomorrow if she was interested. She was. Not only that, but she even insisted on booking a hotel room herself.

"It's better I pay." She said.

"that way you your wife won't see the bill… I'll see you at the Motel 7 at 8:30am - don't be late!"

In retrospect, I should have been a little paranoid. Nobody is ever that lucky.

That next morning I arrived at the motel at 8:30am - she opened the door to let me in wearing a red mini-skirt that stretched tightly around her tan legs. Her breasts poked against the chest of her tight white t-shirt. Holy shit she looked good… She grabbed my hand smiling and pulled me inside.

The room however, I couldn't say much for: Motel 7 was known as the cheapest and least accommodating place to stay in the area… This was my first time experiencing one of the rooms, and it was just as unimpressive as its exterior. I guess you can't expect much with a name like "Motel 7." Worse than the way it looked however was the way it smelt - it reeked in this room! It smelt like the toilet had backed up weeks ago and nobody bothered to fix it…

Noticing me scrunch up my face at the smell she returned the gesture.

"Yeah, smells nasty in here huh? I talked to the manager about it. I guess there was a sewage issue next door and that the cleaning crew left the windows open. He just closed the windows a couple minutes ago and it seems to be getting better now. If it doesn't go away in a little bit let's ask for another room." She said with the face of a seasoned poker player.

A fold out couch took up most of the room. There was a chair, small table, a lamp, dusty TV, and a small bathroom… that was it. I could care less about the lack of amenities at the moment though. On the table was an ash trey and a couple of drinks already freshly prepared. Bloody Marries I figured noticing the cheap vodka bottle resting on the floor.

"A little early for drinks don’t you think?" I asked smiling at her… a bit awkwardly. I wasn't used to a woman being so forward!

"Well, then maybe it's for other things too!" She said winking at me.

Holy shit!! I'll have this chick tapped before noon! I thought to myself… This chick wants it bad, and I'm going to give it to her. I imagined what Jessica would look like bent over the arm of the couch with her skirt ripped off; my hands gripping her head by a length of her soft blond hair as I thrust myself into her again… and again. I felt a hard on press against my jeans.

I followed her over to the couch noticing a black suitcase next to the closet… that's a little strange. Was she staying here longer than a day I wondered?

"That one is yours." She pointed to the one on the left.

That's all it took. She baited her trap perfectly, and I fell right into it. Eager to take the edge off, I gulped my drink down. I don't remember losing consciousness.

Part 3: Rude awakening

I woke up coughing. Those first few moments felt incredibly surreal. All my senses were dull. When I opened my eyes, they took so long to adjust that at first I thought I might be blind. What's happening to me? Am I dreaming? My head was foggy and confused.

The first thing I recall finely seeing was Jessica's tan legs. She was squatting next to me. My face was wet from the water she had splashed on my face. Did I pass out? I lifted my head, but it felt like 50 pounds, and dropped it back down onto the cheap industrial carpet. I recognized this carpet… I was still in the Motel 7.

"Hi there." She was sitting right next to me, but her voice sounded like it was coming from far away.

Something had been jammed into my mouth, and it was part way down my throat. Whatever it was had wicked away the moisture and it felt incredibly dry. My lips were taped shut.

What the hell is going on?!?

I attempted to sit up but my restrained hands and feet prevented me from getting very far. Were we in the middle of some kinky game? I wondered, noticing that all my clothes had been removed...

"Don't even bother trying." Jessica said to me as I tested my restraints.

"Houdini couldn't get out of that."

My hands were ducktaped into sweaty fists. My arms were crossed and bound to my chest like a corpse. She must have used an entire roll of tape to wrap them tightly to my chest. My shins were crossed and bound tightly together and even more tape was used on my thighs. I imagined how much it would hurt to rip all this tape off. If this was a prank, someone's head is going to fucking roll!

"This probably isn't exactly how you planned it, huh?" Jessica giggled.

I was lying in front of the couch. A bucket sat a foot away from my head - I guessed this was what she used to throw water on me. Behind Jessica I could see a pile of my clothes wadded in the corner next to the TV. A smiley face was sketched crudely in the thick layer of dust on the screen.

Jessica stood up and walked out of my field of view. I listened as she opened a fresh pack of smokes and slapped it against her hand packing it in. She seemed completely nonchalant.

"I can't stand little fuckers like you." She said.

"You don't even have the slightest tinge of guilt about cheating on your wife do you?"

Shit. I'm so busted. This chick is going to go to my wife!

She was shuffling around in the background. It sounded like she was dragging something… the suitcase.

"Well, now..." She dropped the suitcase and squat down next to me. A warm cloud of smoke blew into my face.

"... you'll FINELY get exactly what you deserve."

Part 4: What the Fuck?!

Despite how drugged and anxious I felt, I was still excited enough to feel a hard on beginning to press its way into the scratchy carpet under me. Who wouldn't? This chick was hot. She had me tied up in a motel room, and now she was threatening to have her way with me… A part of me wanted to say "Bring it on!!"

I could never have imagined how twisted Jessica's intentions for me were.

The only thought that worried me at this point was Ashley. She is a sweet girl... She'd be devastated. I had no idea what she would do. As far as I was concerned, what she didn't know wouldn’t fucking hurt her. If this bitch snitches on me, it would be HER hurting my wife, not me.

I felt her cold fingers on my head and she grasped me by a clump of hair and force me to my knees. I grunted in pain as strands were plucked from my scalp. "Fuck!" I mumbled balancing there in front of her… completely exposed. I noticed the ash trey behind her now had four butts sticking out of it... how long was I passed out?!

She stood over me. I felt embarrassed as I caught her glance down at my hard on, which was sticking straight out front of me.

Jessica bent down.

"You came here to get fucked right?"

"You wanted to get some ass today didn't you?"

I figured honesty was my best move in the tight spot she had me in. I nodded my head yes.

"Good." She turned around touched my lips with her index finger.

"Then you've got nothing to worry about. You'll be getting exactly what you came for."

She was playing with me... Feeding my obvious excitement knowing that it would soon be replaced completely with terror.

"That suitcase there..." She paused for a couple seconds and gave me a strange grin.

"Can you guess what's in it?"

I shook my head. Sex toys, I hoped.

She unzipped the suitcase and slowly lifted the top in front of me while I balanced there in my restraints staring anxiously at what she was revealing. There were no sex toys in this suitcase. Four large square Tupperware containers were sitting in front of me. I looked at Jessica again, puzzled… she was grinning. The ashes of her cig had burned down to her fingers now.

She reached down towards one of the large square containers and slowly peeled one of the lids off while watching intently at my reaction. And then it hit me. The stench that seeped out of that rotten container knocked me of balance. I fell to the floor gagging. What the FUCK was that?!

That's about when I began to lose my hard on. Whatever excitement I had a moment ago vanished the instant that rancid smell assaulted my nose. This has to be a sick fucking joke!

Jessica reached down and yanked me up to my knees again. I grunted from the sting as she ripped the ducktape away from my lips. The rag in my mouth stubbornly stuck to the sides of my dry mouth as I tried to push it out with my tongue. It fell to the floor… my eyes widened as I watched it fall. It was COVERED in stains and dead ants. Dead fucking ants! It smelt like rotten garbage. I gagged again as I discovered more dead ants in my teeth and between my gums. WTF?!? Warm saliva raised into my mouth as waves of nausea began to come over me. I braced myself to lunge for the bucket if necessary.

I was finely getting scared.

"Please Jessica, don't do this. Whatever you are planning to do. Please don't go any further." I gasped. "It's NOT too late to stop. I promise I won't do ANYTHING if you just please let me go… "

Ignoring me completely Jessica squatted in front of me… glaring at me.

"I asked you a question: Can you guess NOW what's in the bag?" She said with a strange smile.

I looked down at the open Tupperware in front of me again. She had dropped her cigarette stub into the sludge and it lay there on top of it. The stench of its contents was overwhelming. It was clear from the smell exactly what it was.

"Shit? Oh my god, is that shit?!?"

Jessica's smile widened… and I lost it. I lunged for the bucket and watched my breakfast pour out into it.

She made the sound of a buzzer signifying a wrong answer in a game show: "EEEERRRR... close, but not entirely correct." She said in a matter of fact tone unaffected by how sick I was. She brought her lips to my ear.

"It's MY shit." She said.

"That's 4 and a half weeks worth of MY shit. It's 27.3 POUNDS of it to be exact... It's every shit I've taken since I met you over a month ago."

Warm saliva returned to my mouth, and I dry heaved again over the bucket… my stomach was empty now as I shook my head in confusion and disgust. It was hard for me to even imagine. Jessica, this hot chick with the most innocent freckled smile I've ever seen in my life, has been collecting and storing her own poop? In TUPPERWARE? 27.3 pounds of it?!? I muttered the only words that came to my mind.

"What the fuck!?"

Part 5: Lidocaine

Somewhere in the room my phone began to ring. My wife… Jesus, as if this couldn't get any fucking worse! Jessica stood up and rushed over to my pants which she had wadded up next to the TV stand. She dangled them upside down emptying the pockets onto the floor… My cell fell out. She picked it up and squatted down next to me with the phone showing me the large LCD: "Ashley" along with my home phone number was displayed. Fuck.

"You're wife I presume?"

"I'm sure she'd be thrilled to know what you're up to today... Does she think you are at work?"

"Please… PLEASE, don't tell my wife." I begged.

Jessica laughed at me. "You'll be dealing with your wife about this later." She promised.

"That's to look forward to. For now, let's focus on the task at hand... YOUR task at hand." She said gesturing toward the open container with my phone.

I gagged as I looked again. There was mold. Fuzzy white patches of mold grew all over the fucking surface. Under the mold was a layer of transparent clear liquid (Jessica's ass juice) that had separated from the dark mass of feces. The sludge no longer had any form of its own - it had taken the shape of the Tupperware container. Clearly this had been sitting for a while.

She opened the phone's slide out keyboard, smiling at me while she slowly dipped it into her moldy shit. I cringed, shaking my head as she began to stir - mixing the separated layer of fluid back into the sludge below. The white patches of mold disappeared into the filth. A Strand of rotten toilet paper wrapped around my phone's ear-piece as she continued to stir in circular motions. The contents was so thick that I could see my phone bend from the pressure it took to stir.

The stench attacked me in waves and my eyes filled with tears again as I felt another rush of nausea…

But what the hell was she going to do to me with over 27 pounds of her own shit?!? All I could think to do was once again beg her to stop now before this went any further... But my words again fell on deaf ears.

Jessica unzipped a side compartment of the suitcase and pulled something out. It was a chemical of some sort. The bottle read "Xylocaine." I had no idea what that was. She grabbed my hair forcing my head backwards again.

"… Open." she demanded.

What the hell was she about to spray in my mouth?! I cringed imagining some sort of acid eating away the inside of my mouth, but to my relief it was actually quite pleasant. When Jessica squeezed the bottle, a cool minty mist coated my mouth and the back of my throat. She squeezed it several times.

"What was that?" I asked nervously as she let go of my head and put the cap back on the bottle.

"It's for your gag reflex - a drug called 'lidocaine.'" Her smile widened.

"It'll prevent you from getting sick again."

My mouth began to tingle.

Jessica jammed the solution back into the suitcase and reached for my phone - still propped straight up out of the thick sludge where she had stuck it. She scooped up some of it with the phone's keyboard like a spoon and lifted it up to my face… She held it right under my nose. The smell was more putrid than anything I've ever smelt. It was like walking into an old neglected porta-potty and magnifying that aroma a 1000 times. It was clear now why this bitch had plugs jammed into her nose.

I felt its cold gritty texture touch the tip of my nose.

"You ever hear the expression 'you are what you eat?'" She asked smiling down at me as she playfully began to rub the shit on my cell phone over my lips, smearing my mouth with her filth!

I protested as loudly as I could with my lips pressed together trying desperately to block the sludge from getting into my mouth as Jessica revealed her twisted plan.

"You go home to your WIFE every night. She makes you DINNER. She LOVES you. She's FAITHFUL to you. And THIS is how you repay her?!?" She scraped the cell phone against my face, raking the clump of feces off of it and smearing it across my face. Her mouth continued to snarl at me as she spat out her words.

"What was your plan anyways?" she asked.

"Were you just going to go home to your wife and pretend that you had been working all day? Would you just eat the dinner she prepared for you… while you were out FUCKING ANOTHER WOMAN?!? Is that what you were going to do?"

"Well, today you get to eat a special dinner that 'I' prepared for you."

I felt Jessica's soft blond hair wisk the side of my face as she leaned in close to whisper into my ear.

"Today..." She whispered. "I'm going to make you lick each of these containers clean."

The words were suspended there in my head. I refused to let them sink in. She couldn't possibly expect it to even be humanly possible to consume this filth?!?

"No FUCKING way." I said. "You actually expect me to EAT this??? No fucking way. No FUCKING way."

As far as I was concerned at the time, I didn't care what the fuck she did to me… I wasn't going to put a drop of that nastiness in my mouth.

"No?" Jessica asked.

"Actually, 'YES' you will... and soon... you will BEG me to eat it. I promise."

Part 6: Ash Trey

Jessica let go of my head and I tried once again desperately to talk sense to her. I told her that I had learned my lesson and there's no sense in continuing. I asked her if this was worth going to jail over… I found myself mumbling my words - the effects of the drug she gave me had made my tongue completely numb…

"Let's take one step at a time." Jessica interrupted… giggling at the trouble I was having speaking.

"Trust me, you'll be MUCH better off once you get a few things straight."

"First. You're best believing me when I tell you something's going to happen… no matter how fucked up it sounds."

She plucked another cigarette from her pack, lit it, and took a long drag.

"Unlike you, I NEVER lie." She blew it out slowly and watched the smoke linger there in front of her in the stagnant air.

"Second. You just told me 'No.'" She said.

"'No' is no longer is your vocabulary. 'No' is disrespectful and makes me angry. Whenever you say it to me, I will punish you."

"Third. You are delusional to think you deserve any better than this." she gestured toward the moldy shit filled container in front of me.

"Today... You are going to realize how fucking pathetic you are."

She leaned in close to my ear once again.

"Do you want to know what's even more PATHETIC than a cheating husband full of shit like yourself?" She asked.

I was staring at her shaking my head and hoping to god this was all a sick joke.

"A cheating husband full of shit… that's incontinent." She said smiling.

"I mean, is there anything less sexy than a grown man in a diaper? I don't fucking think so." She said curling her lip in disgust.

I plead with her again to stop before going any further… but it was useless.

Jessica picked up the nasty rag on the floor. There was dead ants scattered around it that had fallen off… she carefully pinched them into the rag and jammed it into my mouth. She yanked a fresh stretch of ducktape and pressed it against my lips.

"Oh, in case you're wondering..." Jessica said pointing at my mouth.

"I fished that out of a trash can in the alley behind this motel." She said smiling.

"I'm guessing some filthy homeless man used it to jerk off... or maybe wipe his ass. What do you think? Does it taste like ass?" I frowned in disgust.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to answer that for me later no problem -- soon you'll be a real ass tasting conosur!" Jessica giggled pointing down at her moldy shit.

She grabbed a clump of my hair and pulled me over to the container. She forced my head down so that my face was hovering right over it. I moaned as the putrid vapors entered my nose. It was the 1000 times worse than anything you could possible imagine... and yet, I couldn't gag. I couldn't even feel my throat anymore.

"Stay JUST like that." Jessica ordered.

She swung her leg around me so that I was bent down under her staring into the container... she hovered over my exposed backside. Her bare tan legs brushed against me as she positioned herself. Lifting up her skirt a bit with her hands, she lowered herself down. I could feel the warmth of Jessica's perfect ass pressing down against my ducktaped back. The weight forced my face even closer to the sludge making its putrid vapors that much more intense.

Incontinent? What the fuck did she mean by that? She can't mean literally... Could she? What the FUCK was she about to do to me? I knew something very bad was about to happen, but I was completely stuck -- pinned between her weight and a container of her moldy shit.

Jessica enjoyed one long final drag from her cigarette watching the glowing end expand to a maximum size. She pulled it from her lips...

My head shot up in alarm. I screamed into the rag as she pressed her lit cigarette against the sensitive skin around my ass hole (my sphincter). She dabbed her cigarette into it just as you would an ash tray and then shoved the half-lit remains up into my butt!

I howled into the rag as I hyperventilated through my nose above the awful sludge completely forgetting about its stench… I was focusing instead on more disturbing and unfamiliar smell that instantly filled the room: My own skin burning. I squirmed in my restraints under Jessica's weight, her muscular thighs squeezed me in place.

The weight of her ass shifted closer to my head… It was too much for me to hold up in this position, and my face dunked into the sludge. FUCK!

She began to bounce. The psycho bitch was fucking my back! With each thrust, my head bobbed down into her shit. I could hear the faint sound of her fingers rubbing against the fabric of her panties as she enjoyed herself.

"How does it feel to be my ASH TREY?" Jessica moaned.

She was amused by the cigarette that was still sticking there out of my butt. It was held in place by a painful ring of sticky blisters that were quickly filling with fluid from the destroyed skin cells. It was like a mini volcano that grew around the edges of the cigarette until it was no longer visible… I had never felt pain like that before in my life.

"You wanted it baby. This is what you've been waiting for. Now, I'm going to FUCK you." Jessica declared.

Without giving me a chance to react, I felt the blisters burst open… Jessica was pressing something cold and sharp into my blistered ass! It felt like a fucking sword was being jammed into my ass hole! I screamed as loudly as I could. Jessica shifted the weight of her ass backwards, pushed my face back into the sludge as she continued… she was rubbing my god-damn cell phone against my scalded sphincter… She was trying to push the thing right up my ass!

Jessica let out a grunt as she put all of her muscle into it recklessly jamming the fucking thing into me… there was a horrible ripping sensation. A stream of warmth poured down my leg as the palm of her hand hit my destroyed ass plunging my cell phone into me. The pain was too much. I passed out.

Part 7: The Pink Diaper

When I woke up, it felt as if my rectum was still on fire. I was on the floor again. Drool had pooled into a puddle next to my lips on the rug… I rolled over and looked down cringing from the stabbing pains coming from deep within me… I couldn't see my backside; which was good -- if I had seen what she had done to me I would have surely passed out again.

Then I heard her voice.

"I can't WAIT to see your face the next time you shit!" Jessica giggled.

I looked up at her with a hateful stair.

"What did you do to me?!" I sobbed. I knew exactly what had happened, but I couldn't believe it despite the unbearable pain.

Jessica giggled excitedly over to the hotel's phone and picked it up… she was calling someone.

Deep within me I felt it. My cell was vibrating… I moaned as I felt the disturbing feeling of the sides of my ass flap loosely together. It hung open like a huge yawning mouth drooling a stream of dark thick liquid.

"Hello? Ah perfect, just the ASS HOLE I was trying to reach!"

Jessica joked into the phone as it rang deep inside of me.

She reached into the suitcase, yanked something out, and walked back over to me.

"Guess what you're going to have to wear now?"

In her hand was a diaper. It was pink with decorated in white hearts... She was rocking it back and forth in her fingers mockingly.

"Imagine how much fun it'll be picking up hotties wearing one of THESE!"

She was grinning at me excitedly.

"Roll over."

I twisted myself onto my stomach wincing at the pain in my ass.

Jessica knelt down next to me.

"You missed quite a show."

She gently stroking my backside with her fingers.

"I was inside of you. Right up to my elbow... twisting... ripping... stretching."

I moaned in agony as she used her fingers to pull on my ass cheek. It peeled open. The stagnant, thick, smoky air of the room stung the insides of my destroyed ass as it entered its gaping hole. She let go and it flopped loosely back together.

"Yep, it's safe to say that the days of controlling your own bowel movements are LONG gone."

Tears of hate and humiliation were streaming down my cheeks as I felt Jessica's hand slide the diaper under me. I could hear the waterproof shell crinkle as she folded it between my legs and shut the tabs.

"Now... why don't you turn over and take a look at your new incontinent self." Jessica demanded.

I buried my face into the carpet... tears of humiliation and hatred streamed down my cheeks.

"I said... TURN OVER!" Jessica's finger's grabbed onto my balls and twisted. I howled in agony and flipping my body over to display my sobbing shit covered face to my tormentor. The poofy pink diaper was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever seen. Me - a grown man condemned to wear a diaper for the rest of my fucking life... I never felt more degraded.

I sobbed even harder.

"Perfect!" Jessica said giggling. "That's right... CRY! That's fucking PERFECT. Just when I thought you couldn't get any more fucking pathetic, you prove me wrong!" Jessica laughed.

"Do you think your wife will want to take you back now? Hell no. No woman will ever want you again. What a fucking loser..."

Part 8: Beg me for it

Jessica knelt down and yanked the ducktape from my mouth, and I once again pushed the rotten rag onto the floor. tried to spit all the ants out, but the lidocaine she had sprayed into my mouth made it impossible to find them... My entire mouth was numb.

"You won't ever use the word 'No' with me again now will you? Jessica stared down at me waiting for my response. "Because I'd love to continue fucking you up."

I shook my head "No."

"So, you are telling me that you are finely ready to eat my shit right?" Jessica asked.

I was dealing with a full-fledged fucking sadist. If I didn't say yes, she would certainly fuck me up even worse… Tears of pain and self pity rolled down my cheeks as I stared up at her clearly waiting for my answer.

"Yes." I said meekly.

"Ready to do what?" Jessica pressed, delighted to see how conflicted I was to actually say it out loud.

"I'm ready… to eat your shit."

I couldn't believe I was hearing those words come from my mouth. I just told this psycho chick that I was going to EAT her SHIT! At least… I'll be able to throw it up after the effects of the fucking Xylocaine spray, I thought… My ass, on the other hand… I didn't even want to think about that.

Jessica stared down at me. "I'm not convinced." She picked up the rotten container carefully and placed it in front of my feet. I could barely see it over my ridiculous poofy diaper.

"Beg me for it."

Jessica pinched open the elastic leg hole of my diaper and snapped it back so that my left testicle hung out. She stood up with a big smile and gently stepped her bare foot onto my exposed testicle pinning it to the floor with her fuschia polished toes. "... and you better be convincing." She demanded as she pressed.

I winced in pain as her toes pushed my testicle into the scratchy carpet. "Please." I was trying to be as convincing as I could... "Jessica please, may I eat..." I hesitated... "May I please eat your shit?" Tears streamed down my face and I continued to violently sob waiting for her answer. "Please?" I sobbed and pleaded with her with my eyes to stop.

She shook her head clearly not satisfied with my performance. Her toes curled and pressed my testicle into the carpet even harder. The pain shot up through me like a dagger. Whatever sense of self respect or pride I had left vanished. My mind went blank and I began to give her exactly what I knew she wanted...

"Please, Jessica! I am worthless! I am a worthless... cheating... incontinent... PATHETIC... piece of shit! Please Jessica, I'm begging you... for the privilege of eating it... All of it. I promise I will savor every bite!" I couldn't believe my ears.

Jessica stepped off of me and began to laugh.

"Fine." She giggled. "But you better savor it just like you said you would." She gestured toward the container with her palm. "It's ALL yours..."

Part 9: The Meal

My big pink diaper crinkled as I wiggled to my knees and positioned myself over the container.

Tears were still dripping down my cheeks as I looked down into it. The mold on top was partially mixed in now, but there were still fuzzy patches around the sides of the container that weren't stirred in. I closed my eyes and slowly lowered my face into Jessica's moldy shit. The lidocaine, thank god, prevented me from tasting anything as Jessica's filth seeped into my mouth... like mud through a sewage gutter.

No! "Pudding," I tried to trick myself into thinking. It's just a giant bowl of chocolate fucking god damn PUDDING. I tried hard not to breath through my nose as I took that first swallow. I felt the cool filth it ooze into my empty gut.

"Eat it ALL."

I felt her shit drip from my chin as I turned up to look at her. She was was pointing down at the cigarette butt that still sat on top of the sludge smiling. She walked over to the table, picked up the ash trey, and dumped it into the Container. Seven more butts and ashes fell from the trey into the container.

Jessica placed the trey back on the table, picked another cigarette from her purse, and sat on the couch.

Out of the corner of my eyes, teary from the putrid vapors of my meal, I could see her. She leaned back. Her legs were open; her skirt pulled up just enough; and her left hand slid under her panties. I could hear how wet she was as she rubbed.

"Eat EVERYTHING!"

She was fucking moaning!

And so I did. I ate... as she sat there pleasuring herself watching me. I tried desperately to trigger my gag reflex, but it was useless. My mouth and throat were completely numb. My body felt sick, but I couldn't throw up.

At about 2 hours into the first container Jessica got up and yanked it away. A stretch of toilet paper clung stuburnly to my cheek as I lifted my head. I watched her as she lifted her skirt. She pulled her panties down to her knees and smiled at me squatting over it... right in front of me! My eyes fixated on a small dark mole between the light brown stubble of her bush and the crease of her leg… the only imperfection on Jessica's entire body that I had seen.

A stream of her urine sliced a deep canyon the thick sludge.

"Thirsty?"

She slid the container back in front of me, wiped herself, and returned the soiled toilet paper into the container. It was now a quarter inch higher. The strip of paper fell on top of it like some sort of a twisted garnish. Tears of humiliation and self pity rolled down my face as I sipped the warm layer of shitty urine from the top like an overfilled bowl of soup… and watched the canyon of moldy shit formed by Jessica's stream of piss slowly cave into itself.

It went on like this. Sometimes, when I burped, I could feel her shit -- now warm from my stomach -- begin to slide back up my throat. It would take me a couple of uncomfortable swallows to get it back down. Jessica was indeed filling me. I wasn't even close to finished yet and I was already feeling pressure in my belly. It was clear that the task of eating all of it would be impossible. I wasn't even done the first of 4 containers and I could feel myself reaching physical capacity.

The bucket was now my toilet. I would periodically kneel over my puke bucket and urinate into it as Jessica watched. The mixture of my vomit and piss from the bucket, stationed right next to my head, made the aroma that much more intolerable.

It probably took me about 4 hours to get through that first container. It felt like days. I wanted to die. My eyes filled with hate as I watched Jessica gleefully open up the second container and stick it under my nose. I couldn't take anymore.

I had eaten almost 7 fucking pounds of her shit, toilet paper, cigarette butts and ashes. There was over 21 pounds of it left!! I broke the silence and dared one more time to protest my torture.

"Just... kill me if you want... but I can't do this anymore... It's not fucking possible to eat anymore."

Part 10: Getting filled

There was silence for few moments before Jessica responded to my plea for mercy.

"Killing you? No, you won't be that lucky."

"I'll tell you what I will do though: I'll help you." She grinned.

She got up off the couch and knelt down in front of me.

"One way or another... Before we leave here today, every last drop will be inside of you." She promised.

Jessica grabbed my hair and twisted, forcing me off my knees and onto my back. I felt the sickening feeling of her shit slosh in my belly as I rolled over onto the carpet. I could hear the slap of latex gloves as she slid them over her hands and stood above me. She pulled her skirt up. I could see her white panties, wet with excitement right over my head. I could smell her. As she lowered herself onto my stomach I could feel her shit inside of me... squishing under the weight of her ass.

She dipped her fingers into the container pulling out a glob of shit the size of a golf ball. I squinted as some of it dripped between her fingers into my eye. .

"Now… where shall we begin?" Jessica asked me playfully watching as her shit dripped from her fingers onto my face.

"Let's see... HERE'S a good spot!"

The handful of shit plopped onto my upper lip. She began to use the thumbs of both gloved hands to shove her crap into my nose!

I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped myself short as my attention diverted to the stabbing pain in my backside as I squirmed under her weight. My gaping ass flopped open in my diaper as I squirmed...

"Hold still." She demanded squeezing her muscular thighs just below my ribs.

"Uuuffggg" I could feel her shit, warm from my belly, seeping back up into my from the pressure as I watched her shovel out another handful of her shit into my nose. Her thumbs were reaching unnaturally deep into my nasal passages as she shoved it deeper and deeper until it began to drip into my throat.

I began to cough at the sting as her shit dripping into my throat. It was like the painful feeling after sucking water up your nose in a pool... only this wasn't water.

"Does that feel nice?" She asked. "Still want more help?"

She answered for me.

"Yes? Okay, no problem!" She said again in a playful tone while plopping another big handful of shit up my nose as I squirmed underneath desperately gasping for air. I began to panic as shit poured down my throat. Combined with the pressure of her legs pressing into my sides, I couldn't breath at all--I was drowning in her shit.

Part 11: Getting filled... More

Just when I thought I was about to black out, Jessica pivoted herself off of me and squat next to my face. I coughed up large globs of shit and gasped wildly for air.

She grabbed me by the hair with her shitty fingers and twisted my head so that my face was forced against the floor on its side looking away from her. I was staring straight ahead at the wall in front of me, trying again to imagine myself someplace else… ANYWHERE else... but the attempt to escape the horribleness of the situation was futile as she swiftly returned me to reality with the weight of her knee pressing down between my jaw and neck pinning my head to the floor. I could feel the grain of the rug imprinting itself onto the side of my face.

I then felt that now all-too-familiar cold gritty texture dripping into my exposed ear... Her thumbs once again forcing the shit into me… this time into my head through my fucking ear! WTF!!!! I grunted in protest and Jessica laughed as she continued to shove her shit deeper and deeper... painfully deep.

"Okay, I'll eat... Please, let me eat!!!" I pleaded with her.

I imagined her shit, as it was pressed further and further into my ear canal, making its way into my brain - it felt as if it already was there... clouding my thoughts and head with a foulness I couldn't imagine until today.

"Oh, I thought you wanted my HELP?" She said as she recklessly JAMMED a fresh handful of feces into my ear. This one was much larger.

I squirmed under her knee as the painful pressure continued to build in my head - it was like the pain you'd feel in a jet making a rapid ascent only much worse. She let out a grunt as she leaned her weight into it - the same sound she made just before I felt my cell phone rip through my ass… the pressure stopped suddenly as I felt something snap deep in my head and the room went quiet.

I howled in pain as her shit burst through my eardrum and poured through my ear canal and down into my nasal cavity. It was seeping into my fucking nose and throat from my EAR!

"Well, now I'm giving it to you, and NO, I'm not finished yet."

Her voice now only auditable through the ear pinned to the floor was faint. I could barely hear her now. Using her pinky to jam her shit further down my ear. I lost count of how many handfuls she jammed into my ear before finely removed her knee from my neck/face. She stood up and smiled at me.

I lunged my head in the other direction desperately trying to shake out some of her filth from my ear like someone would do at a beach after getting water in their ears, but this wasn't water, and this too deep. None came out. I rubbed my ear on the carpet... nothing came out!! I was horrified.

I'd never hear out of that ear again.

Part 12: Getting filled… MORE

I could hear the crinkle of my diaper as Jessica undid the straps and folded open the front exposing me.

In her hand was some sort of hand-held pump. She was holding onto the grip, which resembled a bicycle brake. Two hoses protruded from it. One from the top above her index finger, which looked as if it had been taped in place, dipped into the container; the other thinner hose was dangled out the bottom of the grip into her left hand. Jessica was holding the contraption while squatting next to me smiling. She squeezed on the grip and I watched the sludge from the container suck through the tube. She squeezed again and the filth was quickly pressed through the length of the second hose and dripped out the other end.

"Pretty cool, huh? It's a manual breast pump." Jessica explained.

Her grin widened.

"Hmmm… What shall we fill next?"

I tried once again to beg her to stop, but she interrupted me. "Ooooh, I know!" she said playfully reaching for my dick... I lifted my head and watched in horror as she took the small tube sticking out the back of the pump and fed it down into my penis like a catheter! "HOLY SHIT!!!" I gasped as the tube was fed into me. I tried hard to squirm away but Jessica effortlessly pinned my restrained body in place once again.

That fucking tube was fed deeper and deeper until I felt it inside of me... in my fucking bladder!

I watched in horror as her fingers squeezed the pump.

An awful sucking noise came from the contraption as the thick sludge sucked through it. I felt the cold sensation of her moldy shit squirting deep inside of me. I helplessly watched the dark filth as it was sucked out of the container and into my penis.

"PLEASE… I WILL eat… just please STOP!!!"

She ignored me… and squeezed again… and again… and again… Each squeeze sounded like mud sucking through a drain. The container got shallower and shallower. Tears rolled down my face as I continued to feel the cold pressure building inside of me... wondering what would happen to me - surely it wasn't good to fill your bladder with shit! All the while, Jessica hummed to me playfully like she was doing some menial task. She switched hands a couple times when her fingers got tired of squeezing.

In less than 10 minutes Jessica had filled me with nearly the entire contents of the container.

She stood up indicating she was finished and yanked the hose painfully out of my dick… She took a brief moment to admire her work. I felt an unbearable urge to pee and lunged toward the container to try and squeeze some of it out, but she stopped me, pushing me back down to the floor.

"No you don't. It's going to stay in you… It's ALL going to stay in."

Jessica pulled a wooden close pin from the suitcase and waved it in front of my face smiling. She pinched it open and shut it just below the head of my dick. I cringed as I felt the metal spring of the clip contract against the wooden grips that tightened around my burning penis. A couple of drops of black goop dripped from the head of my penis, which was already purple from constrained blood supply.

"Can you say 'biggest UTI EVER?!'" She said giggling. "Maybe later when your dick is oozing with puss you'll wish you hadn't argued with me huh?"

She placed the almost-empty containers out of the way.

"Oh, and you're going to lick those clean later." She said gesturing towered the rotten pile of toilet paper that remained.

Part 13: The bad husband

As Jessica opened the remaining two containers and began to contemplate what she might do to me next, but she was interrupted by a knock at the door. I turned my head desperately toward the door, but my view obstructed by the couch. This was my chance!

I let out a scream "HELP!!! PLEASE!! CALL THE POLICE!!"

I felt the swift blow of Jessica's foot hit the side of my face. She jammed the rag into my mouth and gave me a horrible glare.

"You make one more fucking sound… one more… and I will make things 1000 times worse for you." She whispered to me as she got up and walked over to the door.

Jessica paused to look out the eye-hole… and opened it! I screamed into my rag as loud as I could to try and get the attention of whoever it was.

I heard whispering. Someone else was in the fucking room! I continued to screamed into my rag.

"What did I JUST finish telling you?!?" Jessica yelled back to me.

What the hell was this? Jessica didn't seem to be taking any precautions with whoever this was. Is someone else in on this?

I could hear the mystery person laughing under her breath. It was a woman. I was horrified to hear Jessica ramble on about everything she'd put me through… They were both fucking laughing and whispering with each other like two excited school-girls about all the fucked up psycho things she had been doing to me!!!

Finely, Jessica returned. Whoever was in the room with us now was out of my field of view, but I could see Jessica returning smiles as she slapped a fresh pair of latex gloves onto her hands.

I stared up at her shaking my head… Pleading with her with my eyes to stop whatever it was that she was going to do next… Jessica smiled at me and pulled my diaper up fastening the tabs. I listened to whoever was in the room with us laugh hysterically under her breath.

"I want to tell you a story…" She said returning the mistery woman a grin.

"It's about this wonderful, beautiful, intelligent young woman… who found out that her husband was cheating on her."

She stood up, lifted her skirt, and sat down on top of me, purposely aiming for my shit filled bladder. I grunted under her weight feeling her cool sludge in my bladder and stomach squish inside of me. She smiled and let out a sigh of comfort, stretching out her legs and crossing them like she was planning to sit there a while. Whoever was behind the couch giggled.

"Not very remarkable, I know… a typical situation that most women find themselves in at some point in their lives." Jessica continued.

I was starting to wonder if my bladder would burst filling my guts with Jessica's shit.

"What's remarkable about the story… is what she DID about it."

Jessica continued glance over at whoever was behind the couch.

"Want to know what she did?" Jessica asked.

I was feeling sick and stared up at the ceiling… Jessica, sensing I may not be paying attention to her began to wiggle the weight of her ass around on my bladder... I could feel the shit being pushed around as she shifted her weight and moaned in agony returning my eyes to hers.

"She found someone--a specialist--to test the faithfulness of her hubbie… and guess what?" Jessica asked grinning at me…

"YOU failed her test."

HOLY FUCK! My wife is in on this?!? Ashley is in on this??? "No fucking way…" My jaw dropped as I began to realize what was happening… was my wife in this room with us right NOW?!

"Unfortunately for you… your wife was pissed. VERY pissed." Jessica explained. "… and I sympathized with her -- doubly bad for you."

I mumbled into the rag shaking my head like I didn't believe her. No way was my wife capable of this. Ashley was the sweetest girl in the world… there's no FUCKING way. It's got to be a bluff.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That's a lesson you're unfortunately learning too late." She said.

"Don’t believe me? Well don’t take it from me." Jessica said shooting a smile at my wife, who walked out from behind the couch.

Part 14: My beautiful wife

"Hi honey." Ashley said to me as I looked at her… horrified… she couldn't really understand what this mad woman was doing to me… Could she? I desperately wanted to throw myself at her feet and apologize; to beg her for forgiveness, but I couldn't. I was gagged. All I could do was stare at her up at her like an idiot.

My wife has a much paler complexion than Jessica (next to her she looked white) but she was tall and just as good looking. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans with some fresh plaster stains scattered on them, and a pink loose top. In her nose was a pair of plugs just like Jessica's.

"Sorry I'm late. I've been busy this morning working on your accommodations back home." Ashley said… "Oh, you're going to LOVE what we have planned for you honey!" I just shook my head in disbelief.

Jessica walked over to my wife and took her hand.

"We've been waiting for this a long time haven't we?" She turned to Ash and I watched the psycho bitch exchange a long kiss with my wife. What the fuck!?

"But it was worth the wait. This is going to be fun." Ashley replied

I knew Ashley was bisexual. That was actually a huge turn on for me. I often fantasized about a threesome with Ashley... an idea that didn't go over very well with her when I stupidly brought it up. It's obvious Jessica and my wife had been seeing each other for some time.

Ashley turned her attention back to me.

"Oh my god... that diaper. Fucking perfect Jess!" Ashley giggled.

"I thought you'd like that." Jessica replied with a proud smile.

She looked at two full containers left. "Looks he's got a long way to go."

The finality of my situation was becoming obvious. There's no way I'm getting out of this. Not now. At least when it was only Jessica I had no idea who she was. All I could do was provide authorities with a description. But this is my wife. She's not stupid enough to let me go now. I wasn't getting out of this alive.

She squatted down next to me. Her jeans smelt like saw dust.

"Why so surprised dear? Oh, I get it, you thought I was an idiot." She glared down at me hatefully.

"Did you really think I didn't know?" She shook her head head.

"Did you think I would just turn the other way while you made a fool of me behind my back?" Ashley asked curling up her nose at me. "Well... you've had your fun. Now... Now it's my turn."

I shook my head trying to plead with her with my eyes, but it was useless. She just stared right through them.

"We are going to put you in your place. Right where you belong."

And I'm not in my place already? Jesus, what the hell could possibly be worse than this?!? Please… just give me a chance to speak… I'm SORRY!! I tried to say, but the rag was impossible to talk through.

I've imagined my wife's reaction might be if she ever found out about my affairs, but I never imagined she was capable of going completely insane. Her sanity seemed to be completely trumped by her desire for revenge… But I had seen nothing yet. I could never have imagined in a million years that my wife was capable of doing what she did next.

Part 15: Intimacy

"It's my fault really." Ashley said.

"I admit, when i first realized what you were up to, I was hurt. I asked myself, what am I not doing for you that you are getting with other women? And then... it FINELY occurred to me what the real problem was..." Ashley glared down at me with a strange smile.

"I mean, you've already got a hot wife." She declared brushing her fingers through her hair like a fucking narcissist as Jessica nodded in agreement. "There's no doubt in my mind that I'm capable of giving you everything you need."

"So... it was just a matter of figuring out what it was that I needed to give you. You know what that was?"

"Intimacy." Ashley explained. "See, lack of the right kind of intimacy in a relationship can lead a spouse astray. I finely realized that I just wasn't sharing parts of myself with you intimately enough. For that, honey, I appologize. I promise, starting today, you will finely become intimately familiar with parts of me I will never share with anyone else."

Ashley leaned forward and hawked out a thick pile of spit onto my forehead. I closed my eyes as she took a paper towel and began to wipe. She spit again, and again... giant wads of spit and flem splat onto my filthy face as she continued to wipe. She was preparing my face for something. I stared up into her pale green eyes. I was trying to plead with her for mercy with my eyes, but she just stared right through them continuing to wipe her warm spit across my face.

"In fact." Ashley said throwing the towel into the container indicating she was finished. "I think I'm ready to share something with you right now." She grinned down at me.

Jessica walked over to us and handed Ashley a spoon. Obviously this was not spontaneous… but planned out -- Jessica new exactly what my wife was about to do to me, and I could tell she was excited about it. Jessica had a big horny smile stretched across her sadistic face. The same fucking smile she had right before she jammed my fucking cell up my butt… Something really bad was about to happen.

Ashley took the spoon and returned her attention to me. She grabbed me by the hair and reached the spoon towards my left eye.

"Wh…wha… what are you…" I started to mumble into the rag, but my curiosity turned to absolute horror as my wife, with only the slightest hesitation, jammed the fucking spoon into my lower eye lid… Like she was scooping into a pint of fucking ice cream! I screamed into the cloth with all my might as it plunged into my eye socket below my eyeball. With a scooping motion she lifted my eye up into my skull and then yanked it right out of my fucking head! I felt warm blood stream down my cheek and into my hair as she chopped through the stringy flesh and nerves that used to attach my eyeball to my head with the spoon.

Somewhere in the room Jessica was applauding.

I was hyperventilating into the rag consumed with terror that I've never felt before as I stared up at eyeball which Ashley pinched between her fingers... through my only eye.

Jessica handed her a handful of towels, and Ashley used them to wiped the blood from my face.

"Hold on… She's not done yet!" Jessica warned. "The best part is still coming!"

I just continued to stare at both of them in horror through my only eye. When I blinked, I could feel my left eyelid flop loosely inside the cavity where my eye used to be… Holy fucking shit…. holy fucking shit… holy fucking shit… I was in shock.

My wife stood up.

"Out with the old." She tossed my eyeball into the container.

"And in with the new."

Shyly, my wife asked Jessica to turn around… Jessica obeyed. She wiggled out of her tight jeans, kicked off her panties, and walked over to me. I was looking straight up at my wife's dark bush.

"I'm going to give you something right now that truly expresses how much you mean to me." Ashley said as she lowered herself down onto my face.

"Something you can enjoy for a long time."

I tried to twist away, but she grabbed my head by two clumps of hair and lowered herself on top of me. She maneuvered her ass until it was directly on top of the empty socket and sat down with all her weight… As she sat, the cool pale skin of her lovely ass spread across my face.

I couldn't move my head… I was fucking stuck there and I knew what she was planning to do! My fucking wife was about to take a shit into my skull! My mind was forced to finely accept the reality of what was happening when I felt her let out that first long fart into my head. The warm pressure of her gas entered my socket giving me a strange sense of awareness of areas I'd never been aware of previously. I coughed as I felt the warm pressure squeeze past the shit in my nose, into my throat, out my busted ear, and even from under my right eyeball making a horrible bubbling noise in my head as it pushed its way through. Ashley let out an embarrassed giggle.

She sat there in that position for what seemed like the longest time. All the weight of her 150 pound frame was directly on top of my face. I felt the itchy bristles of my wife's wet pussy pressing down against my nose as she leaned forward - she was getting ready to push.

"Enjoy."

On that note, I finely felt the inevitable. I could feel my wife's ass pucker outward and press around the edges of my eye socket. My loose eyelid stretched back into my head by her expanding ass hole. She let out a grunt and I could hear all the grotesque sounds of her shit being pushed out of her rectum... into my fucking scull. My eye was being replaced with the slimy, warm, firm texture of my wife's fresh shit. It scraped against the sides as she continued to push… deeper… into my head. I screamed with all my might into the rag.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND TAKE IT!" She screamed back at me.

As she was saying that my god damn phone started to ring. I could feel the vibrations from my rectum shaking the fowl contents of my bladder, and Ashley could hear it through me - a gentle rumbling from my gut. Ashley and Jessica laughed hysterically. I knew exactly who it was. James enjoyed living my sexual adventures vicariously through me and always called me anxious to hear the details of my "hot dates." I imagined the look on his face if he could see me now…

I felt my wife's shit hit the back of my eye socket, but it kept moving… She let out another grunt and I could feel it slide faster with renewed vitality spreading outward completely filling the empty cavity. The sound it made as it filled my head was more disturbing than anything else. It was like the sound a malt would make as you reach the end of it with a straw--it traveled through the cavities of my head in thick wet slurps .

She lifted herself off of me a little still holding my head in place with her feet and a fist full of hair. I watched as the tail end of her gigantic poop continued to snake out of her ass, curled out of my scull, and wrapping across the length of my face. FUCK!

Part 16: I Love You

"Don't you fucking move!" Ashley ordered as she stood up off of my face, grabbed her panties off the floor, and walked into the bathroom.

"How did that feel Ashley?" Jessica asked excitedly. I could hear the fabric of her skirt as she rubbed herself.

"I feel great!" she yelled excitedly from the bathroom. "I've never felt so good in my life! How did you like it dear? Was it good for you too?"

Jessica, curious what I had to say about what just happened, pulled the nasty rag from my mouth. But I just stared at her still in shock. My wife just ripped my god-damn eye out and shat into my skull… that's the most fucked up thing I've ever heard of!

Ashley returned with some freshly soiled toilet paper and reached for the length of her turd that was hanging out of my eye socket… about 5 inches! It was the first time I'd ever seen Ashley's shit… She'd always been embarrassed to do it in front of me. I didn't even know women were capable of taking shits that big.

"Do you SEE now honey?" Ashley giggled. "THIS is the sort of intimacy that we've been missing don't you think?" Ashley picked up 5 inches of her shit that had wrapped down the side of my face with a piece of toilet paper and held it their in front of my only eye.

"I know you will be so much more satisfied... honey, Jessica and I have so much to share with you..."

Still in complete shock and now crying uncontrollably, I was trying desperately to choke out something. "Ashley, please… I'm sorry… I LOVE you!" I managed to say in-between violent sobs… Tears streamed from the tear ducts of my eyeless socket, mixed with my wife's shit and rolled back into my head.

Just as I said those words, Ashley took the length of shit she held in a fold of toilet paper and jammed it… HARD… into my socket. Toilet paper and all. Jessica covered my mouth muffling my scream as I painfully learned about all the hollow passageways in my head that connected to my eye sockets -- I felt my wife's shit squirting into my sinuses… into my nasal cavity… and down the back of my throat!

"You were saying?" Ashley asked smiling at me as she stuck her thumb down into my socket jamming the paper deep into my head.

"Oh, you love me now do you?"

She leaned over next to my ear.

"Well guess what honey... YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!"

Jessica and Ashley laughed.

Part 17: One Eyed Monster

"Please… PLEASE. Just kill me. KILL me… I want to die." I begged.

"It's not going to be that easy. See, the way we figure it, death happens to everyone." Ashley said. "Even the best of us… but for you… what we are about to do to you is much more fitting..."

"Besides..." she said coldly. "... I'm not ready to give up on our marriage just yet. I think we OWE it to one another to stick things through, don't you honey?"

Ashley reached down and pulled me by the hair over to the container. My eyeball sat on top of it. I cringed... my eye almost made the container of shit look like some sort of one-eyed blob monster.

"How cool is that!" Ashley said. "It's like... almost like it's looking at you honey... How cute!"

Jessica giggled looking down at the disturbing concoction.

"Yeah, but it would be much cooler with some more features, don't you think Ab? I mean, wouldn't one of these make a kick ass second eye?" Jessica yanked one of my testicles out of the diaper.

Ashley laughed.

"Oh... yeah! GREAT idea! What do you think honey?"

"Please... No..." I said between sobs.

"Well..." Ashley said.

"Then you better eat up quick before we decide to add a couple more eyes and a flacid itty-bitty nose to our new little friend."

Ashley demanded pointing at the eyeball with her index finger.

"Now. Eat it."

As my face cowered over the container, I could feel a mix of blood and shit drip from my eye socket into the sludge I was about to consume.

My wife's fingers wrapped around my testicle that was still poking through the leg of my diaper. "FAST!" She demanded, clenching her my testicle painfully in her fingers.. I let out a grunt of pain nodding my head in acknowledgement.

I leaned over my eye that sat on top of Jessica's shit. Pretending it was a cherry tomato on top of a large salad, I inhaled sharply through my puckered lips and felt my eye suck into my mouth. The stringy veins and nerves dangled from my lips and I slurped them up like spaghetti. Fluids from inside my eye oozed out the corners of my mouth as I took my first bite. The texture was slimy and rubbery… the most disgusting and disturbing texture I've ever experienced. My whole life, I thought, every single fucking thing I've ever seen or done was through the eye I was about to swallow into a gut full of shit. I felt another overwhelming sense of self pity.

As I ate, I watched as my wife and Jessica began to fool around on the couch. Ashley, still in just her panties lied down on the couch while Jessica shuffled in the suitcase... Next thing I knew she was joining Ashley once again... her skirt off, and a large strap-on dangling between her legs.

"Ironic, huh? Now you're suffering alone and your WIFE gets fucked!" Jessica said as she ripped my wife's panties off.

Ashley grinned at me as I continued to swallow mouth fulls of shit while Jessica playfully rubbed the end of her giant strap-on against her clit... She let out the first of many long satisfied moans. I've never heard my wife moan like that.

Almost in sync with Jessica's thrusts and my wife's moans of pleasure, I continued to shovel the shit into my mouth. I couldn't taste it - I couldn't even smell it because my nose was filled with shit… so I just focused on the pain and the ingestion became mechanical. I just opened up my mouth, filled it with tasteless filth, and swallowed, open, fill, swallow, open, fill, swallow. I guess you could say, I was in the "shit-eating zone"

Meanwhile the old couch sounded like it was about to collapse as Jessica wildly fucked my wife in front of me. Through Ashley's moans, I could hear the old frame creak with each thrust.

I had the container half finished by the time Ashley finally climaxed… She convulsed on the the couch in the most dramatic display of pleasure and ecstasy I've never seen. The two lovers continued to fool around with each other while I continued my meal.

It was about 3 quarters empty when I finally had to stop. I knew they were just waiting for it to happen. The physical capacity of my stomach had finely been reached. Even without my gag reflex, I could feel it seeping up into the back of my throat. There was no physical way for me to eat anymore...

I stared at the sludge left over and waited for Ashley and Jessica to notice I had stopped… It didn't take them long.

"I'm sorry… I can't fit any more in my stomach…" I pleaded as they got up from the couch.

"I just fucking can't fit anymore… PLEASE… just let me rest at least…"

Part 18: Getting Stuffed

They approached me like vulchers without acknowledging a word. Jessica didn't even bother taking off the strap-on that flopped between her legs as she approached. They pounced on me with planned efficiency. I just lay on my back… defeated... not even bothering to put up a struggle anymore. I closed my eyes and tried to think about something else as the two of them did their work.

Jessica grabbed my dick and yanked the clip off. I let out a painful yelp as blood flow returned to my purple shit-filled dick and felt that fucking hose jam into it again. In less than a minute, I heard the awful sucking sound of that fucking pump and felt more cold sludge pumping into me.

Ashley slapped on a pair of gloves and began jamming more shit into my eye socket and nose… I could feel it spreading throughout the network of cavities in my head… Ashley used her left hand to pinch my nose (to prevent it from oozing out), while she recklessly jammed shit into my skull with her right. She was leaning all her fucking weight into it! My sinuses instantly filled with shit. She was pressing so god damn hard that the sludge oozed out of my destroyed right ear and even dripped down my cheek from underneath my left eyeball. With each push it made a horrible noise similar to wet farts as it squeezed under my eye and out of my ear! The noises clearly amused my torturers… they were laughing hysterically.

Jessica continued to squeeze… and squeeze. I felt the pressure in my bladder as it continued to expand to make room for more sludge. The pressure was so intense now that it began to spurt out of my urethra around the edges of the hose with each squeeze - she had to grab my dick and squeeze it to create a seal tight enough to hold it all in. All the while, I just lied there squirming… feeling myself fill with shit. I imagined myself as a cow… only I was being filled not emptied… and this certainly wasn't milk.

My remaining senses begin to fail as the pressure in my head intensified. I imagined myself freefalling down a dark hole. Ashley's and Jessica's voices became fainter and fainter as the pressure intensified - shit was being forced against my only tender ear drum through my nasal cavity. Their bodies were turning into dark silhouettes as the shit squeezed the optic nerve of my eyeball. It was bulging precariously out of my head now, and I wondered if it would pop out completely.

Finely, Ashley and Jessica stopped. I could hear their voices but it was like listening to a conversation 30 feet away.

I felt them jam toilet paper into my ear and nose to hold everything inside.

They tried to grab me by the hair and make me sit up. Probably to try and make me eat the piles of rotten toilet paper that remained in the containers, but the added pressure from just sitting up caused shit to spurt up from my throat. When I accidentally I breathed some of it into my lungs and began to cough violently, I was dropped back down onto the floor. I heard an awful "splat" somewhere behind my face as my head bounced off the floor.

They must have scraped the containers and collected the toilet paper themselves, because I felt them jamming it into my ass not too long after. I squealed like a pig as I felt the gloved hand of my wife reach up my destroyed ass hole, lodging the massive pile of rotten paper deep into me like a turkey being stuffed on Thanksgiving.

Part 19: The Threesome

Ashley yanked her hand out of my ass, which was so full of rotten toilet paper that it wouldn't close.

I could barely make out her figure. I imagined Jessica was probably hovering over me too - the sadistic bitch was probably getting off again staring down at my contorted face with an expression of pure ecstasy...

The two of them were laughing at me. I felt my diaper being yanked down to my knees and I was kicked into a fetal position.

"No! Please! Please Stop!" I pleaded as I realized what was about to happen.

Sure enough, felt the warmth of Jessica as she leaned over me. Her strap-on, still wet from my wife's juices, easily slipped into my loose ass. I winced from the sting as it pressed through my scalded sphincter and pressed into the mound of toilet paper inside of me.

I watched as her blurry figure braced herself against the carpet.

"God NO. PLEASE!!!!" I desperately screamed before my wife jammed the rag back into my mouth.

Shit burst up through my throat into my mouth from the pressure as Jessica used the impressive strength of her muscular legs to thrust her strap-on into me. The pain was unlike anything I've ever felt.

"You always wanted a threesome honey. Well... today's your lucky day." Ashley said as she stood up over me.

I tried to scream through the rag as I watched my wife lower herself down onto stomach. As soon as her weight hit me, everything went black. The pressure spread up into my head and squeezed my optic nerve. I felt my left eye precariously bulge out as shit bubbled out from under it and my hollow socket in a thick fowl stream.

They began to kiss.

Jessica's hand reached under Ashley and her fingers began massaging her. Ashley pressed herself into Jessica's hand in excitement... into my belly.

The added pressure of Ashley's gentle thrust was all it took... Instantly, my eye popped right out of my fucking socket! I could feel it hanging out of my head as shit spurted out from under it like a volcano with each of Jessica's powerful thrusts.

I squealed into the rag.

At that point the only sense I had left was pain... and pressure. Everywhere. The only noise I heard was ringing. Everything was black. The "threesome" probably lasted no more than 10 minutes, but it felt like the two of them fucked for hours.

Finely... it stopped.

Part 20: Big plans

More warm shit spurted down my cheek as one of them shoved my left eye back into my head... It made a disturbing "thunk" noise as it popped into my socket. I still couldn't see anything out of it. I figured I was probably fucking blind.

I could faintly hear my wife's voice through the ringing in my left ear.

"You think this is bad?" Ashley asked.

"Oh, you've felt nothing yet!"

"This is just the beginning. We haven't even BEGUN with you yet." Jessica chimed in.

"Nope. We sure haven't. We've got big plans for you, honey."

At some point soon after that I was drugged again.

Part 21: Squeal like a piggy

When I finely woke up, I was happy to realize that I wasn't blind... I could still see out of my right eye, but my moment of consciousness was very brief. I immediately became aware of several very fucked up things before everything went dark again:

First. My mouth was stuck open… wide. When I tried to squeeze it shut, I felt the metal of dental clamps digging into my gums. There was a coppery taste of blood and pain. Lots of pain. It felt like someone had set my mouth on fire!

Second. My head was squeezed between Jessica's knees, and she was towering over me... too high. There was something very wrong about this strange perspective that took me a few moments to realize--my head was sticking out of the god-damn floor! I could feel my restrained body dangling under me on the other side of the floor by what felt like a rope between my legs.

Third. Jessica had in her hands a cup and a set of (bloody!) pliers... Jessica's freckled face stared down at me.

"Oooh, looks like he's awake Ab!"

My wife scooted into view wrapping her arms around Jessica and peeking down at me over her shoulder.

"Well well well. Look who finely decided to wake up." Ashley said.

"You know, if this is going to work out, you're going to have to try to be a more active member of this relationship dear. You're missing all the fun!" Ashley grinned showing off one of my teeth pinched between her fingers... root and all! My eyes widened in horror as I realized what those pliers were for.

"Our relationship is in enough trouble to justify extreme measures. In order to give us the best chance of working out long-term, we have to remove each and every potential sharp edge that may come back to bite us." Ashley said waving my tooth at me.

She gave Jessica a nod.

I began to scream as Jessica reached towards me. Jessica just grinned. "We aren't in the hotel anymore--nobody but us will enjoy your screams now. So please... Squeal. Squeal like a piggy for me!" Jessica's sadistic grin spread across her freckled face as she grabbed one of my lower teeth, braced her left palm on my forehead for leverage, and yanked it right the fuck out of my mouth!

All I remember before losing consciousness again was a crunching sound and unbearable pain.

Part 22: The Note

When I awoke I was alone once again… There was a flashlight illuminating my predicament. For a very brief moment, before my eye's adjusted, I thought this had all just been a horrible nightmare. The aching pain from my swollen gums snuffed out that fantasy almost as quickly as it entered my head.

What did they fucking do to me? I sobbed hopelessly as I explored my toothless mouth with my tongue in disbelief. My lips now sunk into my skull like an old man without his dentures.

My gut was less full now. Some of the shit inside of me must have digested. "You are what you eat." Jessica had said. How horribly true that statement was.

Shit rattled somewhere deep in my head as I turned it to look around... I recognized where I was. It was a small storage closet in my home. The floor, which was laminate yesterday morning, was stripped down to its plywood base. My head stuck out of a crudely cut hole that was just big enough for my neck. I could feel splinters from the jagged edges jabbing my neck as I turned my head... I was fucking stuck there like this!

My aching gums had distracted me from the horrible pain in my crotch. My entire weight pressed on what felt like a thin length of rope threaded between my legs. When I tried to lift my legs, my body rocked back and forth, and the rope chafed the tender skin between them.

My ass throbbed. I could feel someone had unclogged my ass... but the contents continued to dribble out uncontrollably. I tried to hold it in, but it was useless--my ability to control my bowel movements was surely gone forever just like Jessica said it was.

I could feel a disturbingly hot sensation as I pushed warm sludge from my penis. It came out in a thick dribble. I could feel it dripping down my legs.

My body was covered in what felt like a huge plastic bag, which was already full up to the bottoms of my feet. I could feel the massive pile of rotten toilet paper that had been jammed up my ass the night before squish against my toes as I pointed them down.

Just below my chin was the wide end of a funnel that apparently also protruded through the floor... In case I throw up, I guessed (correctly).

I managed to push the drying shit and toilet paper from my nostrils... as soon as I did, I regretted it. I gagged at the horrible taste of Jessica's rotting shit.

There was another small hole in back of me with a rope stemming from it. It was tied to me somehow because when I moved, it seemed to move with me. A knot prevented it from slipping back down.

A red glow throughout the closet was caused by light refactoring through a juice glass placed next to my head. My eye widened as I stared in disbelief at all my fucking teeth sitting in a huge bloody pile, roots and all. Every fucking one of them! It was like something out of a horror flick.

Next to the glass was a hand-written note on piece of computer paper in pink ink, which revealed my cruel fate. It was folded in half to prop it up like a sign.

What good is a stinking, toothless, one-eyed, incontinent, cheating husband that is full of shit? Not much of anything at all. BUT, I think you'll be delighted to know that we (i.e. Myself and Jessica) have figured out a service that you can provide to us that will make you slightly more than completely fucking useless.

From here, you'll become intimately familiar with two beautiful women in ways that nobody else ever will.

From here you will service Jessica and I as our TOILET.

Until death do us part,

Ashley and Jessica
I'd never even imagined anything so fucked up. My wife… has turned me into her toilet? I'm a HUMAN TOILET??? Under normal circumstances it would have been hard for me to believe. But this was far from normal circumstances.

Claustrophobia began to set in.

And there I was. All I had was my thoughts to keep myself occupied as I dangled there. Yesterday morning I was driving to work on a lovely spring day looking forward to a hot randevu with Jessica. Now I'm here, alone, incontinent, and my one-eyed, toothless, shit-filled head is jammed through a hole in the floor in my own closet; and apparently my wife and her psycho new girl friend have turned me into a toilet. To say that this was fucking crazy would be the understatement of the millennium. There are no words strong enough to express how FUCKED up this was!

Hours went by. The rope between my legs painfully dug into my crotch… and my ass hurt like hell. I felt no urge to shit - just pain and an awful sense of fullness. I imagine the nerves that cause that urge had been destroyed.

Part 23: Our home

As I dangled there I thought about how excited Ashley and I were 2 years ago moving into this home. It was our first place. We were nervous buying a home so far out in the country, but it was much nicer than anything we could afford in town. When Ashley landed a job as a telenurse (a job she could do from home) we decided it was worth it. I actually liked the commute.

I began to realize how completely screwed I was. I could scream all day and night and nobody would ever hear me. Hell, even if I were on the front porch, I couldn't scream load enough for my voice to be heard from the end of our driveway.

Nobody would ever come looking for me. As an only child whose parents died when I was a teenager in a car crash, I had no close relatives. I've never really had many friends outside of work.

Ashley's even more of a recluse than I am. What's left of her family is in Europe. Her father ran out when she was too young to remember and her mom is mentaly ill. We really have nobody.

More hours went by. I have no idea how long I dangled there alone before I finely heard someone coming. The door opened. It was Ashley.

Part 24: Stresses in Life

I had no idea what time it was when Ashley greeted me that first morning. She had bags under her eyes. Her hair was scattered. In her hand was a roll of toilet paper.

"Good morning." She said to me giving me a tired yawn and smile. She was wearing a white cotton nighty that hung down just above her knees. "Did you sleep well dear?" In her hand was a bucket. I could hear water inside of it slosh as she set it to the floor.

Waves of emotion swept over me as I looked up at my wife... I couldn't hold back the tears. I just turned my head down sobbed staring at her feet and shaking my head.

She squatted down and sat against the closet door next to me and gently brushed her fingers through my hair.

I shook my head at her. "You've got to be joking Ash... I'll be dead in a week if you go through with this. Eating SHIT? Drinking PISS? For the rest of my life?!? Ash, that's not even possible."

"Actually honey, you'd be surprised."

Ash grinned down at me. "I'm not in the mood to get into things right now, but their's much more too this than you think. Jessica and I didn't just meet by chance you know... and no... you aren't going to die anytime soon."

I continued to shake my head confused and desperate. Tears rolled down my left cheek. "Ash, divorce me... kill me... whatever... Just... Please... don't make me..." I began to sob again before I could even say the words out loud.

"Shhhh... Sweetie, it's really not so bad." She said in a motherly tone petting my head softly.

She reached into the bucket and pulled out a spung squeezing out the excess water. She gently began wiping my face with it. Warm soapy water oozed out it its pores and dripped down my neck, through the hole in the floor, and down my body.

"You just have to be optimistic." She said as she pressed harder into my face, scrubbing off the dried clumps of shit.

"Think about it. In some respects, I almost even envy you. You've got absolutely nothing to stress about anymore. You don't have to worry about finances, careers, cars, jobs, what to eat, what to wear, how to dress, social obligations, etc, etc..."

Ashley finished scrubbing my face and dropped the spung back into the bucket. She stood up lifting her nighty and pulled her panties down with her thumbs letting them drop to her ankles.

"Toilets only have one little job." She said as she stepped out of her panties and pinched a tampon out of herself. She waved it over my face. It was dark, wet, bloody, and stank of pussy. "Just one itsy bitsy thing you've got to do."

She squatted down scooting herself over my face until I could feel the coarse wet bristles of her bush on my chin. She gently rubbed herself against me teasingly.

"I understand it might take some time to get adjusted." She said as she massaged herself against my lips smearing her wetness onto my face. "You will come to terms with this eventually... You really have no choice..."

"... because no, we won't let you die; and yes, we ARE going to keep you here..."

Ashley shook her head at my horrified expression. "You're so silly, you know? I mean, even if we did let you go, where do you think you would go? Do you actually think the world would accept you now? Look at yourself for God's sake! ... No, honey, this is your home now."

Tears flowed down my face. "I'm begging you... Please have mercy on me!"

"Oh, I am being merciful dear. Believe me, nobody other than Jessica and I would have anything to do with you now. You should be grateful. You should be overjoyed that we have found something that you are good for. Would you want to be completely fucking useless??? No, I know you wouldn't want that. Everyone needs a purpose... No matter how degrading or pathetic it is... at least you have a purpose. That's more than many can say."

"Open up..."

I glared at her hatefully. "Ashley, you are insane. This is so fucked up!"

She reached down and yanked on the rope that protruded from the floor behind me. My waist pulled backward, and I howled in pain. It was clear now that the rope dangling out of the floor behind me was tied to my balls.

"Honey, why don't you shut up and open your fucking mouth." She said grinning at me, continuing to hold the rope taught, and rubbing herself against my chin and lips.

I opened my mouth wincing at the pain. Ashley jutted her crotch downward into my mouth pressing my head back to the floor. Her thick black pubic hairs pricked against against my toothless gums as she pressed her weight into me, pinning my mouth open under her weight.

A moment later I tasted my wife's salty urine splash into my mouth. The taste was horrible. At least last night my mouth was numb from the lidocaine, and I couldn't taste anything... I gagged trying desperately not to throw up as my mouth filled to capacity.

From between her legs over the tops of her perky breasts covered by her thin nighty, I could see her face frowning down at me. "If you don't keep up, I will find other holes of yours to use." I moaned in protest as she dragged her wet crotch across my face aligning herself over my eye socket. The smell of pussy was replaced with the potent smell of my wife's ass as my nose found itself sandwiched between her butt cheeks.

Deep inside my head my wife's piss spattered into the muddy sludge. I could feel it soaking into me through and around the shit into the narrow passageways in back of my face. I coughed causing some of her piss to spill out of my mouth and drip down my neck, through the hole in the floor, and snaked its way down my body. Clumps of crap dislodged from my nasal passageway leading to my throat and fell into it in a shitty stream of urine. My eye socket filled faster than it came out of Ashley, so she had to stop mid-stream twice and wait for it to seep into me before she was finely done. Air pockets raised to the surface in a series of bubbles as her piss continued to slowly drain into my head.

Ashley looked over her shoulder at my progress. My mouth was still half full of her concentrated piss.

"Drink." She demanded, yanking my balls impatiently as I finished choking it down.

Finally, when my mouth was empty and I began to gag from the nauseating aftertaste, she rewarded me with a satisfied grin.

"There. See, what did I tell you? That wasn't so bad." Ashley said. I gasped for air, coughing on the river of shit and piss that continued to flow into my throat from my head.

She stepped into her panties and pulled them up and reached for her bloody tampon that lay on the floor next to me.

"THIS is all there is to it baby." She was waving her tampon right over my face. A drop of thick half-coagulated blood fell onto my cheek and stuck onto it. "... All there is. For the rest of your life... So get used to it."

"Jessica will probably be in shortly... Why don't you suck on this while you wait for her." She dropped the tampon into my mouth. The string, still wet from her juices, dangled from my lips.

She snagged the flashlight and shut the door behind her... leaving me there alone and in the dark... moaning from pain... her piss continued to bubble inside my head as the coppery flavor of her menstrual fluids replaced the salty taste of her piss in my mouth.

Part 25: Getting Sick

It was probably the bloody tampon that finely did me in that first morning - not long after Ashley dropped it into my mouth, slimy and soaking with blood, I was listened to it along with the remains of Jessica's half-digested moldy shit spill out into the funnel. The sadistic bitches installed the thing pointing right at me under the floor. I could feel the warm filth spilling out onto my chest, dripping down my body, and splashing into the plastic bag. By the time my stomach was empty, the bag was filled to my ankles.

As I dangled their withing in unimaginable filth, I could hear them in the kitchen. They were making breakfast. Their carefree laughter and voices were heard through the sizzle of bacon and veggies on the frying pan. Ash was probably making omelettes... Coffee brewed and fresh oranges were being squeezed.

Part 26: Cosmopolitan

At least an hour went by before Jessica greeted me.

She wore a pink pair of cotton jammies with cute little white puppies printed all over them. That seemed pretty fucked up to see Jessica wearing an outfit covered in puppies... swastikas would be much more fitting.

"Hey." Jessica said in an equally unfitting casual tone.

She was lugging in a small magazine rack that used to sit in the upstairs bathroom... next to the toilet. The wicker rack was one of the few remnants left of my dorm room furniture in college. Glossy pink Glamour and Cosmopolitan magazines replaced the porn and PC Game magazines that used to occupy it.

Jessica slid the rack into the corner and squatted down next to me smiling.

"Wanna see something?" Jessica said playfully pulling out a plastic grocery bag from the rack and dropped it in front of me. There was a sound of metal clanging together as the bag hit the floor.

She dumped the contents in front of me. Two familiar shiny toilet handles, valve arms, and chains lay on the floor in front of me.

"Do you know what these are?" She took the plastic valve arm and bent it between her fists.

She continued bending it back and forth, weakening the plastic until it finely snapped. She did the same to the other grinning down at me nodding her head.

"Obsolete." She continued. "Now..." She said holding up a broken valve arm, "... we have no choice but to use you whenever we need to go to the bathroom. YOU are the only toilet in this house now."

She stood up and pulled off her jammy pants. She kicked them off along with what looked like the same pare of panties she had on the night before and squat her half-naked self down in front of me without the slightest bit of modesty. Her hand wrapped around the length of rope in back of my head and I felt the pain of my testicles being yanked back as she pulled it taught. I winced in pain.

She pulled gently on my chin with her index finger, and I opened my mouth wide in forced obedience. I closed my eyes as my mouth filled almost instantly with salty warm piss. I felt it in my empty gut... warm... and sick.

Jessica grabbed a length of toilet paper and wiped herself with it. She dropped it into my mouth smiling down at me. "I think I might just relax here for a bit. Do you mind?" A sadistic grin stretched across her face as she sifted through the magazines in the rack. She pulled out a glamour mag.

"Hmmmm." She said as she pointed her fuchsia polished toes away from me. My eye wandered up the backs of her tan legs as I tilted my head back in preparation for what was obviously coming. The white bikini line that ran up the crack of her bare ass quickly descended onto my face. As she sat, the cool cheeks of butt spread across my entire face. My mouth opened wide to breath as my nose was engulfed completely between her muscular buttocks.

As her weigh shifted entirely onto my face, the back of my head ground painfully into the plywood floor. I groaned in pain. She stretched out her legs into the hallway and let out a comfortable sigh as she continued to sit full weight on my face casually reading her magazine.

"Owwwwwww... Goddamn it Jessica... My fucking head!"

I felt my nose slip through her sphincter into her butt as she pivoted herself to yank the rope. My entire body swayed backwards several inches as she yanked the rope tied to my balls. I howled in agony.

"Toilets don't talk." She explained coldly.

She just sat there like she didn't have a care in the world, continuing to flip through her magazine as 150 lbs of pressure sandwiched my face between the crack of her ass and the hard wooden floor. Beads of sweat began to turn to drips that snaked down my dangling naked body. My face felt numb and I grinded my toothless gums together trying desperately to not think about the throbbing pain in my head.

Finely, after at least 15 minutes of sitting on my face, she sighed, put the magazine back, pulled her legs into a squatting position and lifted herself off of me. I could see a red outline of my face on her ass as she lifted. All I could smell was the familiar smell of Jessica's ass.

"You've got a wonderfully comfortable face. I think I just found myself a new reading chair..." Jessica giggled

"I'm an avid reader you know... in fact... there's no better way to spend an entire weekend than relaxed with a good book. Yep... I'm sure we'll enjoy many nice long hot summer days together." She said smiling at me.

Part 27: House Warming Gift

Beyond Jessica's ass, which was still inches from my face, she continued to grin over her shoulder. "How about a house warming gift before I go?" She asked.

Her ass was already puckering as she lowered it onto my lips.

The weight of her body forced my toothless gums open wide around her puckered ass hole. Almost instantly the inevitable began...

I coughed through a rediculously long fart that forced its way into my mouth expanding my cheeks. She laughed at the disturbing noise it made as her gas pressed down into my throat painfully like a backwards burp...

"Peuw!" Ashley yelled from the kitchen.

"Keep away Ash, I'm about to destroy the bathroom!" Jessica warned.

"We need to install a fan in there!" Ash yelled back laughing.

Another smaller (wetter) fart, followed by a grunt, and seconds later my mouth was FILLED with fresh, warm, slimy shit. My cheeks expanded again as my mouth and throat filled with her crap. I was shocked how quickly it came out of her.

Jessica's muscular legs tightened as lifted herself off of my face a few inches. She held herself in that position, and I watched her ass pucker above my face as she strained one last snake of shit onto my face. I winced as a clump flew into my left eye as it landed into the pile of shit extruding from my mouth with an awful "splat."

She stood up and smiled down at me as she wiped her ass clean with a length of toilet paper.

"There you go." She said pressing the soiled paper into my mouth. The mountain of poop protruding around her finger as she pushed it through my lips. I could feel her shit oozing into the small craters where my teeth used to be.

"Now eat." She grabbed the rope and yanked my balls backwards... hard. My eye widened in agony as she stared down at me waiting for me to eat my fowl "gift."

I choked it down my throat in quick panicked wallows as she continued to yank my balls up from behind me... it felt like they were on the verge of being completely torn off of my body. The pain from my abused testicles, now swollen and blue from constant abuse, helped distract me from my bitter meal.

She didn't drop the rope until I had licked my mouth clean. Until I had finished my last swallow--the soiled clump of toilet paper took several swallows to get completely down.

"Did you enjoy it? It's a gift that keeps on giving... one to three times a day... times two!" She giggled.

Jessica grabbed her panties and jammy pants and left me once again shutting the door behind her.

I wasn't just covered in filth--I could feel it soaking into me now... all over me I could feel its sting... and itch. Its foulness was seeping into me.

Part 28: Yuuka's forum

Ashley and Jessica spent the morning and early afternoon cuddled on the couch watching some girly movie as I dangled there alone. There visits to me were quick and impersonal. They used me without exchanging a word eager to get back to what they were doing... like I was really just a fucking toilet. I was beginning to feel like one. The loneliness was already becoming unbearable.

When Ashley did finely sit down to talk to me later that day, I felt myself strangely eager to exchange words with her... I guess my desire for human contact and just to feel human for a moment trumped my outrage. Of course, as I should have expected, in the end the conversation left me feeling much worse.

"How are you adjusting to your new role?" She asked.

"Ash... could you just... at least tell me how things progressed to this... I admit... and I am sorry that I was unfaithful to you. But this... If you are going to keep me here like this please at least tell me who Jessica is... what made you decide to do this to me?!?" I knew there must have been a story to this. Ashely couldn't possible think of this on her own. Maybe I would have a better chance appealing if I knew where all this was coming from...

Ashley smiled at me. She hesitated for a moment clearly contemplating whether she would indulge my curiosity... but she finely did...

"Remember that project you were working on, on Christmas eve last year?"

She paused noticing my surprised (and guilty) expression. Fuck, that was 6 months ago! She couldn't possibly... have known all that time?!?

"Well, I was stupid enough to believe that's what you were really doing anyways. I stopped by your office to surprise you with a warm meal to enjoy while you finished up... I felt sorry for you working on Christmas eve... I missed you."

A surge of guilt washed over me.

"Well... surprise surprise... When I arrived, there was no sign of you."

"I drove home confused and waited for you like an idiot... and when you finely did arrive home... I smelt her. Some other woman's fucking perfume. That's when I knew."

I cut in. "Ash, I'm so sorry. I don't know what is the matter with me. I'm a horrible husband. Please, try to understand that it had nothing to do with you!"

My wife gave me a cold glare. "I know you are sorry... now. That's sort of the point dear."

"Ash, please, you've got to hear me out at least. Let me try to expl..."

Ashley reached over me and yanked the rope attached to my balls... I felt my swollen bruised testicles pull backwards... The pain was unreal. I squealed in agony.

"From now on, you don't talk. Understand? Toilets don't talk."

My aching balls hurt so much I felt myself beginning to black out. I nodded my head desperately.

She continued with her fist curled around the rope...

"I was so angry at you... I thought about divorce... but what proof did I have? All I had was circumstancial. You'd end up getting half of everything and being on your marry way with some other woman and half of my money... No fucking way was I going to be content with that."

"I knew eventually you would disappear from the world... and I didn't want anyone thinking there was anything wrong between us when you did. So, I decided to wait... for the right opportunity. Weeks went by. My hatred and desire for revenge grew stronger with every night I had to pretend to love you. Putting on that big forced smile each evening almost drove me insane... My desire for revenge kept me strong enough to continue the act. I wanted you suffer... suffer horribly."

"I began to look online when you were at work... I was looking for consolation, advice ... and ideas."

"At first, I was discouraged. Everything I found seemed too mild... nothing anybody suggested satisfied my growing thirst for revenge."

"But finely, my patience paid off. It was a little forum run by a Japanese woman... named Yuuka. The forum was generally geared toward the female supremacy ideology. Women talked about transforming men into servants, slaves... and even non-human objects... like utilities." Ashley nodded a smile down to me.

"That's where I met Jessica. She was a friend of Yuuka, and the operator of the English sections of the forum. We began talking frequently when you were at work. She and I made arangements to meet a couple of months ago... we hit it off right away. I told her what you did to me... and she told me a very inspirational story. It was Yuuka's personal story..."

"When Yuuka was 28 she traveled back to Japan after completing med-school in the states. She moved back to her hometown--a small village in the Kitaakita district of northern Japan and married a man she had grown up with... a man she'd had a crush on since grade school. Life was wonderful for a while... until one fateful day..."

"Her hubby was at work and she was going over some bank statements. She found something odd... a payment of 30,000 yen to a woman she didn't recognize. Suspicious about the strange transaction, she called the bank and acquired the mystery woman's address and number. That next morning she paid her a visit."

"The young attractive woman was only 18 years old. She was embarrassed and cooperative with Yuuka... and she learned something more disturbing than she could ever have even imagine. Apparently her hubby had a very sick fetish. He actually PAID this young woman to EAT her shit!"

Yuuka was so disgusted. She couldn't bear the thought of spending one more day married to such a freak. But see, Yuuka was wealthy. She didn't want to go through divorce proceedings that would potentially let her sick cheating husband walk away with a chunk of her money..."

"She thought at first about hiring a hit man. But that option didn't appeal to her either. Killing him wasn't good enough. She wanted to make him to suffer."

"So, Yuuka decided to give her sick husband exactly what he wanted."

"She offered the young woman, who came from a very poor family, an offer she couldn't refuse. In exchange for a monthly sum of money (more money than she could ever make working full time) she would help her get her revenge. Of course, she eagerly accepted."

"One day, while her husband slept, Yuuka gave him a tranquilizer.... And when he awoke, he was back in the young woman's bathroom once again... only this time... he was permanently installed where the toilet used to be."

Ashley grinned down at me.

"But you want to know what the best part is?"

"Yuuka was a doctor. She visited her husband every day... She took blood samples... checking for signs... for sepsis... his pH levels... She gave him supplements and water to keep his kidneys healthy... and she began using him herself. She even began to enjoy it... And no matter how much her husband begged to be released... Her anger was relentless. She kept him there. To the neighbors and her family, she played the grieving widow who's husband mysteriously disappeared... she played her role well. Nobody had any reason to doubt her..."

"Just like nobody will have any reason to doubt me. Abby's eyebrows raised. I fooled you didn't I?"

"Well... Yuuka's now 51 years old... And you want to know where her husband is this very day?" Ashly asked rhetorically.

"He's STILL there dangling in the bathroom of that now middle aged woman's home. He's been her and his wife's toilet for over two decades!"

My toothless jaw dropped. No fucking way is that possible. The poor fucker has been continuously used as a toilet for over 20 years?!?

"When Jessica told me this story I finally... for the first time in months... felt a wave of satisfaction. I thought of that sick little fucker dangling there. Forced into the most degrading role imaginable... Naked... Humiliated... tortured... for DECADES. Finely... I found a fate suitable... for YOU."

I just stared up at my wife in complete horror. I couldn't imagine a worse fate... I tried to imagine ways to escape... or even to kill myself... but it was hopeless. I was fucking stuck.

"So..."

Ashley smiled at horrified face as she got and stretched her legs.

"... do you see now? You'd be much better off accepting the facts of your situation sooner rather than later. Because Jessica and I are going to take excellent care of you... and you're going to be here for a long... LONG time."