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Porcelain Prison < Warning! Contains Toilet Transformation, with lots of Scat, Farts, and Pee! Proceed with caution! > ======================================================================================= CHAPTER 1 "Shit! The toilet's busted!" Brandi exclaimed, the bone dry bowl mocking her. Her stomach groaned, a guttural protest of last night's late fast food binge. She could tell from experience that there was going to be a calling she would need to answer, and soon. She had hoped to get a head start on nature, but when she got to the bathroom to settle in for what was sure to be a lengthy dump she realized that she'd be holding on for quite a while longer unless a solution was found. A pressure on her backdoor informed Brandi that time was of the essence. Thinking on her feet she remembered the TF App she had downloaded last week. It was supposed to be able to turn people into any object they wanted, maybe she could get a functioning toilet out of it. There was one problem, she needed someone who would be willing, or gullible enough to let her transform them. Brandi scrolled though her contacts, desperately searching for someone who she could call on. "Amy... No... Brad? No.. Emily.." She muttered, pausing on the number of the girl she shared a few school projects with years ago. They weren't friends, hardly even acquaintances, but she lived in the same building as her, and she had always been a bit of a pushover. Another long groan spurred her into action. Brandi quickly tapped out a text to her potential prey, asking if she could come over and help out with an emergency. She made sure to include lots of despairing emojis, just to drive her point home. Emily had been enjoying a nice day to herself, resting on the couch watching a true crime show. She yawned just as her phone went off, vibrating loudly on the coffee table in front of her. She scooped it up, frowning as she read the message. She hadn't talked to Brandi in years, not since their world history project at the very least, and now she was messaging her out of the blue with some emergency? True, they were still friends on Facebook, but she was friends with a lot of people on Facebook. She let out a sigh, wondering if she should just ignore it and move on, but despite her better judgement she texted back. "Depends, what do you want?" She asked, turning off her show about the recent increase in TF App related abuse and sentient item trafficking, getting to her feet and heading into her room to change out of her sweats into something better for leaving her apartment. "There's a bit of an emergency over here and no one else I know can help in time.." Brandi texted back, her butt cheeks clenched in a desperate attempt to hold off the inevitable. "I know it's out of the ordinary and I would never ask normally, but please, I'm desperate!" She hoped those messages sounded urgent enough to draw Emily over, as time was running out and she didn't know how long she could hold on. "Y does this always happen on my day off?" Emily texted back moodily. She huffed, then stepped out of her sweats, changing her clothes and pulling on a pair of jeans and a blouse. "Fine. Give me 5 mins I'll be over" She responded, rolling her eyes in disbelief that she was even doing this. She still didn't even know what the hell Brandi needed. She just had to assume she'd tell her when she got there. "Probably needed her to watch a pet or something for a few hours..." she thought as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Brandi pumped her fist enthusiastically as the confirmation text rolled in. She was ecstatic that her plea had worked, and started preparing for her victim to arrive. Opening up the app, she scrolled through the options before selecting a nice looking toilet. Annoyingly it was a premium option, but she was desperate and paid the $5 to unlock it anyway. A drawn out groan rumbled out of her guts as she hurriedly selected settings, neglecting to change the defaults for time length and sensory status from "Indefinite" and "Senses Intact" in her haste. Just as she finished her preparations the doorbell buzzed, signalling the arrival of her "plumber." A short jaunt to the door later and she greeted her guest with a wide grin. "Em! Thank you so much for coming!!" Despite the inconvenience Emily smiled back, offering a curt greeting as she stepped inside. Once the door closed Emily looked around, it was the first time she'd been over at Brandi's, despite being invited a few times for parties or get together's. Nine times out of ten they'd occur on days she had to work and the rest of the time she talked herself out of it, reasoning that she barely knew Brandi from Adam, so it wasn't a big deal if she skipped out on it. "Nice place" She said, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over the two. "So what is it you wanted? Because if you need me to move a couch or something you probably called the wrong person." A manicured smile flashed onto Brandi's face as she forced herself to laugh at Emily's self deprecating joke. "Oh no, nothing like that!" she replied, her eye twitching as she held back a particularly powerful escape attempt out her backdoor. "It's actually just down the hall there, I'm just going to grab something from the kitchen and meet you down there. First door on your right!" Before Emily could respond Brandi sidestepped around the corner, maintaining her clench through sheer willpower alone. She planned to sneak behind Emily as she walked down the hall, then ambush her before she could fight back. With how petite the woman was, she was pretty sure she could take her in a fight, if she wasn't also fighting another battle in her intestines that is... Emily frowned, raising an eyebrow at the woman's weird behavior, the slight flush on her cheeks and her twitchy eye, and the slight squat that she seemed to be maintaining. She couldn't shake the odd feeling that something was up, but she'd come this far. "Maybe she just kept what she'd need for this in the kitchen drawer or something" She thought, before shrugging and heading down the hallway, completely oblivious to Brandi peeking her head around the corner and watching her walk away. She headed down the hall, arriving at the door Brandi had indicated. She turned the knob and pushed it open to find an immaculate bathroom...all except for the toilet, which didn't have any water. "You do know i'm not a plumber, right?" She called over her shoulder. As she turned to shout down the hall, she caught a glimpse of Brandi standing behind her, holding her phone out. Before she could question her an electronic beep chimed, a robotic voice announced, "Beginning Transformation." Then everything faded to white... Emily snapped back to reality a second later, dazed and confused. The bathroom around her slowly came back into focus as she regained her faculties. She tried to rise, but her body refused to move, her hands and feet seemingly bolted to the floor, and perhaps more confusingly, her mouth was full of cool, clear water. She could still see Brandi though, standing in front of her, her phone still clutched in her hand. "Wow! Didn't think it would work that quickly..." Brandi mused, taking a couple steps towards her new toilet. "Can you hear me?" She called, pausing and waiting for her toilet to talk back." Hello? God, I should've read the instructions more carefully.." A groan interrupted the inspection of her new fixture, reminding her of the reason behind this whole affair. "Urgh... Right. Time to put you to work!" Without another word she turned around, unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them down over her rotund ass. Next came her underwear, sliding over her clenched cheeks and dropping to the floor. She sat down heavily, her ass impacting the plastic seat with a thud. The twitching rosebud sealed between her cheeks was revealed as she settled in, her cheeks filling the entirety of the opening and blocking out all light. The toilet that once was human watched in growing horror as the woman disrobed in front of her, then proceeded to sit on her face. All at once she realized what had happened, the memories of the program she had been watching flashing through her mind. This was ridiculous! Using that app just to replace her damn toilet! "Turn me back right now!" She protested, furious that she would even do this to her. However the half-naked woman didn't seem to hear, or if she did she didn't respond. Emily glowered as she waited for Brandi to have her fun, then take the phone out and turn her back. This had to be some sick joke... "Hope you're ready Em! This is gonna be a big one!" She said over her shoulder, her asshole screaming for release. Emily's blood ran cold. "Don't you fucking dare!" She cried, beginning to thrash and kick, trying her damnedest to rip herself free, to buck the bare ass off of her lips. For all Emily's struggles, Brandi felt not a one. To her it just felt like she was sitting on a regular, average, run of the mill toilet, and anybody who could see her right now would say the same. Brandi prepared herself for the sweet relief she'd been seeking since this ordeal started. All it would take was for her to relax her anus to unleash hell on her transformed victim. Reaching back, she spread her cheeks, making sure that there was optimal space for her sure to be mammoth turd to exit cleanly. For a moment all was still, but then the tight little ring above her started to twitch as Emily struggled and screamed at the top of her little lungs. Then, as if in slow motion, the thing began to expand, releasing the most monstrous of solid logs Emily had ever witnessed. The massive B.M. poked out of her hole, cresting the muscled ring and unleashing its stink into the clean air of the bowl. She almost forgot to scream as its foul stench rolled over her nostrils, stinging her eyes and making her stomach heave. The anus expanded to give room for the wide log of shit, ballooning in size as the turd advanced outward. Sickening noises heralded its exit as the mass hung dangerously close to breaking. Up above, she could hear the soft, relieved groans of the woman seated atop her. She couldn't see her face, but she could feel the subtle shifts in her body as her muscles clenched and relaxed, she could feel the heat from both her and her very rapidly descending bowel movement, and she could taste the sweat her ass was producing on her lips. Finally gravity took over, grabbing hold of the dangling dump and dropping it down into the ice cold water. "O-oh god! Oh god no!" Emily cried as the turd dropped. It landed with a resounding splash that only she could witness properly, slamming into her mouth and quickly filling her tongue with the most disgusting taste she had ever been privy to. Water sloshed, splashing upwards, slapping Brandi's rear end with its cold wetness as Emily let out a non stop scream of disgust and anger. A burst of gas exploded out of the gaping hole after it, no longer contained by the plug that had previously held it back. The noxious fart added to the already potent stench swirling around the bowl, kept sealed inside by the tight thighs of the woman sighing on top. The asshole flared open again, squeezing out another pillar of past meals from deep within Brandi's gut. Emily let out a fresh wave of screams as the new shit slithered out, pushing free like it was late for a meeting! This one was squishier, less well formed, and coiled itself down into the water below as it squirmed out of the messy hole. The mass fell into her mouth long before it broke off from Brandi, coiling within her lips and staining her tongue with a sticky, wet, slimy feeling, along with the smell of a broken sewer line. All the while, Emily cried, sobbed, begging to be released from her torment. What she wanted more than anything in the world right now was to sew Brandi's ass shut, smash her head in for even considering this, and then jump out the nearest window. After an excruciatingly long time the second, longer shit was done. Just as Emily began another wail of protest for her situation, the woman's ass let out another loud blast, spraying flecks of shit across the bowl as it pumped toxic fumes into the contained environment. She felt Brandi sigh with relief as her porcelain mouth was further defiled. A few more farts fizzled out of Brandi's gaping ass, the swirling miasma of gas almost visibly thick inside the bowl. She sat for another minute, seeing if anything else was going to come creeping out of her bowels, but the assault seemed to be over. However, just as she was about to get up a different kind of pressure informed her of another urge. She shrugged, figuring that she may as well take care of this now while she was here. Although Emily hoped it was over, she feared far more as Brandi sat there and waited. She felt the woman shift above her, before a hot shower of deep yellow piss sputtered out of Brandi's crotch. The acrid, foul smelling liquid began to tinkle into the bowl beneath Brandi, raining down on the mountain of shit coiled around the bowl, dissolving the brown waste into a sludgy mess that spread throughout the water and creating a brand new, far worse taste. The pungent smell and the hot, briny taste intensified upon each other, making Emily scream and thrash with renewed vigor. Soon enough the entire bowl was stained a deep, disgusting shade of yellow-y brown. Her mouth was burning hot, filled with Brandi's waste. The gas was so thick within her that it threatened to choke her. And yet, despite all this, she didn't have the capability to do anything to get rid of it. She could neither swallow to force it down, nor vomit to spit it up, she was trapped in a purgatory there was no escape from, with the foulness in her mouth, the constant pressure of Brandi's backside atop her, and the oppressive heat. As the piss waterfall slowed to a piss trickle, Brandi finally decided her executive time was coming to an end. With a huff she hoisted her ass into the air, releasing the fumes from the bowl and finally giving her a taste of her own medicine. "Whew! God that reeks!" She exclaimed, pinching her nose shut to escape the stench, a simple act that was bound to draw jealously from her new toilet. Emily felt some relief as Brandi raised herself from her lips, her ass cheeks colliding with a soft clap. A fresh wave of rage and hatred came rushing in as Brandi made a comment about the smell she had made. The bowl was, well it was a disaster zone. A thick swamp of yellow with little islands of brown, dominated by one mountain of shit that stuck out from the back of Emily's throat, and rose tall and proud from the sea of shitty piss. The roll of pleated paper spun as Brandi pulled off a portion, reaching back behind her while pulling one ass cheek apart from its twin. She stood over the toilet as she wiped, shimmying the wad of paper across her asshole before dropping the soiled paper down into the bowl to mingle with the rest of her waste. After a couple more wipes she decided she was clean enough, bent over and pulled up her underwear, the thin strip of fabric disappearing between her cheeks. Next came her jean shorts, tugged over her massive ass with some effort. The whole time her waste was stewing in the bowl, congealing and marinating until it was a swampy mess. "Hurry up!" Emily cried as the underwear and jean shorts were yanked back into place on Brandi's hips. "J-just turn me back! Just turn me back!" She begged. True, the first thing she'd do once she had arms again was strangle the life out of Brandi, but that didn't stop her from crying out for this all to end. The toilet watched with desperation as Brandi stretched and turned around, relieved that she didn't have to constantly clench her asshole anymore. She couldn't imagine having to do that any longer, it was torture! Her arm outstretched, reaching towards the handle that would activate the flush and finally allow her toilet to dispose of the horrid mess she had made. Closer, closer, almost there.... *Bzzzzzzzrt* Brandi's hand withdrew at the sound of her door's buzzer going off. "Huh? Who's that? Oh right! The pizza I ordered!" She exclaimed, turning and rushing out of the bathroom to answer the door. "W-what? No! Wait! Get back here! Get the fuck back here!" Emily screamed. But it was too late, Brandi was gone. Emily's scream of impotent rage could've shook the room. The only thing that it seemed to accomplish however was making part of the shit mountain slid into the bowl, slipping beneath the water with a plop. Hours passed, and Emily could do nothing but sit with a mouth full of Brandi's waste as the shit festered and melted. The mass slowly broke down, the floating bits lost their buoyancy and dropped to the bottom of the bowl, the mountain stayed lodged where it was, mostly untouched by the lake around it. The masses beneath the surface rolled and tumbled in the slight current, rolling as the hot water traded places with cold, over and over again, smearing the bottom of her mouth. A fly buzzed through the room at one point, and Emily could see it disappearing into her mouth to feast. This was hell, well and truly, and the only thing that kept her going, kept her sane, was the thoughts of revenge. She wanted to hurt Brandi in impossibly violent and horrible ways. A mighty yawn from the next room interrupted her thoughts, followed by the noise from the TV abruptly stopping. She heard the sounds of Brandi's footsteps passing by, the stink floating up from Emily's mouth filling the small hall way adjacent to her cell. Brandi's nose wrinkled as she passed by her bathroom, the wafting stench reminding her of her forgetfulness. "Oh shit, forgot to flush. Hate when that happens.." She said, pinching her nose as she traipsed towards the toilet. A quick plunge of the lever and the toilet roared to life, sending fresh water swirling down into the bowl to sweep away what remained of her past meals. Emily let out a new cry, this time one of relief and vindication. The swampy sludge spun and sunk, disappearing into the hole at her throat at the bottom of the bowl with a gurgling, sputtering noise. With a furious amount of swallowing she felt it pass from her throat, into what she assumed was her stomach, and out again. Cool, clear, fresh water filled her mouth once more, and Emily found herself crying, except it was tears of joy this time. Her ordeal was over, the waste was gone. When the feelings of relief finally subsided, Brandi had gone, leaving Emily in the semi darkness of a dimly lit restroom. She could hear Brandi moving in her bedroom a few doors down, supposedly preparing for bed.
CHAPTER 2 The maddening hum of the units AC droned on, the only sound keeping Emily company throughout the long night. Left alone to her thoughts, she couldn't help but think of what could happen to her beyond this... At some point, Brandi had to remember, she had to recall how she had gotten the toilet working again, no one was that dense. On the other hand, what if she just left her like this? What if the rest of her days revolved around the woman's butt! Surely someone would figure out where she went! After she didn't show up for work they'd probably track her text messages or something! But that could take days and TF app abuse was hard to prove! Oh god what if- "What was that?" Her inner monologue was interrupted as a half-asleep Brandi stumbled in, her eyes still closed, the bathroom lights still off. "H-hey! When are you...HEY!" Emily cried as the sleepy woman pulled down her pajama pants and plopped down on her open mouth, immediately releasing a jet of piss. The foul stream, which was a light tinkling to Brandi, brought pure agony to Emily. She once again tried to buck Brandi off but the woman didn't even seem to notice. Again the sour taste of piss filled the bowl, this time pure and strong, untainted by shit but just as awful in its own right. When she was done she got up and dabbed herself dry, then flushed and left again, leaving her toilet alone in the dark once more. At least this time she had flushed... Minutes ticked by, turning into hours, the monotony finally ended by the harsh buzzing of an alarm clock. Brandi slapped the button to quiet her clock, then lazily slid out of bed and stomped to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth without words, although who would she talk to? Her toilet? Emily tried to call out to Brandi as she got ready for her day, but as usual she got no response. The rest of Brandi's morning went by as usual. A bowl of cereal, checking in on social media, getting dressed and putting on makeup, then finally leaving for work. Silence returned to the house as the door slammed shut, the whirring of the AC unit's fan droning on. At least with the coming of the sun Emily had some visibility, and some break in the monotony. The AC unit was still her only friend, but she now had the chirping of birds and the voices from the street to occupy her to some degree. Hours later, the toilet's meandering thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing, and multiple people chatting. "Hey did you guys see that one movie? You know the one with the guy that does that thing?" Brandi asked, making rather useless motions with her hands in an attempt to get her point across. "Real descriptive B..." Kara, one of her guests, said. "Infinity War?" Jill, another friend, replied. "Yes!! See I knew I made sense!" Brandi exclaimed, dumping her bag on the kitchen counter before heading for the living room. Her friends joined her, chatting about their days and lounging for a while on the couch. Meanwhile the lonely toilet listened in to what she could overhear, muffled as it was from down the hall. Emily groaned to herself. Had she been able to she would've slammed her head into the wall. Of course she'd bring people home! From the sounds of it, there was at least three people out there, maybe more... "I'm so glad to be out of there!" One of the girls muttered with a sigh dramatically. Emily could just make out the weariness in her voice and a soft thud. She had just flopped onto the couch and judging by the even softer noises a second later, she had kicked off her shoes. Emily couldn't hear anything for a second or two before that same voice asked. "So B, you got anything good to eat around here? Can't really have a girl's night with no snacks!" There was a soft chorus of agreement from the others, all looking at their hostess. Brandi chuckled nervously, she had forgotten to get snacks again. "Well uh..." She stared, before a bunch of groans echoed out from around her. "Come on Brandi? Again?" Stephanie complained, clearly fed up with going snackless for a third time. "You do this every time we do movie night at your place!" "Hey hey guys, chill. We can just order pizza, or Chinese, or something right?" Trisha said, ever the voice of reason. "Yeah! I got this guys, there's this new Chinese fusion place that just opened over on Newman St. It's super close and super delicious!" Brandi offered, trying to save face. A mumbled agreement from the rest of the group sealed the deal, so Brandi got up and dialed the shop, heading into the bathroom to get away from the chatter. She had a hard enough time understanding the heavy accents of the owners without having to tune out her friends. "Yeah hi. I'd like the 7 person family meal. Yes. No, no extras. Well, maybe a box of spring rolls. Oh make the kung pao extra spicy! Yeah that's it. Thanks!" She ordered, pacing back and forth in front of the toilet while she rattled off her request. Emily's blood ran cold. Seven!? Oh god! She could barely handle one! With a renewed desperation, she started yanking and tugging at her bolts, trying to rip herself free. Every tug on her bonds was emphasized by a loud squeal of effort, followed by maddening panting. It was extra disturbing to the poor woman because there was no sure fire sign that she was actually doing anything. The water didn't slosh, there was no actual sound when she took a breath, she didn't even hear any creaking beneath her! She grimaced, took a deep breath and screamed "Somebody help me!!!" "Okay girls, back to business. What the fuck are we going to watch this time?" Jill asked, her voice all business. "Who gets to pick first flick?" "Well I wanted to watch-" Brandi started, before being interrupted by Trisha. "Oh no no no Miss No Snacks. You lost first flick privileges. I think Steph should pick, she hasn't in awhile." "Oh okay! Ummm..... Oh! No... umm.." Steph mumbled indecisively, eliciting a groan from the other women. "Steph'll take forever to decide! We'll be here all night." Jill huffed, crossing her arms indigently. "Fine! You choose then Jill!" Steph said, getting up and walking towards the hallway. "I've got to take a leak anyway." Emily hadn't been paying attention to the conversation until the phrase "Got to take a leak" came up. Her eyes widened, "N-no! Not again! Please not again!" She cried as Steph entered the bathroom, stomping her feet in annoyance as she checked herself in the mirror. "P-please be lying!" Emily cried "Please just need to fix your hair! Please just be...no! No no no no no!" Satisfied with her hair, Steph turned and approached the toilet. She spun on her heel and dropped her pants, tugging her underwear out of her crack and down her legs, then plopping down onto the seat, practically slamming her ass onto Emily's face. This was immediately followed by a torrent of urine, spraying into her mouth with such force it bounced off the porcelain in front of her before splashing into the water's below. "A-ah! S-stop! Stop it hurts!" She cries. It was like being sprayed in the lower jaw by a high force fire hose! The stench of piss filled the toilet bowl as the stream splashed into the clear water, quickly turning it a bright yellow. This continued for what felt like an hour, before finally the trickle came to a stop, leaving Emily panting. The last few drops dripped into the bowl as Steph stood and hiked her underwear back up. "Y-you ba- GULP!" Emily's savage comment was cut off by the flush, Steph had barely even looked at her as she got to her feet and washed her hands, leaving her alone in the bathroom once again. Steph entered just as Kara laid down the final selection for the movie they'd be watching. "Okay, so everyone's in agreement that we'll be watching Bird Box first?" A chorus of affirmatives replied, so Kara scrolled through Netflix and started the movie. "Scooch over Amy." Steph said, aiming for a spot on the already packed couch. "There isn't much room left.. Not with Molly's big booty on it" Amy teased, poking her close friend in the arm as she shimmied sideways. "Rude! My ass isn't that big." She shot back, albeit with some admittance that she did in fact, have a rather large posterior. "Shhh guys the movies starting!" Kara shushed. The girls settled in to the view experience quickly, although there was still a fair amount of joking around whenever something they considered silly happened on screen. About half way through the movie the doorbell rang, and Brandi bounded up to answer it, expecting the food to have arrived. It was in fact the food, and the sweet and savory smells of stir fried noodles soon filled the air. The girls paused their movie as they each gathered a plate of food, going at the various dishes buffet style until they each had their own heaping portion. Once everyone was fed they all sat down again and resumed the show, just with much more chewing noises this time... Emily let out a soft whimper, she couldn't help but feel as if the girls were preparing themselves for her. As if they were just getting themselves ready to come back there and make her life a living hell. This, obviously, was not the case, not one of the girls spared the poor toilet any thought as they loaded up on the tasty tasty food. It didn't take long, however, before one of the girl's with weaker taste buds found out what Brandi had done in ordering. "Owowowowowoww Hot hot hot hot!" Trisha cried, hopping up from the couch. Kara paused the movie while Trisha ran from the room and made a beeline for the kitchen. Emily could just make out the sounds of the fridge opening and closing, a plastic cap hitting the floor, and someone drinking something very fast. "Okay, that was totally not okay, Brandi!" Trisha whined, returning to the living room, fanning her mouth. "Warn me next time!" "Sorry Trish! I forgot you've got a thing against spicy foods!" Brandi apologized. "Hey you didn't drink the milk in there did you?" "Yeah... its the best thing to get rid of the burning.. Why?" Trisha replied, a hint of worry in her voice. "I think it expired like a week ago.." Brandi said sheepishly, hoping to avoid any further blame aimed at her. Trisha paled, her stomach gurgled loudly. "Oh.. go- urp!" She moaned, a sickly burp interrupting her. Without another word she made a beeline for the bathroom, pushing past the apologetic Brandi. The word expired set off alarm bells for Emily. "Oh no..." She squeaked just as Trisha said something very similar down the hall. She heard hurried foot steps, then the bathroom door flung open as Trisha burst in, rushing to the toilet and flinging the seat up. "W-wait! The trash can! Go for the trash can! Noooo!" She cried as the green-faced woman made a beeline straight towards her. A second later her lip was flung upwards and away from her body, the woman's face came into full view, her black hair framing the green tint on her cheeks. Trisha heaved and gagged, a rush of bile, chunky milk, and chewed chinese food flooding out of her mouth and into the bowl of the toilet. The clear water quickly turned a myriad of colors, sickly green and yellowish-brown, as her stomach contents churned into the bowl. The vomit coated almost every inch of the porcelain within with acidic bile. Despite everything, the shame, the humiliation, all of it, Emily found that the vomit was probably the best tasting thing she had had since this whole terrible event started. The sour taste of bile and the curdled chunks of milk mixed horribly with the sweet and sour chicken and tangy noodles, but still, compared to the shit monster Emily had to deal with last night it was far better, and admitting that just made Emily sob more. Trisha heaved a few more times, a dribble of vomit dripping into the water as her red face twisted in discomfort. Once her stomach was done ejecting the rotten milk, she stood and wobbled to the sink, then washed her face with warm water and brushed her teeth, being sure to use Brandi's toothbrush. "Oh hell no! Get this out of me right the hell now!" Emily screamed as Trisha made to leave. For once, her words were heeded. Trisha paused, seeming to remember something, then turned around and plunged the lever, then stormed back out to give Brandi a piece of her mind and a lecture on cleaning out your fridge. Emily let out a sigh of relief as the mess disappeared from her tongue, leaving her bowl pristine again. Trisha chewed out Brandi for awhile when she returned, much to the chagrin of everyone who just wanted to watch the movie, although they were getting a different kind of show as Brandi repeatedly apologized while shrinking into her chair, the fuming Trisha looming over her. Once the grievances had been aired the movie resumed, this time with less interruptions. When the credits rolled everyone decided that a break was in order, so the group broke into smaller groups to chat for a bit before the second movie began. Molly nudged Amy as she returned from clearing her plate, "Hey Amy, I've gotta pee. Come with?" She asked, pointing down the hall. Amy shrugged, "Sure why not." She replied, nodding and following her close friend down the hall. Molly and Amy had been friends since they were 5, and there were few boundaries left in their relationship, so such a request hardly even phased her anymore. As the pair entered the bathroom Molly headed for the toilet, while Amy closed the door and the hopped up on the counter, pulling out her phone as she got comfortable. Molly hiked up her dress and pulled down her underwear, then shimmied backwards, her ass wobbling side to side as she positioned herself for release. "Wait!" Amy suddenly exclaimed, prompting Molly to pause mid sit. "The seat's up!" "Good looking out girl!" Molly said, reaching back and flipping the seat down, the plastic circle landing with a crack on the porcelain rim of the toilet. She then resumed her interrupted maneuver, plopping down on the seat with a thump. Her ass spilled over the edges of the seat, blocking out all light below and shrouding the bowl in darkness. The sound of piss splattering onto the walls of the toilet filled the room as the two women chatted, completely at ease with being in the same room while going to the bathroom. Amy even took a cheeky selfie of the two of them, although she probably wouldn't post it, probably. "So that guy from work? He's into me right?" Molly said, pausing between sentences to push her piss out faster. "Mark? Oh totally. Did you see how fast he jumped out of his chair to get your request from the printer? Dude's in love with you." Amy replied. "Mark? Oh I was talking about Jason. You think Mark's into me too?" Molly said, her stream slowing to a trickle. "Definitely. I mean Jason is too, he nearly split his coffee walking by your desk when you were rooting around down there setting up your computer last week." "Ha! I probably should've got someone from IT to do it, but I had work to do! I'm a busy woman!" Through the whole conversation about office romances Emily was screaming, screaming so hard and so loud that, had either of them been able to hear her, the sound would've echoed off the bathroom walls. But the two carried on, happily chatting while Amy messed around on her phone and Molly's tinkle came to a stop. Emily let out a sigh of relief as Molly started to get up, her ass cheeks jiggling in front of her as Jill's voice called from the other room. "Molls? Amy? We're getting the next movie queued up!" "Yeah!" Steph pipped up "Moll let Amy out of your crotch and lets start this!" It was always Steph's job to make those types of jokes at the two's expense, it didn't really phase much of anyone anymore. "Don't forget to flush." Amy said as she slipped off the counter, prompting a sigh of relief from Emily. "We don't want to leave a ring on it." "Yes Mom." Molly teased, reaching over and pushing the handle down in an exaggerated motion, prompting Amy to roll her eyes and laugh. The pair excited the bathroom together, after Molly washed her hands of course, then headed back into the living room and reclaimed their spots on the sofa. "Sooo, how'd Molly taste tonight?" Steph joked, prodding Amy with her finger. "Better than your mom last night." Amy shot back, grinning smugly as the rest of the girls oooed and Steph admitted defeat. "Alright, alright, calm down kids." Kara said, tapping the remote and starting the next movie, John Wick. The sounds of gunfire echoed down the hallway as the action flick flashed across the screen, captivating the girls, aside from Trisha who wasn't an action fan. About halfway through the movie suddenly stopped, provoking a chorus of questions as Kara stood and blocked the screen. "Sorry girls, gotta go to the ladies room." She explained, stepping over the coffee table and heading down the hall. "Aww come on Kay!" Steph whined in response. "We'll be here for like an hour the way you do it!" Kara ignored her. The door swung open and shut as Kara entered. She paused to check herself in the mirror before continuing to the toilet, clearly in a bit of a hurry to get situated. Emily let out another soft whimper as Kara approached. "Please no.." She moaned, her loud screams had faded to small, desperate little whimpers by this point. She begged Kara to just use the sink, or the shower or something, anything besides her! But Kara, as so many had before her, was completely oblivious to her plight. Kara checked the seat for any back splash that hadn't been cleaned up, but was satisfied and turned to sit, tugging off her leggings and underwear in one smooth motion. Her backside crashed down onto Emily's lips, soon after sitting the redhead unleashed her bladder, the concentrated piss spraying into the bowl and soaking it in its acrid stench. Kara liked to think she had a stronger bladder than most, and was able to go most of the day without needing a bathroom break, but unfortunately that meant that her pee usually stunk pretty bad by the time she did go. "A-ah!" Emily cried, the sour, bitter, musky liquid quickly staining the water below it a cloudy sort of yellow. She began to sob again, but she hardly even tried to buck Kara off. She knew it wouldn't accomplish much. Kara took several long minutes to empty her bladder, filling Emily's mouth with that disgusting taste and that oppressive heat again. But finally, mercifully, Kara started to rise. "Y-yes...get off....please get..." Kara paused, her ass hanging mid rise. Then Emily heard the phrase that made her blood run cold. "No time like the present I suppose..." Kara mumbled to herself, plopping back down and spreading her cheeks in preparation of her new addition to the toilet's next meal. "O-oh god! Not again!" The toilet cried as Kara plopped back down. Now the bucking started. The last time she had experienced a 'meal' she had been stuck with for hours! She was not in any hurry to repeat that. Kara sat and flexed her asshole for a bit, trying to work the bowel movement out of her system. It still had a ways to go until it was ready to see the light it seemed, so she retrieved her phone and scrolled through Instragram for a bit while occasionally pushing. The anticipation of the oncoming mess was the worst. Emily could hear and feel Kara's body working, feel her occasionally push and see in the almost total darkness of the bowl that the red head's pucker was pushing and doming, but just as she thought for sure that this was it, the hole relaxed. What felt like an hour passed and the very first of the shit poked the tip of its head out of the hole like a shy groundhog before slipping back inside when the sphincter squeezed shut too early. "Oh god!" Emily cried, but just as soon as the waste appeared, the ass hole clenched shut around it, leaving only a faint smear on the pucker. "Oh please be constipated!" She breathed, watching as Kara's back door quivered, puckering and unpuckering. No such luck, the crap slowly extended out towards her, dangling from Kara's backside until finally it dropped into the horribly warm pool beneath her with a quiet plop. Now that that way was paved, more hunks of waste slipped out from her bowels, eager to join their sibling at the pool party. Bouts of gas interceded the new party members, short puffs that added just a hint of new flavors to the already gag inducing mixture swirling below. The logs of shit slowly dissolved in the mildly acidic bath they fell into, their distinctly bitter taste creating a cocktail only to be appreciated by the toilet it was currently sitting in. Emily started to sob again, as Kara relieved herself at a slow, methodical pace. It seemed to be days before Kara finally decided she was satisfied, rising off poor Emily to reveal a toilet filled with dark yellow piss, and tiny fibrous fragments of what had once been shit. Kara stood and ripped off a wad of paper to wipe with. She rubbed her asshole in little circles, cleaning off the small amount of shitty stains from her relatively dry movement. A quick glance at the state of the TP told Kara that was satisfied she was clean enough. "I'm not getting my ass licked tonight anyway..." She muttered to herself, a fond memory flashing through her mind. After unceremoniously tossing the soiled paper into the bog, she plunged the handle and washed her hands, humming absentmindedly to herself as she fixed a few stray hairs. Some of the girls were calling for her to hurry up, so she hurried and left the room, apologizing profusely for taking so long. "Oh thank god!" Emily sobbed with relief as the taste vacated her tongue and disappeared down her throat. The intense feeling of gulping down shit and piss was worth it if only to feel the cool, clean water flow into her mouth again. "About time!" Steph scoffed as Kara returned, the red head squeezing onto the couch next to her. "What was that...15 minutes? What were you writing a novel in there?" "Hey, when nature calls I must answer." Kara replied, shrugging and grabbing the remote, hitting play before anyone else decided to tease her for being in the bathroom so long. The sound of gunfire resumed as the action packed movie started again, kicking the girls back into silence as they shoveled yet more luke warm Chinese food into their mouths. The movie was reaching its climax now, everyone was on the edge of their seats, and then... "Ooohh crap." Amy moaned, wincing as she clutched her stomach. Kara paused the movie as everyone turned to look at her. "I don't think this chinese is sitting well with me.." She continued, wincing as her stomach made another gurgling grumble. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" Molly asked, a look of concern on her face. "I can come with-" Amy groaned and stood up, holding her stomach, "No! No no, that's okay. I just need to-" Without even finishing her sentence she scurried off down the hall, her butt cheeks clenched for dear life. Emily had been half listening to the noises from outside the room, still trying to recover from Kara's cuisine. The women's voices were a bit too indistinct at times, but the movie was blaring and did quite a bit to break things up. Suddenly the loud movie stopped though, and Emily realized something was wrong. Her blood went cold as she heard more hurried footsteps, followed by Amy bursting into the room, clutching her stomach and frantically trying to remove her jeans. The panicked and desperate looking brunette, sweat beading on her forehead, rushed over to the toilet, hurriedly tugging down her jeans as she waddled across the room. "No!" Was all Emily managed to scream before Amy slammed her ass onto her lips. Not a moment later her asshole unleashed hell. A wave of sludgy shit sputtered out of her anus, the soft-serve waste dripping into the clear water and almost instantly dissolving. A burst of gas popped out not long after, spraying the entire bowl with a fine mist of shit spittle before the next round of liquidy diarrhea seeped out. Amy groaned as her anus burned, the spicy noodles coming back to bite her in the ass, literally. Her face contorted in discomfort as a long run of soupy crap extruded out of her back door, the almost never ending supply of waste beginning to pile up on the bottom of the bowl. The less dense material floated on top, bobbing and sinking before dissolving completely, turning the water a sickly brownish yellow. This was by far the worst, the sharp spicy stink filled Emily's mouth and the spices in the spray made her feel like she was getting pepper sprayed. Her eyes burned, her throat burned, her mouth burned, she felt like her whole body was on fire. "The air freshener is your friend!" Kara called, trying to be helpful as the horrid noises emanating from the bathroom made everyone cringe. Amy hardly even acknowledge the "helpful" advice though, since she was too busy squeezing her guts out of her asshole. For the next 10 minutes she sat on her porcelain throne, each time she thought the worst was over another round of toxic sludge spewed out of her battered sphincter. But finally, after a particularly loud burst of hot gas, it was over. She stood on shaky legs, the ring of the toilet seat indented into her butt cheeks from the prolonged sitting. After unwinding a long strip of toilet paper she began the process of cleaning up, wiping and scrubbing her soiled butt crack clean of the disgusting mess she had made. One look in the bowl was enough to make her gag, and the smell now permeating the room certainly didn't help things. As Amy was on her third wipe, a frantic knocking rattled the door, startling her. "Amy!! You need to open up right now!" Jill's voice called from behind the door. "Hold on! Almost done!" Amy replied, hurrying her clean up. "No! Like right now! Please!" Jill repeated, desperation wavering her voice. Amy realized what she meant and finished wiping, leaving dried shit stuck to her crack. "I haven't flushed yet!" She said as she unlocked the door. As soon as the lock clicked the door burst open, a desperate looking Jill framed in the doorway. She was holding her stomach and doubled over from exertion, her legs crossed in an attempt to hold on. "Outoutoutout!" She cried, pushing past Amy before slamming the door shut. "Just let her flush! Just let her flush!" Emily cried as the door burst open. "N-no no!" Jill wasted no time, quickly throwing her pants down and practically jumping onto the toilet. She hardly even noticed the horrific mess that Amy had made, or the pungent odor wafting through the room, there was only one thing on her mind, and it was not shitting herself. The petite blonde slammed her ass onto Emily's so hard that she felt like she had some how broken her teeth. Then, less than a second later, another down pour started, blasting into her with such ferocity that Emily felt like her jaw was broken. Had she been more present at that particular moment, she would've realized that this was probably the reason the toilet she had replaced was broken to begin with. However, Emily was too busy losing her mind with pain to focus too hard on that. Unlike Amy, everyone could hear Jill's violent, explosive movement. Steph physically winced. "Ooof...Okay that sounds bad" She muttered, actually unable to add a bit of snark to the statement. "Should...should we do something...?"Trisha asks timidly. Steph merely shook her head "Best to let her ride this out and then give her some pepto or something..." She sighed. "This is Thursday all over again... I don't even want to know what you had to do to get that crapper fixed B." "I needed to call in a favor, let's just leave it at that." Brandi replied, chuckling to herself. The sounds of Jill's violent diarrhea sputtered on for another five minutes. The screams coming from Emily suddenly stopped, replaced by guttural choking sounds as Jill decimated her mouth. Each second that passed more and more of the nasty, thick, chunky spew escaped from Jill's backside an coated the inside of Emily's mouth. Emily felt her vision going hazy, things were getting dark as the thick sludge choked the life out of her. She was dying. Jill was killing her with the contents of her bowels. And as sad as it was, Emily was welcoming it. She prayed that this would be it, that this would be the end and that where ever she went next it would be a place where she had no sense of smell or taste. By the time Jill was done there was a veritable mountain of shit piled onto the bottom of the toilet. There was so much in fact that it was hard to even tell if there was any water left in the bowl. Jill stood and wiped herself down, wincing in pain as she rubbed her sensitive asshole. As she limped down the hall and flopped onto the sofa, exhaustion written across her face, she turned to Brandi and snarled, "No... more... Chinese..." Amy chimed in with her agreement, her stomach still gurgling as it processed the scraps of her meal that hadn't been ejected earlier. "Sorry I didn't flush before you went in.." She said to Jill, reaching over and holding her knee. "I didn't even notice.." Jill sighed, just happy that her ordeal was over. "Wait. Did you get it to flush Jill?" Brandi asked, looking down the hall to the bathroom. "God no. That toilet's clogged to all hell." The weary blonde replied. As she entered the disaster zone, gunshots echoing down the hallway behind her, Brandi immediately began gagging. The rancid funk of two separate diarrhea attacks hung like a thick fog in the air, poisoning any who dared to draw breath near ground zero. Speaking of, the toilet was a nightmare. The pile of sludgy shit heaped in a mound in the center could induce vomiting just by being looked at, and the once white porcelain was now stained with brownish yellow splats. Despite her best interest Brandi closed the door and crept closer, retrieving the plunger from behind the sink and eyeing her monumental task warily. She knelt down next to the bowl, suppressing another wretch as she caught a strong whiff of its contents. "Heyyyy Em.. Tough first day on the job huh?" She said, feeling a little silly for talking to an inanimate object. She even waited for the toilet to respond before shaking her head, "Right. Toilets don't talk, duh. Anyway, don't worry I'll help you out. Just gotta... Umph.." Brandi jammed the plunger into the mound of shit, pushing it in with a sickening squelch. Once she managed to drag it down to the hole at the bottom she began pumping, forcing the crap through the packed pipes and out into the sewer. After ten pumps she tried a flush, but no dice, all it accomplished was packing more shit down into the U-bend. "Fuck.. This is disgusting.." She muttered to herself as she started pumping again. Ten minutes later, the sound of gurgling signaled her victory. The last of the soupy mess slipping away down the tubes. Brandi sighed and wiped her brow, setting the plunger down in the bowl. "Finally! Jeez that was gross. Hang tight Em, I'll be back when everyone leaves." Without another word she stood and washed her hands extra thoroughly, then left to see if she could catch the end of the movie. Emily was brought back to reality seconds later by something thick, wet, and disgusting slammed into her throat. She gagged, her vision returning as Brandi, her hair tied back behind her face and her face a little green, shoved the plunger over and over again into her mouth. "Ack! Acckh! Blacgh! N-Ack! N-no!" Emily cried as the mess within her throat gave way and passed down and through her yet again. "You son of a bitch! It was over! It was fucking over!" Emily screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes tearful as Brandi straightens back up and wipes her brow. She was made to swallow the remainder of the mess, her spittle washing away what was left on the plunger, glaring hateful daggers at Brandi's back as the latter washed her hands. Then.. then she spoke to her. She told her she'd be back after this all was over. "What!? You can't just leave me here! Get back here right now!" The toilet screamed, but once again, Brandi was gone. Emily's feral screams of rage would've sent birds skyward for miles around had she actually had a mouth to make that noise Brandi returned to her friends, brushing her wiping her hands against each other in a display of exhaustion. "Whew! You two really made a mess in there!" She exclaimed dramatically pointing at the blushing Amy and weary Jill. "Next time, don't order Chinese." Jill shot back. Everyone shared a laugh, just glad that the trouble was behind them. They then caught Brandi up on the ending of the movie, including a reenactment of the final scene performed by Molly and Steph. The rest of the evening wiled away into idle chatter, since it was getting to late to start a third movie. One by one Brandi's guests departed, until finally she was left alone again. "Oh hey, you sure you're okay with hosting again next week? I'm going to have relatives over so I can't host." Molly asked on her way out the door. "Oh yeah! Don't worry about it! I'll be sure to make snacks this time!" Brandi replied, smiling broadly and waving as Molly and Amy stepped outside. "Drive safe!" The door shut with a thud, silence falling over the living room for the first time all evening. Brandi sighed, then started tidying the plates and glasses scattered around the room, dumping them in the sink for future Brandi to deal with. As she was bending over to retrieve a dropped fork from under the coffee table, a familiar pang in her gut urged her to leave it and take care of other matters. A short jaunt later and she entered the bathroom, the slight stench of the night's horrors still hanging in the air. Brandi crinkled her nose as she stepped towards the toilet, removing the plunger and returning it to its holster under the sink. "Heya Em." She said as she looked down at the toilet. "What a night eh? Always love having those gals over.. Oh and don't worry you'll get to see them again next week." "Go sit on that plunger" Emily responded grumpily as Brandi started talking to her. "Sideways!" The toilet woman was not in the least bit happy. Her last great escape, the escape into the sweet embrace of death, had gone completely tits up. Now Brandi dares to come into the bathroom like everything was cool? Like she had just helped her out by moving the groceries into the kitchen? She, now more than ever, wanted nothing more than to subject Brandi to the same torment she had gone through, or worse! She wanted to use that damn app to turn Brandi into something edible, give it to one of her friends and let the woman's body rip her apart and... Brandi unceremoniously plopped down, interrupting Emily's ranting. The plastic seat creaked under her weight as she settled in. "Got another load for ya, hope you're not too full!" She said, chuckling to herself. Emily's eyes bulged in rage again. "Don't you fucking dare!" She screamed as the woman waltzed over to her and began to pull off her jeans. The larger woman's ass slapped against her seat with a soft, wet sounding slap, and Emily was once again subjected to the view of her enemy's undercarriage. "I'll fucking end you!" She screamed, trying to throw her again. "I'll fucking bury you up to your neck and install a fucking outhouse on top of you! And just see how the fuck you like it!" She continued to rant in such a fashion while Brandi relaxed. Brandi sighed, letting her asshole take over while she tapped away on her phone. It didn't take long for her shit to beginning snaking out of the wrinkled sphincter, the long, soft turd slowly coiling down into the water below. "Urgh.. Chinese almost gives me the natiest shits.." Brandi said to herself, wincing and pushing to force the rest of the crap out quicker. The tail end landed with a soft plop, floating a second before sinking below the water line and settling on the bottom of the bowl. Brandi's push spurred her bladder into action as well, a hot jet of piss shooting out of her cunt and splashing against the side of the bowl. A sputtering, wet fart gurgled out of her ass, hissing and popping while spraying the area in a fine mist of shit. Although it physically pained her to say it, although it was the absolute worst... Emily had to admit one thing about this particular part of the night. Compared to the massive, earth shattering, fist clenching, bowel breaking, toilet killing movement that Amy and Jill had presented her with, at least this one was manageable. This tasted just as foul, just as spicy, just as nostril burning and eye watering, but at least it didn't hate fuck her to death. Brandi continued offloading her waste into the toilet, completely content with shitting into a former living being. To her it was just a toilet now, and toilets were good for nothing else but taking her shit. Finally, after a solid four minutes of pushing out farts and skinny turds, she leaned to the side and started wiping, not wanting to risk dripping any of the wet shit on her pants. It took some time to clean herself up to the point she felt sure she wouldn't make a mess, but eventually she stood and finished up with a few thorough rubbings of her asshole. After dropping the last of the soiled paper behind her, a brown stained topper to the pile of crap filling the bowl, she reached back and pushed the plunger. "Thanks again Em! I'll see you in the morning, unless I need to piss again tonight..." She said casually over her shoulder as she left the room, flicking the light off and heading to her bedroom. Emily let out a loud gurgling gulp that only she could hear. She started to sob again. "I hate you..." She cried as the lights went out, leaving with only the sounds of her reservoir refilling with water, and Brandi getting into bed. Then, silence. The first night, she had hated this silence, she had wanted something, anything to take her mind off her failed escape attempts, the monotony, the fear... The silence had been oppressive then, now it was a comfort. The hours she spent in the cold, dark silence with just the gentle hum of the AC and the occasional shifting of bed springs was now like coming home to a welcoming hug after a long day of hard, humiliating, and depressing work. She cried herself hoarse, then, in the night she realized probably the most important thing a toilet could realize. When the people of the home were asleep, she wasn't being used. For the first time all night, her mouth was clean, and she was, well not happy, but she was at peace. Emily let out a relieved sigh, and just basked in the quiet of the night. |
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