"I have nowhere else to go, please don't do this to me."

"What do you want me to do about it? I don't want you here anymore. We broke up two years ago!"

My mind was racing and I really knew I couldn't take another day on the streets. Being homeless is tough, but when there are five people trying to kill you, it's even worse.

"You have to! Please! There are people trying to kill me out here."

"Jesus, Tom, what the fuck did you get yourself into..... Come in, but you're not staying."

She made me tea and we talked about what had happened since the breakup. All within 3 weeks after Andrea dumped me, I got laid off from my construction job because my old boss wanted me to do something awful, my landlord died and a multi-billion dollar company took over the building and evicted every tenant to tear down the building for something nicer, and then my sister, my only family and the ones my parents left everything to, committed suicide and that meant I was left with none of my parents' old fortune. I went from being someone to nothing in 21 days.

Since then, I've been trying to find work, but my boss slandered me all around the city and I couldn't find work outside of being a low-level criminal on behalf of the mob. They had me shake down people, but I sucked at it. One guy made me kiss his boots and then sent me back with a black eye instead of the $300 he owed. They told me that I was now on the hook for his $300 and told me they would kill me. I knew they were serious because it was the low family on the totem pole and they wanted very badly to climb up.

"So now I'm on the run."

"Tom, you can't even be a piece of shit, right... I'm not going to let you stay here, but... That thing your boss wanted you to do... Maybe you could go do it, but like, I dunno, full time?"

"Andrea, you can't be serious... I'm not doing that. That's disgusting."

Andrea shifted in her chair, her large ass cheeks raising her as she fixed her posture, "Actually, I am serious. I think you should do it. You're not a man and you're really worthless to society. So maybe you should find ways to serve those of us that are so much better than you. You know what? I think you're going to do that thing for her, but you're also going to do it for me. And I think you'll find that being a toilet is a good use of your talents because you're such a giant piece of shit, and while it's usually 'you are what you eat', in your case, I think you should eat what you are. Do it. Get on your back for me. Be your ex-girlfriend's toilet."

She stood up and started motioning at me, "Come on, Andrea. I'm not going to be your toilet. This is fucked up. It was fucked up when Vicky asked me to do this, but you?"

"Difference is, Tom, that I'm not fucking asking. Now, get on your back."

Andrea is a fitness trainer and specializes in helping women get that big butt with the lift they've always wanted. Andrea's also got some serious genetics that made it so her huge ass only got bigger. That was one of the reasons she left me, too. She got offers to sell supplements on her Instagram and became rich. My parents died, left everything to my sister, and so I no longer had any money which was why she was with me in the first place.

Andrea slapped my face, "I'm not saying it again. I'm going to enjoy making you eat my shit. Wasted two years of my life by not inheriting your parents' money. That should have been mine!"

She kicked me hard and I dropped to the ground, without thinking I rolled on my back and opened my mouth, "Fine, you can shit in my mouth, but please don't kick me again! Please!"

"It sounds like you're begging for it. I like the idea of that. Beg me. Beg me right here and right now to shit in your mouth. Beg me to take a shit in your mouth."

"Please! Please do it!"

"Do what, toilet?"

"Please shit in my mouth! Please take a huge shit in my mouth! Please take a huge dump in my mouth! Please make me your toilet! Please don't let me go another minute without having the chance to eat your shit!"

I was in tears, but this was nothing new. I really was pathetic when I looked at it, but I tried to not look too hard. I was only ever my parents money, but that was gone. When I had the cute girlfriend, the woman about to take a huge shit in my mouth after I begged her to, it was obvious that she was too good for me.

Andrea stood above me in dark gray leggings, her huge butt sticking out.

"I've never seen anyone more pathetic in my life."

Andrea then pulled her pants down and lowered them in a single motion, her shaved asshole peeking at me from between the cavernous ass cheeks she had. A massive fart ripped out of her asshole and the warmth was on my face like the breath of death. Her fart went deep into my nostrils and I was now stuck in the fact that regardless of what happened next, she'd farted in my face.

She squatted lower and another fart came rushing out with a thunderous BAAAAAARRRROUUUUUUUUUUU. This tuba fart stuck in my mouth and I kept my jaws wide for her. Her shit was close, I could tell by the smell and strength of her gas.

When the turd showed, I thought she would shit slowly, but no. It was over in a few seconds, maybe ten. She just kept shitting and shitting and it felt like it was my new forever and I was Sisyphos at the six second mark. I thought I would just be here forever and she would always be shitting and then I'd be buried in my ex's waste. But then it stopped. I felt the weight of her turds on my face, they'd piled up and sort of formed into one massive poop pile. She laughed and took pictures. She put it on Instagram and talked about how it was me.

I didn't have a phone, but if I did I think my old "friends", people who'd abandoned me for Andrea, would have laughed at me and sided with her.

Andrea was standing, put her foot into my balls and said, "Eat."

I didn't hesitate and started to consume her shit. It was so awful, and each bite was somehow worse. As I was eating, I heard her narrating it to her Instagram followers.

Finally, hours later, I was done. My face, still smeared with her shit, was looking at her and I pleaded with my eyes to let me stop.

"I got a message on my Insta account from Vicky. She asked when you were going to eat her shit."

"Please, Andrea, don't. I'll be your personal toilet forever, until I die, please, just... Please don't make eat Vicky's shit!"

The doorbell rang...

Vicky is stunning, she really is, but she's evil. She was a construction foreperson and her sites were always immaculate. My parents told me that to get a cut of the inheritance, I had to hold a real job for two years. I ended up getting laid off only a few weeks out. Vicky knew the deal with my parents and worked me like a dog. She told me that I'd get to keep my job if I'd eat her shit. She asked me this the day before Andrea dumped me but I balked. Then Andrea told me we were done and I went to tell Vicky I would eat her shit.

Vicky let out the tiniest fart and the smell was so intense and so foul that I had to stop. I got up and ran out of her office, leaving her bowels completely full. She berated me on a voicemail that she had to shit in the garbage bag because it was happening right then and I should have been a good little toilet like I was supposed to be. She said she'd get me back for this, but I just couldn't go through with it..

Now that she was standing in Andrea's kitchen, things felt heavy.

Vicky spoke with her thick South American accent. "I see you finally agreed to eat shit," she pouted, "But why not mine, huh? Was it too much? Only one little fart from me and you go running, but her giant ass fills your mouth and you eat!? I'm insulted. How are you going to make it up to me."

"I'll eat your shit. Please, Vicky, please shit in my mouth."

"Oh I know I'm going to shit in your mouth, you loser. I'm definitely going to shit in your mouth. But how are you going to make it up to me? Huh? One dump isn't enough. You need to make things right."

Andrea interjected, "I have an idea, Vicky, if you're open to it."

Vicky nodded.

Andrea continued, "I think what we have here is an opportunity for Tom to make things right AND get himself off the streets."

I knew where she was headed with it and I went to interrupt her because once the idea was out there I knew Vicky would never let it go, but I was too late.

Andrea said, "Tom should be your personal toilet for life."

Vicky smirked and then she and Andrea started to laugh uncontrollably, mocking me while doing so. They'd obviously set this up on their Instagram chat.

Vicky said through laughter, "I thought I'd never get my revenge, I really didn't. But wow. What an absolutely amazing night. Go wash your face. I'll accept you as my personal toilet for life. We'll seal it with your lips on my asshole. Go wash your face so you can kiss my ass."

I was in the bathroom a long time, but it was too long because Vicky and Andrea opened the door and Vicky shoved me to the ground.

I shouted, "What the hell?!"

"That's no way to address your owner, slave. Or should I say toilet? What's more demeaning to you? I want to properly strip you of your humanity," Vicky pulled down her pants and shoved her ass in my face. She farted.

Vicky works on construction sites and eats like shit, but never puts on fat. She's so gorgeous, but her FARTS!!!! She farts so much, so loud, and the stink is legendary. She once had to shut a worksite down because she couldn't stop farting and it was making all the workers puke.

And here she was, her bare ass pointing at my mouth and I was expected to not only kiss her asshole, but eat her shit.

"i submit to you, my owner, Vicky, that i am your personal toilet from now until death."

i then gently placed my lips against her anus and she ripped such a loud fart that my teeth shook.

Andrea lost it, "Hahahahaha!!!! Eat that fart, tom! Eat her--- Oh my god... Oh my god, Vicky... That smells horrible! You're really going to shit on him with your shit and farts smelling this bad?"

Vicky didn't say anything. She just smiled and unleashed a two foot long turd that filled my mouth and hurt my cheeks it spread it so wide. She stood up, wiped her ass, and then they both left when Andrea set up another live stream of me eating Vicky's turd.

When i finished, i was crying. People on social media were so mean, obviously rooting for Vicky and Andrea. i don't blame them, though. It's easy to root for winners, and i was clearly the loser here.

i crawled over and Andrea said, "you are pathetic, tom."

Vicky said, "No... its name isn't tom anymore. I have decided to call it toilet. Come on, toilet. Let's go settle in to your new life."

i had to choose right then about being a toilet or being murdered.

Honestly, the smell is only really, really bad a few times per week... Like Monday through Saturday..........

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Just an update for you all on how hard it really is to find new Users. Monica had a group of 10-15 women over and they got on the subject of shitting in a man's mouth and using a human toilet and owning a slave.

All of them said they were grossed out by the idea. One woman said she could do it, but only if she knew they deserved it as a criminal punishment.

Most of them had the same idea, though. If they wanted or owned a slave, they'd never want to see it. They wouldn't use it as a toilet, for sure. The right women are out there, but respect them when they say they're not interested. I don't ever do the asking because I think it's disrespectful to ask your superior something so selfish like the opportunity to eat their shit.