Saturday, May 7, 2011
Never-ending Womens Room
So this is stupid, and more or less stealing, but here's the idea: A series of photoshops and other art that depicts a never-ending womens bathroom, featuring girl after girl...well you get the idea.
This is the source. It came from someone on FurAffinity, so if they want me to stop or take it down or whatever, lemme know. Anyway, eventually I'll run out of room, and then maybe I'll turn it into a flash app or something. So here's what I got so far:
Stupid, or...shall I continue? Submissions welcome, whether I use them or not. ;)
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The Queen's Throne Part 6
Cassia popped open the top of the stool, lifted her elegant nightgown and sat. She rested her arms on her skinny thighs and leaned forward, still half-asleep. She was right: it had been a long night. In-between fits of barely restful sleep, she did nothing but pass the smelliest gas and moan from the awful cramps. After all these hours she finally felt something solid filling her bowels, but it was slow in coming. She rested her eyes and settled in for a long one.
Cassia managed to convince the men to leave her alone in her room, although they had someone posted at the door at all times. So she was afforded plenty of privacy, but was still fairly safe. She knew ahead of time that she would probably need the privacy; these kinds of cramps aren't just a freak thing. Cassia hadn't been constipated in a while, but she certainly knew what it felt like. She groaned and opened her eyes to look around the room, lit by enchanted candle. Dresser in the corner, mirror on the wall, the freshly slept-in bed, sheets torn asunder, book under the end table...
"Wait, I don't remember bringing a book." Cassia thought. Perhaps the inn had left it there for guests? Or maybe the last guest had left it behind? It was within arm's reach, so Cassia lifted off the seat slightly and grabbed the book. Before she could reseat herself, she farted, which echoed in the pot and broke the silence. *PfffFFTT!* Cassia quickly set her cheeks back down on the seat, embarassed. "M'lady?" Came a voice from outside. "Are you alright?" She blushed. "Yes, yes, I'm alright. Thank you." With that episode out of the way, she got back to business.
Now she could feel her colon stretching, something very hard and very thick making it's way out. She pushed, just to check how much resistance there might be. "Nnngh." It barely budged. Cassia winced as another cramp set in. She decided to give it a moment before pushing again. Instead, she decided to take a look at the book she'd found. There was no title, and it didn't look too old. The binding was nothing extravagent, but at first glance it did look rather fancy. The book was red with little gold details on the spine and around the edges of the front and back. She pondered it for another moment until her curiosity got the best of her. She opened the book to a random page, just to get a taste of the material.
["No, please, you are my servant! Why, if the king were to know about this affair..." The queen pleaded.
The young, nubile servant looked her over with hungry eyes. "The king be damned, m'lady! I love you, and I yearn for your flesh!"
The queen's servant leaped upon her and rubbed their breasts together. "Please m'lady. Please." She begged.]
Cassia was in the midst of a cold sweat. "This book, it's...it is pornography! Someone has left pornography in this room. And I'm actually reading it! Oh, what..." Cassia was embarassed, but as much as she tried to act offended and rationalize things, she knew deep down that resistance wasn't worth it. Her eyes were now glued to the pages. She couldn't stop reading, as she was so taken by the passion of the words, regardless of how base and meaningless they seemed. She pictured herself in the same scenario...
But in reality, the scenario she was in wasn't far too different. She began to realize this, and her fantasies started going unchecked. "I yearn for your flesh." She imagined Liviya saying this over and over again, fire in her eyes, grovelling at her feet, overcome with lust and desperate for any sort of affection. Cassia's heart went into overdrive as her blood pumped harder and harder. Her face became even more flush and she started sweating. Her nightgown became damp, and her hair went limp. She became unaware of where she was, and she didn't care. Small droplets of sweat and her most..."intimate" juices fell into the pot below. Cassia continued reading.
Though extra aware of her feminine parts, Cassia was completely oblivious to her pressing need to move her bowels, or the fact that they were acting without her. A massive log, like a minature tree trunk only twice as hard, began to crown. Cassia was so caught up in her own arousal that she wasn't even aware it had relaxed her enough to go. Cassia couldn't control herself anymore and began rubbing her pussy, which was now visibly swollen, if only slightly. She circled her clit with her index finger while teasing her cunt with her middle and ring fingers. Her other hand was over her mouth, stifling her moans and groans as she came closer and closer to orgasm.
Meanwhile, a good four inches of poo was dangling out of her distended asshole. In her dreamy state, Cassia became aware that her anus was being stimulated, but she didn't care what was causing it. All she could think of was fondling Liviya's breasts, grinding her private parts against her thigh, Liviya crying out her name and gasping as she came. The log made a sick crackling sound as it came out. *Crrkkll* It sounded like fire. Hot, passionate, flames, licking at Cassia's skin...
The thick, lumpy dump fell in the pot, and that last burst of stimulation put Cassia over the top. She gasped and moaned loudly into her palm as her body went numb. Electric sparks seemed to shoot off her body as she came, dripping pussy juices all over the floor and stool. She bit her hand out of passion and this snapped her back to reality. Her orgasm was subsiding, and she realized what she was doing. She frowned and hid her head in her hands, before it came to her that no one was watching. She folded her arms and peed on top of the "weight" she just lost, before nervously wiping herself and looking in the bowl. There was a huge, knobbly turd laying at the bottom, now glistening with pee. It seemed to have broken apart when it hit the bottom, as it was partly shattered, but was obviously all one piece before. Cassia closed the lid and stuffed the stool in the corner. She threw the book under her pillow and laid down, now feeling totally humiliated. But very refreshed...
As she drfited to sleep she imagined Liviya beside her, resting in her arms.
Cassia managed to convince the men to leave her alone in her room, although they had someone posted at the door at all times. So she was afforded plenty of privacy, but was still fairly safe. She knew ahead of time that she would probably need the privacy; these kinds of cramps aren't just a freak thing. Cassia hadn't been constipated in a while, but she certainly knew what it felt like. She groaned and opened her eyes to look around the room, lit by enchanted candle. Dresser in the corner, mirror on the wall, the freshly slept-in bed, sheets torn asunder, book under the end table...
"Wait, I don't remember bringing a book." Cassia thought. Perhaps the inn had left it there for guests? Or maybe the last guest had left it behind? It was within arm's reach, so Cassia lifted off the seat slightly and grabbed the book. Before she could reseat herself, she farted, which echoed in the pot and broke the silence. *PfffFFTT!* Cassia quickly set her cheeks back down on the seat, embarassed. "M'lady?" Came a voice from outside. "Are you alright?" She blushed. "Yes, yes, I'm alright. Thank you." With that episode out of the way, she got back to business.
Now she could feel her colon stretching, something very hard and very thick making it's way out. She pushed, just to check how much resistance there might be. "Nnngh." It barely budged. Cassia winced as another cramp set in. She decided to give it a moment before pushing again. Instead, she decided to take a look at the book she'd found. There was no title, and it didn't look too old. The binding was nothing extravagent, but at first glance it did look rather fancy. The book was red with little gold details on the spine and around the edges of the front and back. She pondered it for another moment until her curiosity got the best of her. She opened the book to a random page, just to get a taste of the material.
["No, please, you are my servant! Why, if the king were to know about this affair..." The queen pleaded.
The young, nubile servant looked her over with hungry eyes. "The king be damned, m'lady! I love you, and I yearn for your flesh!"
The queen's servant leaped upon her and rubbed their breasts together. "Please m'lady. Please." She begged.]
Cassia was in the midst of a cold sweat. "This book, it's...it is pornography! Someone has left pornography in this room. And I'm actually reading it! Oh, what..." Cassia was embarassed, but as much as she tried to act offended and rationalize things, she knew deep down that resistance wasn't worth it. Her eyes were now glued to the pages. She couldn't stop reading, as she was so taken by the passion of the words, regardless of how base and meaningless they seemed. She pictured herself in the same scenario...
But in reality, the scenario she was in wasn't far too different. She began to realize this, and her fantasies started going unchecked. "I yearn for your flesh." She imagined Liviya saying this over and over again, fire in her eyes, grovelling at her feet, overcome with lust and desperate for any sort of affection. Cassia's heart went into overdrive as her blood pumped harder and harder. Her face became even more flush and she started sweating. Her nightgown became damp, and her hair went limp. She became unaware of where she was, and she didn't care. Small droplets of sweat and her most..."intimate" juices fell into the pot below. Cassia continued reading.
Though extra aware of her feminine parts, Cassia was completely oblivious to her pressing need to move her bowels, or the fact that they were acting without her. A massive log, like a minature tree trunk only twice as hard, began to crown. Cassia was so caught up in her own arousal that she wasn't even aware it had relaxed her enough to go. Cassia couldn't control herself anymore and began rubbing her pussy, which was now visibly swollen, if only slightly. She circled her clit with her index finger while teasing her cunt with her middle and ring fingers. Her other hand was over her mouth, stifling her moans and groans as she came closer and closer to orgasm.
Meanwhile, a good four inches of poo was dangling out of her distended asshole. In her dreamy state, Cassia became aware that her anus was being stimulated, but she didn't care what was causing it. All she could think of was fondling Liviya's breasts, grinding her private parts against her thigh, Liviya crying out her name and gasping as she came. The log made a sick crackling sound as it came out. *Crrkkll* It sounded like fire. Hot, passionate, flames, licking at Cassia's skin...
The thick, lumpy dump fell in the pot, and that last burst of stimulation put Cassia over the top. She gasped and moaned loudly into her palm as her body went numb. Electric sparks seemed to shoot off her body as she came, dripping pussy juices all over the floor and stool. She bit her hand out of passion and this snapped her back to reality. Her orgasm was subsiding, and she realized what she was doing. She frowned and hid her head in her hands, before it came to her that no one was watching. She folded her arms and peed on top of the "weight" she just lost, before nervously wiping herself and looking in the bowl. There was a huge, knobbly turd laying at the bottom, now glistening with pee. It seemed to have broken apart when it hit the bottom, as it was partly shattered, but was obviously all one piece before. Cassia closed the lid and stuffed the stool in the corner. She threw the book under her pillow and laid down, now feeling totally humiliated. But very refreshed...
As she drfited to sleep she imagined Liviya beside her, resting in her arms.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The Queen's Throne Part 5
The wheels churned over the dirt and the carriage rocked back and forth spastically. But the unpredictable motion was churning something else: their stomachs. The not-so-gentle rocking was annoying everyone, frustrating them and at times making them nauseous. Cassia was especially prone to the nausea, as by now she was very gassy, but decided to just clench her cheeks and stall emission until they were out in the open and nobody could track the sound and smell back to her. Two and a half agonizing hours the ride lasted.
The very minute they arrived, Cassia hopped out of the carriage and let loose. With the door shut and everyone else still climbing out, nobody paid enough attention to hear the massive, sickening burst of wind Cassia let forth. *BrrrPPPPPFFrrrttTTTffffweeee* Cassia was mortified, and more than a little sick to her stomach. Her fart had changed pitch at least 4 times, and lasted longer than 20 seconds. After the wave of nausea and the awkwardness passed, however, she felt a surge of relief. A burden had been lifted from her shoulders. (Or more accurately, her intestines.) By the time Gabriel and the escort had come around the carriage, Cassia had maneuvered away from the "stink cloud" and met them halfway, setting off for the church on foot. The carriage pulled away and went to await their return.
A few minutes later, as they reached the top of the hill in-between their stop and the construction site, they laid eyes on the church for the first time...or what was left of it. The foundations and scaffolding that had been built around the construction site were burned down, and it was mostly smoldering ash that remained. "What...what hap...what became of this place?" Cassia asked sullenly. Gabriel was silent, but it was clear he was in shock also. "Well, we had better find out." He said. Still shocked, the group began to carefully trudge down the hill.
When they arrived in the village, still no one had come out. When they were on the hill, they couldn't see anyone in the square or in the fields or anywhere else for that matter. The town seemed deserted. "Uhm...IS ANYONE THERE?!" Cassia yelled, trying to attract some attention. Nothing. The group scanned the area and still saw no one around. "ANYONE!" She yelled again. The group all turned on their heels, darting their eyes around fruitlessly. Finally, Gabriel's ears perked up. "Over there!" He exclaimed. His finger was pointed in the direction of a small house down at the other end of the square. Someone was peering out through the window at them, and was tapping on the glass to get their attention. They all ran over to find out what was going on.
When they got to the house the figure staring out the window threw the curtains back into position and disappeared. Cassia and friends all stopped short of the door. They waited. "Well, fine welcome this is." Gabriel sneered. Not even 10 seconds later he was forced to eat his words when the door clicked and swung open. A man stood in the doorway, urging them inside. "Hurry up hurry up!" He hissed. They all piled through the door and just barely got themselves braced when the man slammed the door shut and put a heavy wooden plank in front of it.
"What happened here?" Cassia immediately demanded. The man sighed and leaned up against the wall. "Aye, you're Lady Cassia, correct? We been expecting ya. Good thing ye didn't come sooner, girl." He said. "What happened?" She repeated, sounding a little more concerned this time. "Goblins." He grunted. "They came late in the afternoon, just started banging on doors and throwing those bombs around. They didn't do much damage as far as I know, but the church is torn apart. Think everyone is alright though. ...Ah." He quickly bowed. "Sorry m'lady, forgot me manners." She blushed. "It's quite alright. So goblins raided Coldmarsh? How long have you been hiding?" She asked. "Just since yesterday. Speakin', did ye see any on yer way in?" He poked his nose against the window again. "No. The town is empty." She told him. He perked up a little. "Ah, good then. I can round the town up and we'll decide what to do. As fer ye, ye better get back to yer big ol' castle. It's the safest place fer now." He warned.
Cassia went along with the villager as he went by all the houses, ringing a bell and hollering for everyone by name. As they were letting Coldmarsh know the coast was clear, Cassia felt the pressure in her gut return with a vengeance. She just about doubled-over mid-stride, and it took all her will to keep moving without giving away her pain. After a while it become unbearable however, so she had to stop and lean against a fence to recollect herself. Gabriel took notice and confronted her about it. "Perhaps we should return, m'lady. You must be tired. This is a lot to digest." She winced. "It certainly is." She thought. She straightened up and looked him in the eye. "No, I'm fine. We'll be staying at an inn here tonight. I don't care if it is dangerous, I must see to these people. They're in danger too, and I shall not abandon them." She said proudly. Gabriel was taken aback. "Perhaps she is a proper leader then." He thought. He waited, to test her resolve, to see if she would flinch or back down. She did not. He sighed. "It is your will, m'lady. We may stay if you wish." She smiled. "Thank you, Gabriel. Bring the carriage out and let me collect my things."
As Gabriel carried a sack of Cassia's things and the guard carried her private loo, Cassia clutched her stomach and swore under her breath. She didn't feel the urge to move her bowels, but she felt a little gassy and it felt like she had been stabbed just above her crotch. "It may be a long night tonight..." She grimly considered.
Toilet Slave One-Oh-Eight: Chapter 1
"Listen, I don't care, just get it set up soon. I have to go and if it's not ready to use in 15 minutes, I'm using YOU!" I remember her saying.
This would be when we brought One-Oh-Eight home, of course. That's who she was referring to as "it", my girlfriend. She's a sadist, she is. Not One-Oh-Eight, my girlfriend. I think before I go on, I should explain the situation.
What my girlfriend likes to do is humiliate people. With me, it started with handcuffs. She would handcuff me to the bed, dress me up in women's clothes, maybe whip me a little, bring me up to just about the point of orgasm and stop, taunting me, and once or twice she spit on me. In all honesty, it sort of got me off at times. I'm not a total doormat, but I like a little abuse. But then one night when I was tied down on the bed, she squatted over me and told me she was going to shit on me, or in her words, "I'm making meatloaf, like a good little wifey! Enjoy, asshole." I managed to break out of my bondage and push her over. This is where I draw the line.
Now she may be a sadist, but even she has a line. She told me as long as she had someone else to use as a toilet, she would leave me alone. I told her I would definitely consider it, but I wasn't sure if she would ever find anyone who would agree to be used as a toilet on a regular basis. In retrospect, I should not have underestimated the perverts out there.
A few days later, she told me there was a network of people out there that were volunteering to be used as a toilet, in exchange for a place to stay, food, all that. Basically like a maid or butler, some sort of servant like that, only...you poop on them. There's some catches of course. They have the right to leave if they feel they're being abused, although I'm sure it's gone too far before. You have to go through a disease screening before they will even consider you. Then you sign a little contract, go through a little red tape, some other stuff, and then you're ready to go.
So that's what we did. We went out and handpicked our girl from the line-up, signed the papers, took the tests (I had to take a physical too, but it didn't bother me. Better than being covered in shit on a regular basis), and went through a short waiting period.
We came home with One-Oh-Eight. Short brown hair, kinda greasy and uncombed, light complexion, glazed-over green eyes, wearing a simple white dress. Being lead by a leash connected to the collar on her neck. By my girlfriend. I wish I was making that last part up.
We knew we were going out to pick One-Oh-Eight up today, so for the past two days my girlfriend has been binging on greasy fast food and my famous homemade chili. Just before we left she downed a few laxatives. By the time we got to the door of the house, she was farting such toxic fumes I swear I saw the tree in the yard start to wilt.
"You have 15 minutes, and I swear to god if she's not set up in the room, I will shit all over your face and make you eat it." She stomped her foot and clutched her stomach, throwing herself onto the couch and groaning.
One-Oh-Eight calmly handed me her leash and looked down at her feet. "Please lead me to my room. My master needs to use me."
And for a second, I saw a fire in her eyes. She was looking forward to this. The rest of her face wouldn't betray it, but her eyes did. I knew then that I was in for a sick ride.
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We entered the room, which was actually pretty stark. There was a small window on the side, and other than that it was entirely clear, grey wallpaper, special easy to clean linoleum floor. Very drab. There was a closet in the corner, which contained a futon for sleeping on and a place for 108's personal effects.
"So, uh, this is the room...you can just...sit in there." I managed to mumble out, and pointed to a small pit in the middle of the room. It was designed for someone to sit in for hours at a time, then be cleaned out once or twice a day. In front of it was a small splash shield, much like a squat toilet.
108 immediately pulled her dress off, revealing all of her naked flesh. She wasn't even wearing any underwear on the ride over. She carefully slid herself into the pit with a surprising amount of grace, and sat on the back of her feet. "Now, you ca- oh! Wait one moment."
She rummaged around in the duffel bag she brought with her and pulled out a package of diapers. She took a diaper out and put it on herself, again very gracefully. As gracefully as sliding a crinkling diaper under your ass can be, anyway. She pulled the tape around her waist and sealed up her diaper, before steping back into the pit and sitting back on her feet, rattling the diaper as she did. Through the entire process, she never once smiled, but for some reason she looked positively thrilled. Ecstatic. Raring to go.
Before I had any time to ponder this the door started booming behind me. For a moment there were no words, but I still felt a thunderous rage coming from every thump.
"You fucking...is it ready?! I'm coming in right now and shitting on the first person I see!"
"Uh, come on in Ally." I opened the door, making sure to stay behind it so she wouldn't see me.
Ally ran in and ran straight to the pit, fumbling for just a fraction of a second with her fly.
*FRRRP*
I heard the loudest, wettest fart I have ever heard, and then the room filled with a stench not unlike cow manure. Only worse.
"Ugh! Fuck...I shit myself. You fucking BITCH! You made me shit my pants! You'll fucking pay for that whore!" Ally screamed.
She yanked her pants all the way down to her ankles and pulled her panties down to her knees. Ally's face was completely red, and her pink panties were completely brown. It was a fiesta of color. I watched with horrified fascination as Ally squatted on her haunches and unloaded her bowels over 108's chest, soaking her breasts and stomach in the wettest, smelliest, foulest diarrhea I have ever seen or smelled. Every time I tried to breathe I gagged, so I just stopped breathing. I took short, sharp inhilations and tried to choke back vomit.
*Prrrrblllsklrtchfrrrp* Another wave from Ally's ass, soaking 108's head in watery chunks of mud. Trying not to look, I tried sneaking over to the window to get some fresh air. Ally screamed at me.
"Faggot! Get the fuck away from that window or I'll fucking puke on you!" Ally pinched her nose and farted out another load on 108's lap. Some of it soaked into her diaper. She let out another pungent load and sighed.
"Finished. Finally. Now clean me up you fuck." Ally demanded. I was about to put a stop to it, but 108 immediately complied, shoving her face into Ally's panties and snarfing down all the feces. There was shit everywhere, and 108 was completely brown by now.
"Don't smear it around stupid. Here." Ally handed 108 a wet towel, which she used to clean off her head. After wiping herself down she continued licking Ally's panties. Once they were somewhere approaching clean, she began tonguing her dirty asshole. 108 lapped and kissed until her lips and cheeks were brown again, and Ally was clean. Ally sighed again and pulled her pants up, before giving 108 a quick kick in the chest. "Gotta remember to flush you know." And with that she left us alone.
*Prrskrch* I heard a very faint farting noise coming from the pit. 108 had her eyes closed and her face was flushed. A few seconds later she sighed and turned to me. "Hand me another diaper please." And then I couldn't take it anymore and hurled on the floor.
This would be when we brought One-Oh-Eight home, of course. That's who she was referring to as "it", my girlfriend. She's a sadist, she is. Not One-Oh-Eight, my girlfriend. I think before I go on, I should explain the situation.
What my girlfriend likes to do is humiliate people. With me, it started with handcuffs. She would handcuff me to the bed, dress me up in women's clothes, maybe whip me a little, bring me up to just about the point of orgasm and stop, taunting me, and once or twice she spit on me. In all honesty, it sort of got me off at times. I'm not a total doormat, but I like a little abuse. But then one night when I was tied down on the bed, she squatted over me and told me she was going to shit on me, or in her words, "I'm making meatloaf, like a good little wifey! Enjoy, asshole." I managed to break out of my bondage and push her over. This is where I draw the line.
Now she may be a sadist, but even she has a line. She told me as long as she had someone else to use as a toilet, she would leave me alone. I told her I would definitely consider it, but I wasn't sure if she would ever find anyone who would agree to be used as a toilet on a regular basis. In retrospect, I should not have underestimated the perverts out there.
A few days later, she told me there was a network of people out there that were volunteering to be used as a toilet, in exchange for a place to stay, food, all that. Basically like a maid or butler, some sort of servant like that, only...you poop on them. There's some catches of course. They have the right to leave if they feel they're being abused, although I'm sure it's gone too far before. You have to go through a disease screening before they will even consider you. Then you sign a little contract, go through a little red tape, some other stuff, and then you're ready to go.
So that's what we did. We went out and handpicked our girl from the line-up, signed the papers, took the tests (I had to take a physical too, but it didn't bother me. Better than being covered in shit on a regular basis), and went through a short waiting period.
We came home with One-Oh-Eight. Short brown hair, kinda greasy and uncombed, light complexion, glazed-over green eyes, wearing a simple white dress. Being lead by a leash connected to the collar on her neck. By my girlfriend. I wish I was making that last part up.
We knew we were going out to pick One-Oh-Eight up today, so for the past two days my girlfriend has been binging on greasy fast food and my famous homemade chili. Just before we left she downed a few laxatives. By the time we got to the door of the house, she was farting such toxic fumes I swear I saw the tree in the yard start to wilt.
"You have 15 minutes, and I swear to god if she's not set up in the room, I will shit all over your face and make you eat it." She stomped her foot and clutched her stomach, throwing herself onto the couch and groaning.
One-Oh-Eight calmly handed me her leash and looked down at her feet. "Please lead me to my room. My master needs to use me."
And for a second, I saw a fire in her eyes. She was looking forward to this. The rest of her face wouldn't betray it, but her eyes did. I knew then that I was in for a sick ride.
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We entered the room, which was actually pretty stark. There was a small window on the side, and other than that it was entirely clear, grey wallpaper, special easy to clean linoleum floor. Very drab. There was a closet in the corner, which contained a futon for sleeping on and a place for 108's personal effects.
"So, uh, this is the room...you can just...sit in there." I managed to mumble out, and pointed to a small pit in the middle of the room. It was designed for someone to sit in for hours at a time, then be cleaned out once or twice a day. In front of it was a small splash shield, much like a squat toilet.
108 immediately pulled her dress off, revealing all of her naked flesh. She wasn't even wearing any underwear on the ride over. She carefully slid herself into the pit with a surprising amount of grace, and sat on the back of her feet. "Now, you ca- oh! Wait one moment."
She rummaged around in the duffel bag she brought with her and pulled out a package of diapers. She took a diaper out and put it on herself, again very gracefully. As gracefully as sliding a crinkling diaper under your ass can be, anyway. She pulled the tape around her waist and sealed up her diaper, before steping back into the pit and sitting back on her feet, rattling the diaper as she did. Through the entire process, she never once smiled, but for some reason she looked positively thrilled. Ecstatic. Raring to go.
Before I had any time to ponder this the door started booming behind me. For a moment there were no words, but I still felt a thunderous rage coming from every thump.
"You fucking...is it ready?! I'm coming in right now and shitting on the first person I see!"
"Uh, come on in Ally." I opened the door, making sure to stay behind it so she wouldn't see me.
Ally ran in and ran straight to the pit, fumbling for just a fraction of a second with her fly.
*FRRRP*
I heard the loudest, wettest fart I have ever heard, and then the room filled with a stench not unlike cow manure. Only worse.
"Ugh! Fuck...I shit myself. You fucking BITCH! You made me shit my pants! You'll fucking pay for that whore!" Ally screamed.
She yanked her pants all the way down to her ankles and pulled her panties down to her knees. Ally's face was completely red, and her pink panties were completely brown. It was a fiesta of color. I watched with horrified fascination as Ally squatted on her haunches and unloaded her bowels over 108's chest, soaking her breasts and stomach in the wettest, smelliest, foulest diarrhea I have ever seen or smelled. Every time I tried to breathe I gagged, so I just stopped breathing. I took short, sharp inhilations and tried to choke back vomit.
*Prrrrblllsklrtchfrrrp* Another wave from Ally's ass, soaking 108's head in watery chunks of mud. Trying not to look, I tried sneaking over to the window to get some fresh air. Ally screamed at me.
"Faggot! Get the fuck away from that window or I'll fucking puke on you!" Ally pinched her nose and farted out another load on 108's lap. Some of it soaked into her diaper. She let out another pungent load and sighed.
"Finished. Finally. Now clean me up you fuck." Ally demanded. I was about to put a stop to it, but 108 immediately complied, shoving her face into Ally's panties and snarfing down all the feces. There was shit everywhere, and 108 was completely brown by now.
"Don't smear it around stupid. Here." Ally handed 108 a wet towel, which she used to clean off her head. After wiping herself down she continued licking Ally's panties. Once they were somewhere approaching clean, she began tonguing her dirty asshole. 108 lapped and kissed until her lips and cheeks were brown again, and Ally was clean. Ally sighed again and pulled her pants up, before giving 108 a quick kick in the chest. "Gotta remember to flush you know." And with that she left us alone.
*Prrskrch* I heard a very faint farting noise coming from the pit. 108 had her eyes closed and her face was flushed. A few seconds later she sighed and turned to me. "Hand me another diaper please." And then I couldn't take it anymore and hurled on the floor.
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