Diana had a wild idea brewing in her mind for quite some time now. She always found the concept of toilet slavery arousing and degrading, but this time, she wanted to take it to the next level. With her friend Melanie by her side, they both decided to turn their toiletslave into a human toilet bowl. The excited duo sat on the couch, their pert bottoms protruding as they discussed the details of their plan.
"Mel, I think we should give this toiletslave something he truly deserves," Diana said as she sipped her wine. "After all, he's been such an obedient little slave for us."
"What do you have in mind, Di?" Melanie asked curiously, running her fingers through her long blonde hair.
"I want us to make him our personal shitting holes," Diana explained with a wicked grin. "Can you imagine the feeling of taking a dump into someone's mouth and knowing that they have no choice but to swallow it all?"
Melanie chuckled devilishly, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "You mean like making him our human toilet bowl? I have to admit, that sounds pretty hot."
The two women glanced over at their toiletslave who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes fixed on them in anticipation. He had served them faithfully for years, cleaning up their messes and satisfying their every need. Now, it was time for him to truly earn his keep.
"We can start by feeding him some of our feces," Diana continued. "Then, we can gradually work our way up to making him swallow our entire bowel movements."
"You're right," Melanie agreed. "It'll be like a game for us – seeing how much he can take before he gags."
Together, they walked over to their toiletslave, who was shaking with excitement at the prospect of what was about to happen. Diana knelt down in front of him and whispered into his ear, "You're going to be our personal toilet from now on, understand?"
The toiletslave nodded eagerly, his cock twitching in his pants. "Yes, Mistress," he moaned.
"Good boy," Diana purred, reaching into her pants and pulling out a fresh turd. She placed it in front of him, and he opened his mouth wide as she had trained him to do. Slowly, she pushed it inside, enjoying the feeling of filth filling his mouth. Once she was satisfied he had swallowed every last bit, she stood up and winked at Melanie.
"Your turn," she said with a wicked smile.
Melanie let out a sigh of relief as she let loose a massive stinky fart, filling the room with its putrid odor. She smirked at the toiletslave as he reached out desperately for it, his mouth watering. Without hesitation, she pushed it into his waiting mouth, savoring the sight of him struggling to swallow such a large piece. He gagged and choked, but ultimately swallowed every last bit. The two women laughed maniacally as they exchanged high fives.
From that day forward, it became a regular occurrence. Every time they felt the urge to take a dump, they would call their toiletslave over, and he would eagerly open his mouth. They took turns using him as their personal toilet, pushing their shit deep into his throat until he could take no more. Soon, they graduated to making him drink their piss as well. Diana watched as her friend enjoyed themselves, eagerly anticipating her next turn. The toiletslave grew weaker with each feeding, but he never complained – this was his ultimate fantasy coming true.
As the days wore on, they began to push the boundaries of what their toiletslave could handle. One day, they decided to up the ante by feeding him some of their own feces mixed with various foods. They enjoyed watching him struggle to identify the different tastes mixed in with his excrement meal. Eventually, he became so accustomed to swallowing their waste that they started feeding it to him directly from their asses. The look of awe on his face was priceless.
This continued for months, becoming part of their daily routine. The toiletslave remained loyal, always eager for his mistresses' next dirty task. Sometimes, they would even reward him for his obedience by allowing him to lick their assholes clean after they had filled him up with delicious poop treats.
Part 2: One day, Diana had an even more sinister idea. She approached her friend and confided in her, "What if we make him eat the toilet paper too? This way, he'll be our human toilet in every way possible."
Melanie's eyes gleamed at the thought. Without hesitation, she started unrolling toilet paper from the roll and stuffing it into the toiletslave's waiting mouth. At first, he gagged and coughed, but soon enough, he got used to the strange texture. It became their new game – whoever finished first got to feed their toiletslave the used tissue. They laughed manically as he struggled to keep up, his face turning red from the effort.
"This is amazing, Di," Melanie exclaimed. "I never knew we could have so much fun with a toiletslave."
"It's true," Diana agreed. "He's our perfect little pet, isn't he?"
As days turned into weeks, their toiletslave began to show signs of weakness. His skin was pale, his eyes sunken in, but still, he remained loyal. The women continued to push him to his limits, feeding him ever-larger amounts of their waste. One day, they noticed he couldn't stand up anymore and collapsed onto the ground. They laughed gleefully as they watched him gasp for air.
"Oh well," Diana shrugged nonchalantly. "Guess it's time to find ourselves a new toiletslave."
And with that, they left him there, abandoned and dying in his own filth. As they walked away, they felt a strange mixture of satisfaction and regret. They had taken their toiletslave as far as they could, pushing him to the brink of death. Yet, deep down inside, they knew they would miss him terribly.
But for now, there were other toiletslaves to be found – ones who were eager to take on the challenge of servicing their twisted desires. The two women looked forward to finding their next plaything, eager to create another human toilet and make them consume everything they had to offer.
