In a dank and dimly lit dungeon, Miss Infinity and her trans friend were scheming up their next devious plan. They had captured a young male slave who they had grown rather fond of, despite his unorthodox desires. The slave had expressed a wish to be used as a human toilet, and the two femmes were more than happy to oblige him.
Their plan was quite elaborate: first, they would dress the slave in feminine clothing, making him look every bit like a submissive, helpless woman. Then, they would bring in a real woman – the trans friend – who would proceed to use the slave as a toilet and make him eat all her excrement.
Miss Infinity and her friend began by tying the eager slave to a chair, securing his limbs and torso so that he could not move. They then placed a large funnel in his mouth, with the wide end aimed straight at the back of his throat. The idea was that the slave would be completely defenseless against any sort of oral or anal penetration at this point.
First on the menu was the trans friend's cock. The woman stepped over to the slave, her stilettos clicking against the cold, hard floor, and unceremoniously shoved her member into his mouth. The slave gagged around it, his mouth filling with the foreign taste and texture of meat.
Next, Miss Infinity poured a generous amount of hot, steaming piss into the funnel. The slave, already struggling against the cock in his throat, could do nothing but let the liquid cascade down his gullet. The bitter, salty taste mixed with the metallic tang of his own blood, causing him to retch and cough violently.
The two femmes took turns filling the funnel with all manner of filth: chunks of shit, puddles of urine, bits of half-chewed food. They watched with twisted amusement as the slave helplessly attempted to swallow it all, drowning on even the smallest morsels. To make sure he didn't miss anything, they would occasionally jam a dirty finger down his throat or force his mouth open wider with a handful of hair.
As the evening wore on, the slave's body began to fail under the sheer weight of what he had been forced to consume. He was unconscious now, barely conscious of the tantalizing flood of warm liquid that continued to pour into his stomach. His mind drifted in and out of consciousness, filled with hazy images of filth and humiliation.
Finally, Miss Infinity and her friend decided that they had had their fun for one night. They untied the slave from the chair, removed the funnel from his mouth, and left him lying there, exhausted and spent. The two femmes exchanged satisfied smiles before turning away, content in the knowledge that they could always find new ways to push their poor little slave to his limits.
