After months of rigorous training, Cosmo found himself in a position he never thought he would be in. Bound to a bed, his eyes widened as three gorgeous women stood before him- Lady Claire, Miss Medea, and Miss Yara. They were the ones who had trained him to be their personal toilet, and this day was finally upon him. As he stared into their eyes, filled with fear mixed with anticipation, he knew there was no turning back now.
Lady Claire, who had an irresistible presence about her, approached first. "Welcome to your new life, toilet," she said with a sly grin. She removed the lid from a toilet seat and positioned it right in front of Cosmo's face. "This is where you'll spend most of your time from now on."
Miss Medea followed suit, showing him a pair of latex gloves. "These are for your safety," she said matter-of-factly, slipping them on. "You'll need them to clean our mess without getting any on you."
Miss Yara, the feistiest of the three, slapped Cosmo's chin hard. "Alright, toilet," she growled. "You've been trained well enough. It's time for you to prove yourself."
Cosmo closed his eyes tightly, waiting for what felt like an eternity before feeling something warm and soft touch his lips. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring into Miss Medea's ass. A sudden rush of panic and disgust coursed through him but was soon followed by a sense of determination. This was going to be his life now, and he had to get used to it.
He opened his mouth and began to lick her tight arsehole eagerly, taking in her scent and the taste of her shit. He knew it would be difficult, but he couldn't refuse his mistresses. The taste was indeed foul, but he pushed past it, determined to make them proud. With each lick, he felt a sense of pride wash over him. He was doing it! He was actually licking ass! But as he licked, he felt something wetter and heavier touching his tongue. Suddenly, a wave of fear washed over him as Miss Medea began to push out a huge chunk of shit into his mouth.
It was enormous, bigger than anything he had ever imagined possible. He struggled to get it past his gag reflex, choking on the taste and texture of her excrement. Slowly but surely, he managed to swallow it down, surprised at how much it filled up his mouth and throat. "Good boy," Miss Medea praised him, smirking wickedly.
Feeling slightly relieved but also terrified at what was to come, he looked up to see Lady Claire approaching him, a triumphant glint in her eyes. "Your next challenge is already prepared." She pushed her weight against his face, pressing her ass cheeks together tightly as she pushed out the second pile of shit- this time, her own. It was just as enormous as the first one and even more intimidating because it meant he'd have to swallow all of it too.
His throat tightened, and he felt his eyes begin to water from the heat and pressure as he took in the nauseating scent. With trembling hands, he reached for the gloves that Miss Medea had given him earlier, using them to try and clean away some of the mess before finally swallowing it all down. He didn't want to throw up on his mistresses' feet. It was bad enough that he had to swallow their shit.
As Cosmo struggled through his tasks, Miss Yara watched on with a mix of anticipation and arousal. She took a deep breath before pushing out the third and final pile of shit, a massive sausage-like log that seemed impossible to swallow. But he knew he had to try. With tears streaming down his face and his nose running from the smell, he opened his mouth wide and began to engulf the monstrous load.
It was overwhelming, but somehow, he managed to push it all down his throat. As he lay there, panting heavily, he felt Miss Yara press something hard against his crotch. It was the vibrator- a reward for finishing his task. She turned it on, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he finally released his pent-up tension. His cock throbbed beneath the catsuit they'd made him wear especially for this occasion, trapped and untouched.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of being used as nothing more than a human toilet bowl, Cosmo looked up at his mistresses. They were all smiling proudly at him- their creation had proven himself worthy of their trust. "Good job, toilet," they said in unison, their voices echoing in his ears as he drifted off into a fitful sleep filled with vivid dreams of their shit-covered faces and burning desire to please them.
