3 Girls Used the Toilet Slave - A Narrative
The days leading up to this event had been nothing short of hectic for me. Christina, Yana, and Amina; three beautiful women who had been sharing their foul-smelling shit with me for quite some time now. I couldn't help but feel an odd sense of submission and excitement when I thought about their plan for today. They all needed to use the bathroom badly, and they wanted me to be there to help them.
Christina came out first, looking flustered as she undid her pants and begged me not to hesitate. She had held it in for two whole days, and her insides were undoubtedly overflowing with the stinkiest, grossest shit imaginable. I did as she asked, opening my mouth wide to prepare for the onslaught. She stepped forward and positioned herself directly over me, releasing the immense weight that had been pressing down on her bladder.
The first spurt landed squarely against my tongue, filling my mouth with the taste of her putrid waste. She grunted in satisfaction as she continued, taking her time to empty every last drop into my eagerly waiting mouth. It was revolting, yet I couldn't help but crave more. It was like a sick addiction that I couldn't shake.
Next was Yana, who also needed to expel her two-day buildup of excrement. She joined us with a smile on her face, clearly excited by the thought of using me as her personal toilet slave. She squatted down over me, her sweat-drenched body pressing against mine as she released her own heavy load into my waiting mouth.
As she finished, Amina arrived, looking more uncomfortable than the others. It was clear she had been holding it in for far longer than either Christina or Yana had, and her constipation had only added to the size and intensity of her bowel movement. She positioned herself over me, hardly able to contain herself as she finally let ragged screams escape from her lips.
The thick, putrid mass filled my mouth and throat, causing me to gag and choke as it poured forth into my helpless body. I felt every inch of her massive shit slide through my system, filling me up like a balloon about to burst. It was overwhelming, yet I couldn't bring myself to stop.
As the final drops fell from her body, I lay there, used and exhausted but still eager for more. It was a twisted cycle that left me feeling both dirty and desired, repulsed and aroused all at once. These girls had truly taken control of me, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would have in store for me next.
