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WARNING! This story contains heavy scat play, including themes of scat eating and toilet slavery. If this isn’t to your liking, turn back now.

One thing I have quickly learned is to be careful. There is always a mistake to be made somewhere; a seat belt unbuckled, or in my case, a door unlocked. I moved in to my new apartment a couple of weeks back and I was just getting used to the place. It was a quaint little studio apartment, intended to be temporary housing as I saved up to buy a house. My landlord was this sweet thirty-something year old woman named Helen, and she would frequently come by to chat. I was new to the area and had very little friends outside of work, so I appreciated the company. She was very intrusive, though, as I would soon find out.

I decided to take some me-time after work. I found out that we were going to have some very tight deadlines on some upcoming projects, and that meant that the next week would be spent almost exclusively on work. I got home and booted up my computer before scrolling through some porn. After what felt like an eternity, I finally found a video that seemed interesting. It was your typical toilet-slavery video you would find, just with higher video quality. That was always a problem for me. A lot of the human toilet porn I would find had lighting issues, a cheap camera, a bad cameraman, or in a lot of cases, all three.

I played the video and kicked back in my chair, stroking for a little bit before the I got to the meat of the video. The domme was squatting over the slave’s face, a turd making its way into the slaves mouth. Just then, I heard my door open.

“What the fuck!” Helen screamed.

I jumped up out of fear. I tried to explain but the words just wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

“I knew there was something off about you,” Helen said. She walked in to my apartment and closed the door behind her. “Is that scat porn?”

“You really should have knocked,” I replied. I had no idea why I said that, I really was in no position to be snappy. I immediately knew it would bite me in the ass.

“Shut up. What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you like shit?” she said. She had a look of disgust on her face as she stared me down, dick still erect.

All I could say was, “What?” I was worried. I didn’t know what she planned on doing. My mind was racing. Would she evict me? Or worse, would she tell everyone about this?

“You want women to shit in your mouth? Is that it?” she asked.

“I- Uh…” I stammered.

“I don’t care. You do you…” she said. She turned right around and left, closing the door behind her. I didn’t know what to think or do. I was even hornier than before. Getting caught, being told how kocaeli escort disgusting I am did something to me. I ended up finishing and going to bed.

–The next morning–

I woke up to knocking on the door. I crawled out of bed and grabbed a robe, before making my way to the door. I was surprised to see Helen standing in front of me.

“Good morning!” Helen greeted me.

“Morning,” I responded to the best of my ability. I was still groggy from having just woken up. “Come on in” I said quietly.

She made her way into my apartment. “I’ll put on a pot of coffee,” she said.

“Ok” I barely acknowledged. I made my way to my bedroom as I heard her clattering around in my kitchen. I put on the bare minimum of clothes to look somewhat presentable, some gym shorts and a t-shirt, and made my way back into the kitchen.

As I sat down, Helen said, “so, about last night.”

I quickly remembered what transpired and was full of embarrassment, and a little bit of arousal. “Look,” I said, “I don–“

She cut me off, “I was out of line reacting that way. I just want to say I’m not one to judge and I don’t care what gets you off.”

“Oh? Ok. Look, I’m sorry too, I should have locked the door.”

“It was my own fault,” she said as she poured our coffee. “I shouldn’t have barged in like that.”

“Water under the bridge, lets just drop it” I said as I grabbed the mug she was handing me. I took my first sip as she walked around the bar and sat down next to me.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what’s the appeal for you?”


“In scat” she promptly responded.

“Oh, if I’m honest I don’t really know.”

“Have you ever done anything like that?”

I took another sip of my coffee. “I haven’t really, no.”

“Would you like to?”

That question threw me off. I looked deep into her eyes and drank more of my coffee. I couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not. I thought about it for a little bit before responding “You know, I’m not really sure. I think this is one of those things best reserved for…” I trailed off.

“You feeling alright?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m just a little dizzy and feeling kind of tired.”

“That would be the pills I slipped you.”

“What did you just say?” I asked, taken aback.

“I slipped some pills in your coffee. I did some thinking last night and decided it would be a lot more fun to have a human toilet than a normal one.”

As everything started fading to black, I could only mutter “why?” before I passed out. I really should have paid closer attention to her making coffee. That was my second mistake.

When I awoke, I saw bright lights and a rim surrounding kocaeli escort bayan my field of view.

“Welcome back to the land of the living!” she said, clearly excited.

I tried to yell “What the fuck, Hel–” before she cut me off.

“Ah ah, you don’t get to speak anymore, toilet. If you do, I’ll have to punish you!”

“What the fuck?” I said, trying to stand up. I tried to stand up but realized very quickly that I was tied down. “You can’t keep me here!” I yelled at her.

“Yes, I can, and I will.” She said. “And if you don’t stop yelling, I’ll have to gag you. You don’t want that, now do you?”

I thought about it as I laid there on the floor, looking up at her. I couldn’t tell if I was more scared or aroused. “Ok.”

“Good. Now I know this is your first time, but I’m not going to make it easy for you!” she said. “You’re going to have to learn really quickly how to swallow and keep it down!”

All I did was nod. She took off her pants and panties and sat down on the toilet seat. Her asshole was only a few inches from my mouth, and I knew what I had to do. I opened my mouth as she let her first fart out. That’s one thing that I didn’t realize from watching all that porn. Her farts smelled. She kept farting, digging down in her seat to make sure her asshole was right up against my open mouth. I got a mild taste of her shit while she did that. To my surprise, it wasn’t completely awful. It tasted dark and earthy, almost like burnt coffee or dark chocolate. The smell was definitely worse than the taste.

“Your dick is standing stiff, toilet!” she remarked. “Lets see if it’ll stay that way once I start shitting.”

It was coming, and there was nothing I could do about it. She started pushing more and more, letting out one last little fart in my mouth, followed by the tip of her first turd. The smell was even stronger, enough to make me gag. The turd tasted much stronger than her farts. Her shit dragged across my tongue and as her shit filled my mouth I couldn’t help but gag and wretch. The stiff turd eventually stopped at the back of my throat, before she pushed the rest out followed by a few more farts.

“Quit making all that noise! You’re ruining the fun” she commanded. “I still have plenty more, toilet. If you don’t swallow it, or if you throw up, I’m going to stomp on your balls until they pop!”

I knew she wasn’t bluffing. She shat more and more onto my face. I couldn’t bring myself to swallow what was in my mouth so what continued to come out of her ass just landed all over my face. A turd managed to land in just the right way to block my nose, effectively cutting off all airflow. If I wanted to breathe, to live, escort kocaeli I would have to swallow everything in my mouth, and fast. I started chewing on her shit, not paying attention to any of what she was saying. I gagged harder and harder as her shit broke down into a paste in my mouth. I almost threw up as I swallowed my first bit, but I managed to keep it down. I kept chewing, gagging, and swallowing for survival. I eventually got down to my last piece. This one I just swallowed whole. I rushed to breathe as I finished eating what was in my mouth. It has never felt so good to breathe.

I looked up to see her wearing rubber gloves and reaching into the bowl/container my head was locked in. “Did you think you were done?” she asked, rhetorically. She put another turd in my mouth and commanded me to chew. I chewed and gagged on the taste of her filth, swallowing to make room for more. At this point, I was on autopilot, just chewing and swallowing everything she put in my mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, I was done. I had finally swallowed all of her load.

“I was right, you are a lot more fun than a normal toilet!” she exclaimed. I opened my mouth to try to respond, but she cut me off before I could say anything. “You don’t get to speak anymore. and for every word that comes out of you, I’m going to kick your balls twice.” I looked her in the eyes and saw no remorse or pity. “I know you liked it, your dick stayed hard the whole time. I’m glad then that we both agree you belong under my ass, we just have to train you to stop gagging all the time!” She sat back down on the toilet seat and grabbed my cock. She started stroking it slowly, working her way up. She farted in my mouth. “Oops! I think I have a little more for you!” she said. She pushed one last turd out into my mouth, and started talking to me. “Focus on how good your cock feels. Doesn’t it feel good to–” she pushed out the last of her shit into my mouth, filling it completely. “Doesn’t it feel good to have your dick stroked like this? Start chewing,” she ordered. I complied, and continued listening. “You’re gagging a lot less now than you were when we started! You’re already starting to grow more accustomed to the taste of my poo. That’s good, it’s the only thing you’ll ever eat again.”

I kept chewing until all of her shit was like a thick and bitter paste in my mouth. I started swallowing, and she brought me over the edge. I came everywhere as her shit slid down my throat.

She got up to wipe, threw it in the trash bin next to me and looked down. “I’ll see you later, toilet! In no time you’ll get addicted to my shit, then we’ll really have some fun!” she said as she turned off the lights and left the room, closing the door behind her. I was left alone with her taste still in my mouth, her smell stuck in my nose, and my dick rapidly deflating as I realized the reality of the situation. I was her toilet, and she wouldn’t be getting rid of me any time soon…

Stay tuned for chapter 2.

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