Permanent fixed human toilet part 6

Everything was going to turn out well for me again that early morning. I just knew it. Above me, the work had just started to get me out. The noises got louder and louder. Apparently Nadine was hammering to finally get me out. I had been here for months. I had ended up in here through a trickster who had only pretended to be Nadine and kept me trapped in here. She had used me for ages until it was noticed and Nadine would free me. I knew she would have kept me inside but only for a short time as she couldn't degrade a human being to such a lowly object. She would have had a guilty conscience far too quickly. However this cheat had managed it, it was over for me. No one would use me as a toilet anymore, no more waste would be disposed of in me and Nadine would finally take care of me. Suddenly I saw the first glimmer of light above me. It had been a long time since I had seen anything at all, but the mask had definitely loosened and dust was trickling down very faintly. My eyes noticed the light and adjusted to it as the hole got bigger and bigger. Nadine was above me. She looked as beautiful as ever. "At last. I've found you and now everything will be all right, my darling," she said to me.

She lifted a heavy plate above me and I felt her squatting above me and fiddling with the pipes.

"Now you're free and we can lead a normal life. It's finally over for you. Just one more move"

I was so incredibly happy. My heart was clearly in my mouth and I cried with joy. The whole

Ordeal, all the agony was forgotten I could finally get out of this hole, but then....

...bitter piss filled my mouth and throat and I woke up abruptly. I was used once again and torn from my wonderful dream. It kept flowing, even though I swallowed very quickly. I could even feel it flowing from above. When it stopped, I was already looking forward to getting it over with. I gulped greedily for air, ignored the disgust and realized that I was free again. I immediately drew in air greedily only to feel a piece of crumpled up paper towel on my tongue with full lungs. Before I could even begin to exhale, my mouth filled up again. It was so bitter and sharp that it burned my throat.

I swallowed again, awkwardly balancing the paper with my tongue. It was supposed to be over quickly, but this time there was a large amount again. My users must either have been away for a while or it was morning. But this consideration didn't really matter to me. Then, finally, the fountain above me dried up and after a few gulps, all I had left in my throat was the soaked paper. So I breathed out and tried to keep breathing calmly and then get the rest into my stomach. Then I pushed again and my mouth was full of the same bitter piss as before. What was happening above me?

I continued to swallow, but realized that there was a lot of liquid being poured down my throat. I couldn't get much more down. The fuller I was, the more likely I was to vomit and that would only mean more difficulty breathing and that I would have had to swallow it all again anyway.

Above, Jasmin was cleaning herself again. The three of them had slept in the apartment and were now in a hurry to leave. They were going on vacation for two whole weeks of summer, sun and beach.

They had all already packed and slept. They quickly brushed their teeth and were picked up by Nadine's mother. Nadine almost forgot, but somehow managed it. Someone had to look after the apartment so that a certain someone didn't die on the bathroom floor.

As luck would have it, Nadine's mother's best friend was going through a separation from her husband, so she was quickly scheduled to join them. Nadine's mother took the girls to the airport and picked up Irene on the way back.

All three of them were so excited that morning that nobody had thought about him. He was just used as normal and then they were gone.

Kelly was the only one thinking about him on the drive to the airport. It was a change for her, because for the duration of the vacation she wouldn't get horny every time she used the toilet. She wouldn't do it to herself all the time because she knew he was being used whether he wanted to or not, but even for her, the joy of the vacation won out and he was quickly forgotten. By the airport at the latest, he had completely disappeared from her consciousness.

An hour later, Nadine's mother dropped Irene off in front of the apartment and drove on, as she had something to do. She had a key and let herself in. As Irene was very clean, she was immediately disturbed by the state in which the apartment was left. It hadn't even been swept. The ashtrays in the apartment were also full, the garbage hadn't been taken out and there were even some old dishes

was in the kitchen. As she was free anyway, she would deal with it later, but was basically glad to have a place to stay for the time being. Irene sat down on the sofa for a moment and took in the apartment. She now had some peace and quiet.

She was about 170 cm tall, had long, well-groomed reddish hair, was quite tanned and wore a lot of make-up. After all, Irene worked in a nail salon and attached great importance to her appearance. She still looked very good for her 42 years. But today she was only wearing comfortable clothes and was undressing a little more. She opened her suitcase and took out her casual clothes. Her leopard slippers with a high heel, which almost looked like open-toed high heels, and three-quarter leggings, which accentuated her firm body well. She left her top on and as soon as she changed she had a smoke.

She clearly had no idea that someone was trapped in the bathroom floor, still attached to the toilet drain pipe against their will. So she got up after her cigarette and stomped noisily into the bathroom.

Once there, she looked around her musingly. Like the rest of the apartment, it was anything but tidy.

For example, there were 3 brushes lying around the mirror cabinet, all of which were full of hair. Apparently each of the girls had her own. There was another ashtray on the edge of the bathtub that was half full, a few almost empty shower gel bottles were lying on the floor next to the toilet and to make matters worse, she discovered that the girls only used plain toilet paper. Luckily she had brought her own. She immediately went to her luggage and took out a roll of toilet paper, a small bottle of disinfectant spray and a can. Armed with this, she went back to the bathroom.

There she removed the roll of plain toilet paper from the dispenser and inserted her own. It was extra absorbent thick four-day toilet paper, not the plain rough one from here. She put the can down next to the toilet and then took a handful of the plain toilet paper and unrolled it. Then she opened the toilet seat, sprayed the toilet seat properly with the disinfectant spray and wiped over it with the toilet paper. She was very clean in these matters. So she also put the roll of plain toilet paper next to the toilet.

As she wiped, she looked down into the toilet. She was already prepared for the fact that there was no flushing. But she didn't care how it all worked, so she crumpled up the paper with the spray on it and threw it down the drain. Then she pulled down her pants and sat on her glasses. Immediately, a veritable torrent shot out of her and it was time for the next fag. Unaware of the pain she had already caused, she began to poop. Farting loudly and groaning again and again, many mushy sausages left her anus and found their way into his mouth while he worked on the paper.

In between, he washed up and finally threw the still burning stub down the drain, where it went out in the mushy shit in the middle of his throat. On the opposite side of the bathroom, behind the door, she discovered the dirt container from the vacuum cleaner and rolled her eyes. So much dirt everywhere. There was a lot of work ahead of her. Then she grabbed the can she had brought with her and opened it. They were moist toilet tissues. She looked around briefly for the garbage can because they didn't really belong in the toilet. There wasn't one. So she shrugged her shoulders and wiped herself with it anyway. It just ended up in the drain. What difference would it make if she disposed of her wipes in the toilet for two weeks? Nobody would mind, she thought to herself. Then she was stingy with her multi-layer toilet paper but decided to change her mind and took a lot. She would buy more tomorrow. When she had wiped herself, she stood up, left the lid

open. She had crumpled up her paper and it would probably easily find its way into his mouth, which was so disgusted he didn't know whether it was going in or out of his stomach. It was a horrible shite.

While Irene was still settling in and resting in the apartment, he struggled with all the paper, but eventually managed it. It was extremely difficult to swallow the multi-layered paper as well as the soaked moist toilet paper, as it was not so easy to tear with the tongue. But it wasn't until Irene had finished setting up and resting that the day turned into hell for him. She had discovered that the garbage can in the kitchen was almost full but didn't feel like running out. So the coffee spill from the coffee machine ended up in the toilet. Once in the toilet, Irene emptied the ashtray into it, took the dirt container from the vacuum cleaner and tipped the contents into the toilet. Then she continued into the apartment. She actually wanted to use the vacuum cleaner, but somehow she couldn't get the container into the device. So she continued to clean up first. The other two ashtray contents of the apartment ended up in his throat, or rather on the pile he had on him. Then she swept and tidied up extensively. She threw the coarse garbage into the garbage can but everything that landed on the dustpan became his food. Irene raged through the apartment like a man possessed and there seemed to be no end to the suffering for him. Out of sheer laziness, she threw all the dirt and waste into the toilet that somehow just went through the pipe. She wanted to take the garbage can out later or have someone else take the garbage away. When the apartment was ready, she started in the bathroom. The brushes were emptied and the bathroom was also swept, which once again transported a lot of dirt and hair into the toilet. He could no longer go under the bathroom floor. He had swallowed as much as he could but he couldn't take any more. His throat was parched and simply too irritated to swallow any more. Above him, the air became harder and harder to breathe in as it became more and more choked. From time to time he choked and coughed silently, causing a small draught of air that stirred up some dust from the toilet. Irene didn't notice the draught, but she did notice the dust flying around. She looked into the toilet and saw the dirt piled up in the visible area of the inner bowl. Without further ado, she took some toilet paper and threw it on top, then she took the toilet brush and pushed all the dirt down firmly and tamped until she couldn't see any more of it. At the bottom she just compressed the deck hard and forced a lot of it down his throat. He couldn't hold back and gagged. While he actually wanted to vomit, her re-stuffing just forced the deck further down his throat and he could hardly breathe again. He remembered that one day again, but it was just a flashback. He fought against the stuffing and it stopped shortly afterwards. So he was forced to hold out again until more fluid came in so that he could continue swallowing. What was going on up there that he was being mistreated like this?

Did Nadine have no mercy at all?

However, she was already on the plane and Irene carried on without giving a damn about him. As far as she was concerned, the garbage was already down the drain and forgotten. She threw one last tissue down the toilet, then switched off the light and left.

The morning continued more comfortably for her as she settled in and at some point she disappeared from the apartment. She decided to go to work that afternoon and she forced him to spend many, many hours eating the dirt in tiny bites.

After work, Irene was invited by a colleague to have dinner with her and they both enjoyed the evening until Irene wanted to go home. Her colleague was kind enough to take her

and without further ado they stayed with Irene, or rather with him. He had already squeezed down a large part of the mess over the past 8 hours and was lying there completely exhausted, hoping nothing more would come. Breathing was very difficult due to the remaining dirt and the total amount of about three emptied ashtrays gave him heartburn. But there was still more dirt on top of him and he didn't know how much.

Irene was a little cranky because she had had a drink and went to the bathroom as soon as she was in the door. She was such a clean person that in the course of her life she had acquired the habit of stopping for extremely long periods and only going to the toilet at home or only where she thought it was clean enough. So her bladder was full to bursting and she pissed herself in peace. He swallowed greedily at the bottom as he couldn't breathe and sucked in some of the dirt. It was a huge amount that was extremely bitter on its own, but the dirt made it even more so. He managed to swallow the urine and was already well full when Irene left the bathroom. She was just sitting down on the couch when her friend who had brought her home also went into the bathroom.

"Before I go, I'll go quickly," she said lightly, unaware of the fact that someone would have to swallow her body's waste and digest it again.

She was already sitting down and strudeling down his throat without realizing it. There was a large amount here too, but she finished quickly.

Unfortunately, he didn't manage to swallow so quickly as he was already very full. When she stood up, she noticed that it was only flowing out slowly.

"Irene?" she called, "I think the toilet is a bit blocked!"

She left the bathroom and Irene went to get a plunger. "That's no good," said her friend. But Irene didn't let herself be put off in her slightly pissed-off state. She went to the loo while her friend quickly said goodbye. She didn't want to watch.

So Irene was alone and put the plunger to work.