Permanent fixed human toilet part 5

It was a Sunday and Kelly would be back at home from tomorrow. Throughout the day, she had shat herself almost orgasmically inside him. Two other girlfriends, one of whom she knew had her period, had also been there for many hours. They had all used him.

Kelly sat down on the couch with Nadine and wanted to talk about it somehow. But she got horny again, because she couldn't cope with this situation. After all, her natural sadism could be lived out to the full here. She briefly had doubts. What if she told Nadine and Nadine didn't want Kelly to torture him unnecessarily.

She sat next to Nadine in silence for a few more minutes, diplomatically formulating the words in her head.

It was almost three weeks ago when she discovered the letter and with it the victim on the bathroom floor. "Nadine, I..." she hesitated

Nadine was still glued to the TV and only asked casually. "Yes?"

"I found and read your letter by chance" Apparently she had now found the right channel on TV. "What letter?" Nadine asked, confused.

Kelly: You have to know beforehand that I'm not judging you. I actually think it's good. Nadine:     What are you talking about?

Nadine really didn't seem to know what Kelly wanted from her. Kelly then went to the shelf and took out the hidden letter that had served as a "contract" to install the boy.

Kelly: This one.

She lifted him up and Nadine could clearly see that something she had forgotten was coming back to her consciousness. Something she hadn't thought about for a long time and was now realizing again.

Nadine: I ... so ... wow.

She didn't know what she could or should say in response. Kelly sat back down on the couch next to Nadine with the letter in her hand.

Nadine: You're not going to call the police now, are you? Kelly smiled briefly.

Kelly: No. Don't worry. I...I just want you to tell me all about it now.

Nadine then explained the whole story to her, what the construction downstairs looked like, how she had installed it and later had it sealed by the tiler. Simply everything she could think of in connection with it, except that she had been paid a lot of money for it.

Nadine's comments ended with the following words:

"well and actually I had completely forgotten about it until you just came along" Kelly: Excuse me? You forgot about it?

Nadine: Yes. I thought about him down there a few times at the beginning. But quite honestly. I couldn't care less about him down there. I fulfilled his wish. He wanted to be my toilet, no ifs, ands or buts. And that's exactly what he got. I haven't even thought about him for the last few months. Why should I? He's my drain, he works, fuck it.

The more Nadine told her how little she cared about him, the wetter Kelly became. This total coldness, this insensitive behavior. It totally turned her on.

Nadine didn't want to give a damn about him in the future and she didn't care whether he wanted out again or not. He was now just an object that wasn't even used directly but had to function. She hadn't disposed of it in the toilet with any care, neither on the many girls' nights out nor in any other way. A bathroom waste garbage can that would save him a lot of suffering was also out of the question for her.

The idea that the only sensations for him down there were the taste and the feeling of having his mouth filled turned her on even more.

The two of them talked about the subject for a while that evening and in the end Nadine wanted to forget the whole thing. Kelly made a sacred vow that she wouldn't tell anyone about it and that it would remain her secret. For the future, Kelly wanted to take over the task and destroyed the note with the contract on it. She wanted to be the one to destroy the last proof of its existence so that no one could ever find out about it again by chance.

As they were best friends anyway, Kelly was even given the

Front door key. She had asked Nadine to come over whenever she needed to poop.

In the weeks that followed, Kelly took full advantage of the whole thing, while the subject was never even broached again. Kelly crawled more and more into her own little world where it was all about torturing the guy and satisfying herself.

She came every day to shit herself in peace and make it herself. Over time, she smuggled more and more garbage from her bathroom at home to Nadine and disposed of it in the toilet.

One time it was particularly violent and she almost killed the poor thing or helped it along. Her sister had been sick again and Kelly had brought tissues, a used tampon. She shat herself out on him as usual and gradually threw all the garbage, starting with the tampon, down the toilet and watched it all clog up the drain because he couldn't keep up with eating. She knew how much he was struggling and enjoyed it. As it was still early and she suspected Nadine was at work, she simply threw everything she had brought in, which piled up into the visible area. Let him swallow properly and have something to do for the next few hours. Then Nadine would come and continue. Kelly really liked this idea again. But then she suddenly heard Nadine's car drive into the courtyard.

"Fuck already?" she said and looked into the drain. Nadine would see that she was playing here again. Then she heard the voice of another friend. This was now inappropriate for her. Without further ado, she took the toilet brush and pressed the pile of garbage firmly down the pipe until there was nothing left to see. Then Nadine and her friend were already in the stairwell. They both ran upstairs very quickly and Kelly quickly went into the kitchen so as not to attract attention.

Then the door opened, Nadine came in and another friend pushed past her.

"I have to piss so urgently, it's going to flood!" she shouted and had already disappeared into the bathroom.

Kelly was instantly horny.

"Hey, there you are. Not working today?" Kelly asked Nadine.

"No, not today. We were both on a double date and were whisked away to a Dutch restaurant. So it's asparagus today. As we couldn't find anywhere to stop on the long way back, the bladder is now really squeezing. Well, at least hers is."

You could still hear the splashing in the hallway.

A few minutes later, the other friend came out of the bathroom, visibly relieved. She was now feeling great.

"You shouldn't go in there now. You know, asparagus," she laughed and so did Nadine.

They sat on the couch for a while and chatted. However, Kelly then had to leave and wasn't really worried as she had a lot to do herself.

Nadine and her friend chatted for a while and half an hour later Nadine's bladder was also squeezing. She didn't worry about it anyway and also pissed herself in peace. She herself was only disturbed by the nasty smell of her asparagus pee.

Afterwards, she went to her friend's house and they spent the evening watching TV. Somehow they went to the toilet more often as usual, about half an hour apart, and left their asparagus urine there.

Shortly before her friend wanted to leave, she decided to go to the loo. Her bowels were a little tight. She grabbed her cigarette butts and took the slightly full ashtray

with.

Nadine watched TV for a while. Nadine's friend went into the bathroom, locked it and looked for the garbage can because she wanted to empty the ashtray. She was afraid of spreading the dirt if she accidentally dropped it from the edge of the bathtub shelf.

"Crap, no garbage can, so it's like this" She lifted the toilet lid and simply poured the contents of the ashtray into it, unaware of where the waste would fall.

Then she put it down, opened her pants and sat down.

Since she had already peed a few minutes ago, she didn't have to urinate and immediately began to drain her big, hard turd.

It went very quickly and she wiped herself off. Without looking in the toilet again, she left the bathroom and got dressed to leave the house and say goodbye to Nadine.

Going to the loo at home would have been easy for her, but the loo was the loo for her, she made no difference and it was more comfortable to relieve herself here.

Nadine fell asleep on the couch shortly after she was alone and only woke up late at night, went to the toilet herself and once again defecated a big fat hard sausage and a fair amount of smelly urine. Then she disappeared into bed without thinking and slept until the next morning.

Below:

Another day in hell I was lying there getting shit down my throat yet again and no one cared. I hadn't been the same in the last few weeks or months since my overly traumatic experience of getting horny and then being used. I was shutting down more and more. Since this horrible event, I no longer thought about the past, no longer imagined the surface or how life could go on above me. I had become more like a machine and let everything wash over me, trying to live through it as best I could. I used my familiar techniques and just wanted to swallow everything that was thrown out of me quickly. For some time now, I had also developed new habits regarding my use. Of course, I didn't hope that Nadine had moved out or anything like that.

But someone always threw tissues or toilet paper down my throat before I got the pee. This was extremely difficult for me every single time as I couldn't just swallow the hard objects whole.

At times I also disposed of a lot more other stuff than usual, apart from the days when I had a lot of visitors who also used me without restriction.

On this one day, however, I almost died. In hindsight, it was a shame but oh well. So I lay there and they shat down my throat, which was terrible in itself.

Surprisingly, I managed to get the poo into my stomach quickly and was already taking care of the toilet paper when I realized that something else had landed on top of it. As usual, I was close to gagging, squeezing it all down, suffering from the taste and just wanting to finish.

Probably more tissues again. But then I noticed a tampon and inevitably gagged briefly, but managed to keep it all in. Strangely enough, it felt like it was already slightly dry and a bit crusty. I got to work as quickly as I could. Something landed on it again and again and then again. I had already developed a feel for it.

I was sucking on the tampon and had it on my tongue when all of a sudden there was a nasty jolt above me and whatever was happening, the tampon was suddenly pushed down my throat, it slipped off my tongue and hung halfway down my throat, halfway out. Above me, my mouth filled with more tissues and other paper things. I was immediately flooded with adrenaline because my air supply was completely cut off. But I couldn't get the tampon out of my throat. My tongue wasn't strong enough and I couldn't swallow because I didn't have a bit of liquid left. There were two more jerks and everything was compressed even tighter in my mouth. I didn't know what was going on, was they going to kill me now and suffocate me? Then nothing more happened and I realized that I was running out of air. I didn't have a chance to take a single breath.

It took a while and I prepared myself with a mixture of joy but even more fear to die now. I couldn't see any way of getting out of it. Then it happened, the paper above me was soaked with new urine, the most horrible kind I had ever had to experience up to that point. I immediately began to vomit, but this loosened the tampon again and sent me through horrible agony. A game of regurgitation and regurgitation began, with liquid shooting into my nose from the inside again and again. Eventually the tampon was far enough out of my throat that I could push it up with my tongue to swallow the liquid. At some point, my stomach stopped and I quickly and almost by reflex pushed all the liquid into my stomach. To my disappointment, I couldn't breathe afterwards. The pipe was full of soaked toilet paper and tissues. I sucked somehow but it just dripped into my mouth until at some point my lungs burned so much that I wanted to inhale. During this process, I managed to create a suction that sucked the toilet paper dry. I was immediately able to swallow again. I repeated the whole thing and thought I was really going to bite the dust until I suddenly felt a jolt and could breathe again. It was too much to die and too little to breathe, but it was air that I greedily sucked in. I took deep breaths and then swallowed and exhaled. I just wanted to breathe again, so I started to dismantle the tampon and swallowed as fast as I could. It was always very difficult for me with tampons, so it took time. Just as I finally had it in my stomach and no longer had to gag from the taste of pee, some paper slipped out again as I could no longer hold my tongue against it.

My little air hole closed immediately and I panicked again. But when I had calmed down again, I sucked on the piss-paper mixture with my lungs and managed to suck out another gap. I was overjoyed because I had a bit more air again. But I still had to breathe shallowly.

Without wasting any time, I began to take in the paper and had to retch again and again.

Then, all of a sudden, the paper pressed down heavily into my wide open mouth and I couldn't breathe again. It felt like someone was pissing again and soaking the paper all over again. Cruel. Simply cruel.

Again I had to suck the pee out of the paper with my lungs to get some air.

The same procedure began.

I had to struggle with it for the next few hours because whenever I needed a little more air for

After I had worked myself up and had a few pieces of paper in my stomach, new piss was tipped in and I began to suck with constant shortness of breath.

I found myself in this situation again and again until, after hours, I managed to take it all in. The amount was one thing but the shortness of breath had really done me in, I was absolutely and totally exhausted and wanted to sleep and rest. That was the only rest for me when I could fall into a dreamless sleep.

I had just caught my breath again when the contents of an ashtray landed in my mouth and immediately deprived me of all liquid. I couldn't swallow it without further ado, so I waited for more piss to help me get all the filters down.

But then a hard, enormously large turd landed in my throat and was to stay there. No liquid, nothing. Just this turd. That couldn't be true. So close to a good night's sleep and then something like this. I tried to crush the sausage and took in the taste, along with the ash and the filters, but I was unable to swallow for the first few hours, which is why I lay awake the whole time, holding the turd over me with my tongue. If it fell down my throat and I couldn't swallow, that would be the end of me. Although it was desirable for me, I just couldn't manage to let go for whatever reason.

So I lay there until whenever until someone finally pissed and put a pile of shit on top. But then I had enough liquid to swallow it all, although it still took me an hour to get it all down, including the paper.

What a horrible event in my memory.....