Tims final resting place

Tim was actually a completely normal guy, except that he took a bit of getting used to. He had special preferences, but of course nobody knew anything about that. Shy as he was, he didn't really have any friends. He had learned a trade but was not taken on after his apprenticeship due to his poor grades. So he vegetated around for almost 2 years and became more and more detached from society. He had hardly any friends and actually only a few other acquaintances, but rather a kind of customer from whom he always earned some money on the side and who only contacted him when they needed something from him.

One of them was Alina, a young black-haired beauty with piercing blue eyes and an amazing figure. She lived with her two friends in a shared flat in a house where the landlady (a young widow) also lived. They all got on well together and one day the drain in the cellar overflowed and sewer water ran into the cellar. The pressure was so strong that unpleasant water was even leaking into the toilets in the other apartments.

Unfortunately, this was not uncommon in this house and so the tenant decided to tackle the problem once and for all. Together with Alina, who also wanted to do some DIY herself, they asked for an estimate and were of course anything but happy with the cost.

Without further ado, Alina made a deal with the landlady that would save her a lot of money and Alina would even get a month's rent free. All that was missing was Tim. He was called and summoned.

The situation was quickly explained and Tim knew what to do. He offered a good solution to the problem and after a few days all the materials were delivered so that he could start working. Alina helped him, of course. She always wore tight jeans on the construction site, which were soiled, but the beauty was super sexy in them and kept distracting Tim from the work.

Briefly about the work: A massive non-return valve was installed in the cellar so that the water could no longer push up and the cellar floor was broken up. Tim installed a self-made tank in the foundation. It was an old cylindrical tank and very solid. Its drain ran to the non-return valve, just like all the other drains in the house. But the boiler, whose hatch was still open for the work, was prepared even further. It was to serve as a second backup for the house's toilet bowls. If the first valve didn't hold, the tank could fill up and there was a second non-return valve above it. So in total, 3 mechanisms provided protection.

As this problem only occurred with the toilet bowls, Tim had laid new pipes just for the toilets, which led into the tank. This was slightly sloping so that nothing could be left in it and if it did, it shouldn't bother anyone.

At the time of the work, the tank itself was already firmly installed in the foundation with the  opening facing upwards. It was well insulated against frost and ran next to a district heating pipe that was always warm. There was now only a 2 meter long opening in the ground that was about 30 cm below ground level. The tank with the open hatch was stored in it.

After 3 long days in which the residents of the house had to use a small outhouse in the garden, which only led provisionally into a hollow, it was almost done. Alina and Tim were tidying up the cellar and putting the finishing touches to it. A cement truck was due to arrive the next morning and Alina had already positioned the filler hose for it so that she could fill the hole in the ground tomorrow. She had the confidence to do that herself

and of course she wanted to keep Tim's wages low. The two of them hardly ever talked during this time, as Alina always had the CD player playing and wanted to listen to her music. As long as there was nothing to talk about, she always played it quite loudly.

In between, Tim had to go home again because he needed a component that he still had at home. "Here's the key, I don't think I'm going to do anything else today. I think everything is actually finished once you've connected your part, isn't it?" Alina asked him.

Tim said yes and hurried home. On the way out, she told him that she would put his wages on the stairs. He should take it with him.

The whole day he had been toying with the idea of lying down in the cauldron for at least a short time, as the feeling must have been. Nothing could happen anyway. Alina still had to fit a piece of pipe the next morning, only then would everything be functional. Tim hurriedly made himself a small part at home that could be compared to a mouth lock. This had disappeared into his pocket, along with a 90° angle pipe which was still missing from the boiler anyway.

He quickly returned to the house of the four ladies and went down to the cellar. He heard music coming from upstairs, the landlady probably had a visitor too, so he wanted to carry out his little plan and leave, because he was really exhausted. He had worked here for them for almost 14 hours a day and was actually paid a pittance.

But just now, Tim peeked into the stairwell again, closed the cellar door and opened his rucksack. He took the angle pipe and somehow crawled partly into the hole and then into the boiler. It was extremely narrow and so it was twice as hard for him to work. The angle pipe was connected and fixed in the boiler so that it was pointing downwards. He then glued it down again and made sure that everything would hold. He had used stainless steel so that nothing would break.

Then he went back out of the hole and back to the stairwell. His work was actually finished now, but he wanted to try something else.

While Alina and her flatmates ate dinner upstairs, Tim strapped his mouth guard around his head, making sure his mouth was extremely wide open. So much so that it hurt, but that wasn't important at the moment - he didn't have much time. He hurriedly crawled into the hole and into the cauldron with the mouth lock on his head, getting a lot of bruises in the process.

He attached the whole thing to his head with a little wire so that it could not slip and was firmly in position.

Then another attempt and after much effort he actually found himself with his upper body in the cauldron. With considerable effort, he gradually squeezed his legs into the cauldron, but had to push himself up as far as he could and with great pain, so that his head and neck were bent very uncomfortably.

He was then really inside and, thanks to the mouthpiece and the extreme tightness in the kettle, had the position he had imagined. The drainage pipe, i.e. the angled pipe, was directly above his mouth and with a little more wire he fiddled with it so that the postures of his mouth lock engaged in two pre-drilled holes in the pipe. His mouth was now virtually fixed directly to the drainpipe.

There were only narrow gaps between his mouth and the pipe. He stayed in this position for a short while and became horny. But there was still light coming in and so he bent his arms again and picked up the hinged lid of the kettle.

The kettle itself was so cramped that he had to place his arms against the side of his body when closing it from the inside. He closed the lid and was immediately plunged into total darkness. There was not enough room to straighten anything on his head or upper body. He could therefore only hold his arms long

and let it rest next to the body.

Unaware of what he was doing down there, the landlady was also sitting in her apartment with her friend Irene. The two of them got up and went to the hallway. There the landlady said goodbye to Irene, a red-haired lady with heavy make-up who still wanted to be young and looked quite good for her age. She stalked off and was about to open the exit door when her friend had also disappeared into her apartment. But just then she saw that there were banknotes on the stairs. Without giving it much thought, she simply took the money, pocketed it and went home. Her footsteps faded into the darkness outside the door.

She had simply pocketed Tim's money, which Alina had put on the stairs.

Upstairs, the girls had just finished their meal and were already looking forward to tomorrow. Finally using their own toilet again. Here, too, the toilets and the system were adapted. They were now ultra- efficient flushers that hardly used any water when flushing.

Down in the cellar, Tim had partially unhooked himself again and reached for his small rucksack. He wanted to try something else and struggled back into the tank for a few minutes, then got firmly attached again, but this time he had put the rucksack under his head. This way he was much more comfortable and the drainpipe now even protruded a little into his mouth, practically sealing it off with his teeth. Somehow this idea really turned Tim on and he enjoyed the feeling for a few more minutes. He had also closed the lid and pressed his arms against his body.

For some reason, a gentle puff of fresh air went through the tank and he couldn't explain it.

But then it really was time and he was about to peel himself out of the tank again, because the situation wasn't that comfortable. He thought for a moment and hesitated briefly. A few minutes wouldn't hurt. What was going to happen? He enjoyed lying here like this.

At that moment, Alina got up from the table, full from dinner.

"Jana, can you help me carry something? I just want to tidy up everything in the cellar so I don't have to do so much tomorrow"

She replied in the affirmative and the two of them went down to the cellar completely unaware. Tim was startled when he was about to carefully open the hatch and heard voices approaching. Alina and Jana went into the basement room.

"Great, he took the money but left the light on, never mind"

They then both went into the cellar room where the large hole in the floor was located. Tim was more excited than he had ever been in his life because he couldn't possibly make himself noticed now. It would be the most embarrassing thing ever if they caught him like this and a stranger he didn't even know.

The two continued to talk and put tools together and Jana carried two boxes. She climbed over the hole and some objects fell right on top of the tank. It didn't sound so loud to the two of them, but it was all the louder in the tank and poor Tim's ears were ringing.

"Silly" laughed Alina and then climbed into the little hole with Jana to pick up all the pieces.

While he was still processing the loud sound, they collected everything. Alina pushed the heavy metal bolt that closed the hatch shut and Jana slipped a little, causing one or two tools to slide around. "You're having fun handing out everything here, aren't you?"

Tim didn't realize exactly what was happening, he only heard that Jana was a bit clumsy and hoped more than fervently that neither of them had the idea of opening the hatch to look in.

Tim then heard above him, right above his face, Jana's heels standing on the metal and moving again and again.

"You wouldn't believe how happy I'll be when we can go to the loo again tomorrow. I've already been stopping for two days."

Alina laughed and Tim listened to the private conversation while his wide-open mouth was directly connected to the drainpipe through which everything would be flushed tomorrow.

"Yes, you can leave one on that. I'm farting like crazy today. I was farting quietly all the time when I was down here with Tim. Tomorrow the pipes will be tested first. Hahaha"

The two of them laughed and then took their things to leave the cellar. The light went out. Their footsteps were restrained in the cellar and then they were gone for Tim. Unknowingly, the two of them went upstairs and spent a quiet evening together in the shared flat. They were all happy to finally do their big business again, just like the landlady, who was equally disgusted to go in that outhouse in the garden.

After a short wait with Tim, he listened intently and quietly tried to open the hatch of the tank from the inside. His heart was still beating fast, but as he realized more and more that he couldn't get the hatch open, he became increasingly panicked.

No matter how hard he pushed, the hatch wouldn't open and he was trapped here. Even shouting loudly didn't help. No one could hear him here in the cellar. The ceilings and walls were very solid, the only window was closed and the room's metal door didn't allow anything in either.

After quite a while more of panic, he calmed down, breathed more calmly and came back down. He didn't know what to do, so he waited. His plan was to make a lot of noise the next morning so that Alina would find him, even though it would be extremely embarrassing. With a bit of luck, Tim thought, Alina would even be alone.

After another hour or so, during which he became increasingly uncomfortable, he fell asleep. Farting and with full bellies, the other residents of the house also fell asleep later.

Tim woke up once during the night because he had to pee urgently. He had a small panic attack and then realized his situation again, but couldn't judge how late or early it was. Without further ado, his bladder was pressing so hard that he somehow pulled his pants down a bit in the cramped room and let it run. It wasn't pleasant but it did him good. After a while, he fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he woke up to a loud noise that had been muffled and he first had to understand what had happened. It was loud music. Alina had already been in the cellar, got everything ready and turned on the music. She loved listening to long, mixed songs. She was in a good mood and finally wanted to go to the loo because her stomach was already hurting.

The music was then turned up two levels louder and she danced around the room. She didn't hear Tim's knocking against the inner tank and didn't see the slight movement of the hatch caused by his hard pushing. She then grabbed the last connecting piece and inserted it into the wall. The other pipes had already been laid and hidden in the wall with plaster. They had already tested whether everything worked yesterday with a bucket of water.

As the pipe didn't want to do what she wanted, Alina beat it into shape with a hammer. It bent slightly and then slid into place. She hammered it a few more times

and realized that it would probably not be possible to remove it. Fuck it, it should last forever, she thought to herself.

The hammering caused very painful vibrations in the pipe and on Tim's teeth. He was already screaming as loud as he could from both panic and pain and didn't know what was happening  above him. Why didn't she hear him? Everyone had to hear the screaming, he thought. Above him, hardly any of his volume reached the floor and what little was there was now only distributed in the pipes, which all led into a toilet that had a water level. Any sound was therefore trapped and would not reach anyone.

Alina laughed happily as she mixed plaster to dig in the section of wall that had just been put in. She ran over the hatch several times and danced around. Tim had the panic of his life and became completely desperate. He shouted, knocked, screamed and pedaled. Nothing arrived.

Alina even sang along and, after a few minutes, completely filled the hole in the wall. She looked out of the window and saw Jana, her roommate, driving the concrete mixer truck. It was a woman at the wheel and Alina went up.

Just then, her mix on the CD stopped and as there was no more track after that, it was quiet in the cellar again. Outside, Alina and Jana were just greeting the driver and talking to her.

Tim heard nothing and continued to scream like crazy. Someone had to hear him. Was there no one else in the room?

The landlady and Clarissa (the other flatmate) were already standing in the front door. They crossed their arms and were just waiting for the news that they could go to the toilet again.

Meanwhile, in the cellar, Tim just listened and wanted to make as much noise as he could when he heard something. He was scared to death. This wasn't supposed to happen and he had to get out of here.

Clarissa called over to Alina:

"Can I already? I really can't anymore!"

"Yes, you can now, I've just set the pipe. Everything's fine now." Then she spoke to the driver again and they connected the hose for pouring the concrete, which had already been prepared.

Clarissa quickly went into the apartment, Jana was already pushing and so was the landlady. Nobody knew what Tim's situation was and so the little blonde Clarissa and the slightly older landlady sat down on their toilet bowls at the same time and both pooped out big fat sausages for themselves. They had already had a pee but were now squeezing huge sausages out of their bodies. When Alina went back down to the basement, they were both already cleaning their asses. Tim was on standby and listening. He suddenly heard a noise as Alina dropped something in the basement room. She was just about to switch the CD player back on. Tim screamed as much as he could and Alina was briefly startled, because at that very moment both the ladies on the first floor and the second floor flushed the toilet at the same time. The flow caused their shit sausages to wrap themselves in the toilet paper and rush down the pipes.

"Hello?" Alina called into the room, turned again and looked into the basement hallway, "is anyone there?".

Tim could have jumped for joy. She had heard him. He was just about to shout again to show that he was here. He didn't care how embarrassing it would be now, but he wanted to get out of here. Then suddenly and without warning, his mouth filled up. In the next second, it pushed hard again and he choked. Water squeezed through the small gap between the drainpipe and his lips, which were wide open due to the mouth barrier.

Tim tasted shit for the first time in his life and gagged immediately, but there was no time. It pressed so hard into his wide open throat that he swallowed the first pieces.

Toilet paper and shit pressed inexorably into his body. The natural swallowing reflex pushed it further into his stomach and he wriggled uncontrollably. It was so disgusting for him and there was nothing he could do. Turn left, turn right, dodge. No chance. He was so well positioned that there was no way out.

Upstairs on the second floor, Jana was already sitting on the toilet bowl and inevitably began to poop herself.

Alina heard nothing more and just thought she had misheard. While Tim suffered and gagged down there, forcibly having the shit pumped into his stomach by two ladies, she went to the CD player and turned on her music again. As soon as she turned it on, she grabbed the hose and gave the signal to let the concrete flow.

Tim was aware of this but couldn't do anything. He could hardly breathe and was choking while he was still swallowing. He was in a hell of disgust and despair. He wanted so much to call out, but he couldn't. Then the music came on again and he continued to swallow. The pressure eased a little and he came up for air again. He continued to choke and realized that tears were running down his face, and the cold toilet water that had squeezed out of his mouth was now running through the tank and soaking him.

He overcame his disgust and all other instincts and swallowed as quickly as he could. He even succeeded and suddenly his mouth was full of water. He didn't think about what he had just swallowed and immediately roared again.

Alina heard something in passing, but again thought it was a background noise from somewhere else, because even when she looked around, she didn't see anyone near her.

She shook her head and opened the device so that the concrete flowed. As soon as it was open, the 30 cm deep gap in the cellar floor filled up very quickly.

Tim really went crazy. The volume above was completely muted within a few seconds, so that he could only hear bass through the brickwork, as if someone had turned the music on too loudly one floor up. He screamed and screamed but nobody heard him. He cried like a child and drummed on the tank, which now sounded very muffled.

He didn't want to admit what was happening.

Upstairs, Alina had already switched off the concrete and signaled to the driver that everything was done. She came in briefly and had the delivery acknowledged. Alina stayed behind, barely half a meter above Tim, who was screaming for his life, and smoothed the floor. She was in a really good mood because she knew she could finally take a dump in a few minutes.

On the second floor, Jana was cleaning up and doing the dishes, then went into the dining room in a good mood and prepared breakfast with Clarissa.

A large amount of shit pushed down Tim's throat and broke him for good. He threw up several times, but didn't get far with the contents of his stomach, because the shit that pushed in from above was enough to keep it all in. So he struggled on and on with the shit that came.

After smoothing her hair, Alina went to the player, switched off the music and went upstairs. She also went straight to the toilet. She sat down contentedly and had to push a little first, as she had been holding it in for a long time. She picked up her cell phone and texted Tim. While typing, she felt more and more smelly sausages leaving her body. She unloaded a collection of almost three days' worth into the bowl. Disgusted by the smell it spread around the room, she grimaced as she wrote the text message. But she was happy to finally be able to relieve herself like this.

As she sent off, Tim's pants vibrated and he actually discovered his cell phone. He hadn't even thought about it and fumbled it out of his slightly pulled-down trousers in a very complicated way. He only held it next to his body with one hand. Accustomed to operating blindly with his cell phone, he opened

He read out the message, as he could not see anything, and let the auto function read out the text message:

"Hey, thanks again for your help. Got bridge concrete by the way, so they'll never get to it again haha.

PS. I'm laying the biggest pile in my life right now, is that disgusting hahah."

Shortly afterwards, Alina flushed the toilet and the huge turd, twisted into a mass of toilet paper, pushed itself brutally down his throat and, in addition to the text message, drove him to total despair. Just as Tim was about to make a phone call and somehow call for help, the mass clapped into his mouth and startled him. He winced so much that his cell phone fell and slid straight down the drain, where it was flushed away by the remaining water from the toilet flush, which was still bubbling out  of Tim's mouth and pipe.

Tim didn't have time to scream, because Alina's shit was pressing into his completely overfilled stomach.

Tim knew exactly that he was eating a gigantic pile of Alina's shit.

Upstairs, Alina joined the others and they enjoyed the morning. Completely unsure of what each subsequent visit to the toilet would do to them, no one cared about Tim.

Alina didn't even mind that there was no reply from Tim, who always replied straight away.

The landlady also continued to live as before and unspeakable suffering was brought upon Tim. After just two days, this poor trapped soul went completely insane as he was constantly forced to eat the feces of the house's inhabitants and saw no way out. There was no way out either. The concrete had dried and the cellar had been refitted by the third day. Without a clue, several ladies were standing 30cm above Tim, who was eating a pile of shit from the residents' visit.

Contrary to all Tim knew, he did not die from this one-sided diet and even though toilet cleaner, massive amounts of toilet paper and all kinds of other garbage were flushed into his mouth, he held out well for a long, long time and his physical condition stabilized at a constantly bad body feeling, but despite everything he was healthy.

The first person to miss him was his own landlord, who noticed after three months that the rent had stopped coming in. Alina herself never contacted him again and never gave him a second thought.

She used her living piece of drainage every day, just like everyone else, without any consideration  or care. So many years passed in which Tim experienced what hell meant, while a few meters above him young pretty ladies enjoyed their lives and unconsciously showered him with ever greater suffering.