The maddening hum of the units AC droned on, the only sound keeping Emily company throughout the long night. Left alone to her thoughts, she couldn't help but think of what could happen to her beyond this... At some point, Brandi had to remember, she had to recall how she had gotten the toilet working again, no one was that dense. On the other hand, what if she just left her like this? What if the rest of her days revolved around the woman's butt! Surely someone would figure out where she went! After she didn't show up for work they'd probably track her text messages or something! But that could take days and TF app abuse was hard to prove! Oh god what if- "What was that?" Her inner monologue was interrupted as a half-asleep Brandi stumbled in, her eyes still closed, the bathroom lights still off. "H-hey! When are you...HEY!" Emily cried as the sleepy woman pulled down her pajama pants and plopped down on her open mouth, immediately releasing a jet of piss.
The foul stream, which was a light tinkling to Brandi, brought pure agony to Emily. She once again tried to buck Brandi off but the woman didn't even seem to notice. Again the sour taste of piss filled the bowl, this time pure and strong, untainted by shit but just as awful in its own right. When she was done she got up and dabbed herself dry, then flushed and left again, leaving her toilet alone in the dark once more. At least this time she had flushed...
Minutes ticked by, turning into hours, the monotony finally ended by the harsh buzzing of an alarm clock. Brandi slapped the button to quiet her clock, then lazily slid out of bed and stomped to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth without words, although who would she talk to? Her toilet? Emily tried to call out to Brandi as she got ready for her day, but as usual she got no response. The rest of Brandi's morning went by as usual. A bowl of cereal, checking in on social media, getting dressed and putting on makeup, then finally leaving for work. Silence returned to the house as the door slammed shut, the whirring of the AC unit's fan droning on. At least with the coming of the sun Emily had some visibility, and some break in the monotony. The AC unit was still her only friend, but she now had the chirping of birds and the voices from the street to occupy her to some degree. Hours later, the toilet's meandering thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing, and multiple people chatting.
"Hey did you guys see that one movie? You know the one with the guy that does that thing?" Brandi asked, making rather useless motions with her hands in an attempt to get her point across.
"Real descriptive B..." Kara, one of her guests, said.
"Infinity War?" Jill, another friend, replied.
"Yes!! See I knew I made sense!" Brandi exclaimed, dumping her bag on the kitchen counter before heading for the living room. Her friends joined her, chatting about their days and lounging for a while on the couch.
Meanwhile the lonely toilet listened in to what she could overhear, muffled as it was from down the hall. Emily groaned to herself. Had she been able to she would've slammed her head into the wall. Of course she'd bring people home! From the sounds of it, there was at least three people out there, maybe more...
"I'm so glad to be out of there!" One of the girls muttered with a sigh dramatically.
Emily could just make out the weariness in her voice and a soft thud. She had just flopped onto the couch and judging by the even softer noises a second later, she had kicked off her shoes. Emily couldn't hear anything for a second or two before that same voice asked.
"So B, you got anything good to eat around here? Can't really have a girl's night with no snacks!" There was a soft chorus of agreement from the others, all looking at their hostess.
Brandi chuckled nervously, she had forgotten to get snacks again. "Well uh..." She stared, before a bunch of groans echoed out from around her.
"Come on Brandi? Again?" Stephanie complained, clearly fed up with going snackless for a third time. "You do this every time we do movie night at your place!"
"Hey hey guys, chill. We can just order pizza, or Chinese, or something right?" Trisha said, ever the voice of reason.
"Yeah! I got this guys, there's this new Chinese fusion place that just opened over on Newman St. It's super close and super delicious!" Brandi offered, trying to save face. A mumbled agreement from the rest of the group sealed the deal, so Brandi got up and dialed the shop, heading into the bathroom to get away from the chatter. She had a hard enough time understanding the heavy accents of the owners without having to tune out her friends. "Yeah hi. I'd like the 7 person family meal. Yes. No, no extras. Well, maybe a box of spring rolls. Oh make the kung pao extra spicy! Yeah that's it. Thanks!" She ordered, pacing back and forth in front of the toilet while she rattled off her request.
Emily's blood ran cold. Seven!? Oh god! She could barely handle one! With a renewed desperation, she started yanking and tugging at her bolts, trying to rip herself free. Every tug on her bonds was emphasized by a loud squeal of effort, followed by maddening panting. It was extra disturbing to the poor woman because there was no sure fire sign that she was actually doing anything. The water didn't slosh, there was no actual sound when she took a breath, she didn't even hear any creaking beneath her! She grimaced, took a deep breath and screamed "Somebody help me!!!"
"Okay girls, back to business. What the fuck are we going to watch this time?" Jill asked, her voice all business. "Who gets to pick first flick?"
"Well I wanted to watch-" Brandi started, before being interrupted by Trisha.
"Oh no no no Miss No Snacks. You lost first flick privileges. I think Steph should pick, she hasn't in awhile."
"Oh okay! Ummm..... Oh! No... umm.." Steph mumbled indecisively, eliciting a groan from the other women.
"Steph'll take forever to decide! We'll be here all night." Jill huffed, crossing her arms indigently.
"Fine! You choose then Jill!" Steph said, getting up and walking towards the hallway. "I've got to take a leak anyway."
Emily hadn't been paying attention to the conversation until the phrase "Got to take a leak" came up. Her eyes widened, "N-no! Not again! Please not again!" She cried as Steph entered the bathroom, stomping her feet in annoyance as she checked herself in the mirror. "P-please be lying!" Emily cried "Please just need to fix your hair! Please just be...no! No no no no no!"
Satisfied with her hair, Steph turned and approached the toilet. She spun on her heel and dropped her pants, tugging her underwear out of her crack and down her legs, then plopping down onto the seat, practically slamming her ass onto Emily's face. This was immediately followed by a torrent of urine, spraying into her mouth with such force it bounced off the porcelain in front of her before splashing into the water's below.
"A-ah! S-stop! Stop it hurts!" She cries. It was like being sprayed in the lower jaw by a high force fire hose!
The stench of piss filled the toilet bowl as the stream splashed into the clear water, quickly turning it a bright yellow. This continued for what felt like an hour, before finally the trickle came to a stop, leaving Emily panting. The last few drops dripped into the bowl as Steph stood and hiked her underwear back up.
"Y-you ba- GULP!" Emily's savage comment was cut off by the flush, Steph had barely even looked at her as she got to her feet and washed her hands, leaving her alone in the bathroom once again.
Steph entered just as Kara laid down the final selection for the movie they'd be watching. "Okay, so everyone's in agreement that we'll be watching Bird Box first?" A chorus of affirmatives replied, so Kara scrolled through Netflix and started the movie.
"Scooch over Amy." Steph said, aiming for a spot on the already packed couch.
"There isn't much room left.. Not with Molly's big booty on it" Amy teased, poking her close friend in the arm as she shimmied sideways.
"Rude! My ass isn't that big." She shot back, albeit with some admittance that she did in fact, have a rather large posterior.
"Shhh guys the movies starting!" Kara shushed.
The girls settled in to the view experience quickly, although there was still a fair amount of joking around whenever something they considered silly happened on screen. About half way through the movie the doorbell rang, and Brandi bounded up to answer it, expecting the food to have arrived. It was in fact the food, and the sweet and savory smells of stir fried noodles soon filled the air. The girls paused their movie as they each gathered a plate of food, going at the various dishes buffet style until they each had their own heaping portion. Once everyone was fed they all sat down again and resumed the show, just with much more chewing noises this time...
Emily let out a soft whimper, she couldn't help but feel as if the girls were preparing themselves for her. As if they were just getting themselves ready to come back there and make her life a living hell. This, obviously, was not the case, not one of the girls spared the poor toilet any thought as they loaded up on the tasty tasty food. It didn't take long, however, before one of the girl's with weaker taste buds found out what Brandi had done in ordering.
"Owowowowowoww Hot hot hot hot!" Trisha cried, hopping up from the couch. Kara paused the movie while Trisha ran from the room and made a beeline for the kitchen. Emily could just make out the sounds of the fridge opening and closing, a plastic cap hitting the floor, and someone drinking something very fast. "Okay, that was totally not okay, Brandi!" Trisha whined, returning to the living room, fanning her mouth. "Warn me next time!"
"Sorry Trish! I forgot you've got a thing against spicy foods!" Brandi apologized. "Hey you didn't drink the milk in there did you?"
"Yeah... its the best thing to get rid of the burning.. Why?" Trisha replied, a hint of worry in her voice.
"I think it expired like a week ago.." Brandi said sheepishly, hoping to avoid any further blame aimed at her.
Trisha paled, her stomach gurgled loudly. "Oh.. go- urp!" She moaned, a sickly burp interrupting her. Without another word she made a beeline for the bathroom, pushing past the apologetic Brandi.
The word expired set off alarm bells for Emily. "Oh no..." She squeaked just as Trisha said something very similar down the hall. She heard hurried foot steps, then the bathroom door flung open as Trisha burst in, rushing to the toilet and flinging the seat up. "W-wait! The trash can! Go for the trash can! Noooo!" She cried as the green-faced woman made a beeline straight towards her. A second later her lip was flung upwards and away from her body, the woman's face came into full view, her black hair framing the green tint on her cheeks.
Trisha heaved and gagged, a rush of bile, chunky milk, and chewed chinese food flooding out of her mouth and into the bowl of the toilet. The clear water quickly turned a myriad of colors, sickly green and yellowish-brown, as her stomach contents churned into the bowl. The vomit coated almost every inch of the porcelain within with acidic bile. Despite everything, the shame, the humiliation, all of it, Emily found that the vomit was probably the best tasting thing she had had since this whole terrible event started. The sour taste of bile and the curdled chunks of milk mixed horribly with the sweet and sour chicken and tangy noodles, but still, compared to the shit monster Emily had to deal with last night it was far better, and admitting that just made Emily sob more.
Trisha heaved a few more times, a dribble of vomit dripping into the water as her red face twisted in discomfort. Once her stomach was done ejecting the rotten milk, she stood and wobbled to the sink, then washed her face with warm water and brushed her teeth, being sure to use Brandi's toothbrush.
"Oh hell no! Get this out of me right the hell now!" Emily screamed as Trisha made to leave. For once, her words were heeded. Trisha paused, seeming to remember something, then turned around and plunged the lever, then stormed back out to give Brandi a piece of her mind and a lecture on cleaning out your fridge. Emily let out a sigh of relief as the mess disappeared from her tongue, leaving her bowl pristine again.
Trisha chewed out Brandi for awhile when she returned, much to the chagrin of everyone who just wanted to watch the movie, although they were getting a different kind of show as Brandi repeatedly apologized while shrinking into her chair, the fuming Trisha looming over her. Once the grievances had been aired the movie resumed, this time with less interruptions. When the credits rolled everyone decided that a break was in order, so the group broke into smaller groups to chat for a bit before the second movie began.
Molly nudged Amy as she returned from clearing her plate, "Hey Amy, I've gotta pee. Come with?" She asked, pointing down the hall.
Amy shrugged, "Sure why not." She replied, nodding and following her close friend down the hall. Molly and Amy had been friends since they were 5, and there were few boundaries left in their relationship, so such a request hardly even phased her anymore.
As the pair entered the bathroom Molly headed for the toilet, while Amy closed the door and the hopped up on the counter, pulling out her phone as she got comfortable. Molly hiked up her dress and pulled down her underwear, then shimmied backwards, her ass wobbling side to side as she positioned herself for release. "Wait!" Amy suddenly exclaimed, prompting Molly to pause mid sit. "The seat's up!"
"Good looking out girl!" Molly said, reaching back and flipping the seat down, the plastic circle landing with a crack on the porcelain rim of the toilet. She then resumed her interrupted maneuver, plopping down on the seat with a thump. Her ass spilled over the edges of the seat, blocking out all light below and shrouding the bowl in darkness.
Emily let out a sharp cry as the seat comes crashing down, very quickly followed by Molly. "N-no!" She whined, tears of pain creeping into the edges of her vision. Molly, however, ignored her.
The sound of piss splattering onto the walls of the toilet filled the room as the two women chatted, completely at ease with being in the same room while going to the bathroom. Amy even took a cheeky selfie of the two of them, although she probably wouldn't post it, probably.
"So that guy from work? He's into me right?" Molly said, pausing between sentences to push her piss out faster.
"Mark? Oh totally. Did you see how fast he jumped out of his chair to get your request from the printer? Dude's in love with you." Amy replied.
"Mark? Oh I was talking about Jason. You think Mark's into me too?" Molly said, her stream slowing to a trickle.
"Definitely. I mean Jason is too, he nearly split his coffee walking by your desk when you were rooting around down there setting up your computer last week."
"Ha! I probably should've got someone from IT to do it, but I had work to do! I'm a busy woman!"
Through the whole conversation about office romances Emily was screaming, screaming so hard and so loud that, had either of them been able to hear her, the sound would've echoed off the bathroom walls. But the two carried on, happily chatting while Amy messed around on her phone and Molly's tinkle came to a stop. Emily let out a sigh of relief as Molly started to get up, her ass cheeks jiggling in front of her as Jill's voice called from the other room.
"Molls? Amy? We're getting the next movie queued up!"
"Yeah!" Steph pipped up "Moll let Amy out of your crotch and lets start this!" It was always Steph's job to make those types of jokes at the two's expense, it didn't really phase much of anyone anymore.
"Don't forget to flush." Amy said as she slipped off the counter, prompting a sigh of relief from Emily. "We don't want to leave a ring on it."
"Yes Mom." Molly teased, reaching over and pushing the handle down in an exaggerated motion, prompting Amy to roll her eyes and laugh. The pair excited the bathroom together, after Molly washed her hands of course, then headed back into the living room and reclaimed their spots on the sofa.
"Sooo, how'd Molly taste tonight?" Steph joked, prodding Amy with her finger.
"Better than your mom last night." Amy shot back, grinning smugly as the rest of the girls oooed and Steph admitted defeat.
"Alright, alright, calm down kids." Kara said, tapping the remote and starting the next movie, John Wick. The sounds of gunfire echoed down the hallway as the action flick flashed across the screen, captivating the girls, aside from Trisha who wasn't an action fan. About halfway through the movie suddenly stopped, provoking a chorus of questions as Kara stood and blocked the screen. "Sorry girls, gotta go to the ladies room." She explained, stepping over the coffee table and heading down the hall.
"Aww come on Kay!" Steph whined in response. "We'll be here for like an hour the way you do it!" Kara ignored her.
The door swung open and shut as Kara entered. She paused to check herself in the mirror before continuing to the toilet, clearly in a bit of a hurry to get situated. Emily let out another soft whimper as Kara approached. "Please no.." She moaned, her loud screams had faded to small, desperate little whimpers by this point. She begged Kara to just use the sink, or the shower or something, anything besides her! But Kara, as so many had before her, was completely oblivious to her plight.
Kara checked the seat for any back splash that hadn't been cleaned up, but was satisfied and turned to sit, tugging off her leggings and underwear in one smooth motion. Her backside crashed down onto Emily's lips, soon after sitting the redhead unleashed her bladder, the concentrated piss spraying into the bowl and soaking it in its acrid stench. Kara liked to think she had a stronger bladder than most, and was able to go most of the day without needing a bathroom break, but unfortunately that meant that her pee usually stunk pretty bad by the time she did go.
"A-ah!" Emily cried, the sour, bitter, musky liquid quickly staining the water below it a cloudy sort of yellow. She began to sob again, but she hardly even tried to buck Kara off. She knew it wouldn't accomplish much. Kara took several long minutes to empty her bladder, filling Emily's mouth with that disgusting taste and that oppressive heat again. But finally, mercifully, Kara started to rise. "Y-yes...get off....please get..."
Kara paused, her ass hanging mid rise. Then Emily heard the phrase that made her blood run cold. "No time like the present I suppose..." Kara mumbled to herself, plopping back down and spreading her cheeks in preparation of her new addition to the toilet's next meal.
"O-oh god! Not again!" The toilet cried as Kara plopped back down. Now the bucking started. The last time she had experienced a 'meal' she had been stuck with for hours! She was not in any hurry to repeat that.
Kara sat and flexed her asshole for a bit, trying to work the bowel movement out of her system. It still had a ways to go until it was ready to see the light it seemed, so she retrieved her phone and scrolled through Instragram for a bit while occasionally pushing.
The anticipation of the oncoming mess was the worst. Emily could hear and feel Kara's body working, feel her occasionally push and see in the almost total darkness of the bowl that the red head's pucker was pushing and doming, but just as she thought for sure that this was it, the hole relaxed. What felt like an hour passed and the very first of the shit poked the tip of its head out of the hole like a shy groundhog before slipping back inside when the sphincter squeezed shut too early.
"Oh god!" Emily cried, but just as soon as the waste appeared, the ass hole clenched shut around it, leaving only a faint smear on the pucker. "Oh please be constipated!" She breathed, watching as Kara's back door quivered, puckering and unpuckering.
No such luck, the crap slowly extended out towards her, dangling from Kara's backside until finally it dropped into the horribly warm pool beneath her with a quiet plop. Now that that way was paved, more hunks of waste slipped out from her bowels, eager to join their sibling at the pool party. Bouts of gas interceded the new party members, short puffs that added just a hint of new flavors to the already gag inducing mixture swirling below. The logs of shit slowly dissolved in the mildly acidic bath they fell into, their distinctly bitter taste creating a cocktail only to be appreciated by the toilet it was currently sitting in. Emily started to sob again, as Kara relieved herself at a slow, methodical pace. It seemed to be days before Kara finally decided she was satisfied, rising off poor Emily to reveal a toilet filled with dark yellow piss, and tiny fibrous fragments of what had once been shit.
Kara stood and ripped off a wad of paper to wipe with. She rubbed her asshole in little circles, cleaning off the small amount of shitty stains from her relatively dry movement. A quick glance at the state of the TP told Kara that was satisfied she was clean enough. "I'm not getting my ass licked tonight anyway..." She muttered to herself, a fond memory flashing through her mind. After unceremoniously tossing the soiled paper into the bog, she plunged the handle and washed her hands, humming absentmindedly to herself as she fixed a few stray hairs. Some of the girls were calling for her to hurry up, so she hurried and left the room, apologizing profusely for taking so long.
"Oh thank god!" Emily sobbed with relief as the taste vacated her tongue and disappeared down her throat. The intense feeling of gulping down shit and piss was worth it if only to feel the cool, clean water flow into her mouth again.
"About time!" Steph scoffed as Kara returned, the red head squeezing onto the couch next to her. "What was that...15 minutes? What were you writing a novel in there?"
"Hey, when nature calls I must answer." Kara replied, shrugging and grabbing the remote, hitting play before anyone else decided to tease her for being in the bathroom so long.
The sound of gunfire resumed as the action packed movie started again, kicking the girls back into silence as they shoveled yet more luke warm Chinese food into their mouths. The movie was reaching its climax now, everyone was on the edge of their seats, and then...
"Ooohh crap." Amy moaned, wincing as she clutched her stomach. Kara paused the movie as everyone turned to look at her. "I don't think this chinese is sitting well with me.." She continued, wincing as her stomach made another gurgling grumble.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" Molly asked, a look of concern on her face. "I can come with-"
Amy groaned and stood up, holding her stomach, "No! No no, that's okay. I just need to-" Without even finishing her sentence she scurried off down the hall, her butt cheeks clenched for dear life.
Emily had been half listening to the noises from outside the room, still trying to recover from Kara's cuisine. The women's voices were a bit too indistinct at times, but the movie was blaring and did quite a bit to break things up. Suddenly the loud movie stopped though, and Emily realized something was wrong. Her blood went cold as she heard more hurried footsteps, followed by Amy bursting into the room, clutching her stomach and frantically trying to remove her jeans. The panicked and desperate looking brunette, sweat beading on her forehead, rushed over to the toilet, hurriedly tugging down her jeans as she waddled across the room.
"No!" Was all Emily managed to scream before Amy slammed her ass onto her lips. Not a moment later her asshole unleashed hell.
A wave of sludgy shit sputtered out of her anus, the soft-serve waste dripping into the clear water and almost instantly dissolving. A burst of gas popped out not long after, spraying the entire bowl with a fine mist of shit spittle before the next round of liquidy diarrhea seeped out. Amy groaned as her anus burned, the spicy noodles coming back to bite her in the ass, literally. Her face contorted in discomfort as a long run of soupy crap extruded out of her back door, the almost never ending supply of waste beginning to pile up on the bottom of the bowl. The less dense material floated on top, bobbing and sinking before dissolving completely, turning the water a sickly brownish yellow. This was by far the worst, the sharp spicy stink filled Emily's mouth and the spices in the spray made her feel like she was getting pepper sprayed. Her eyes burned, her throat burned, her mouth burned, she felt like her whole body was on fire.
"The air freshener is your friend!" Kara called, trying to be helpful as the horrid noises emanating from the bathroom made everyone cringe.
Amy hardly even acknowledge the "helpful" advice though, since she was too busy squeezing her guts out of her asshole. For the next 10 minutes she sat on her porcelain throne, each time she thought the worst was over another round of toxic sludge spewed out of her battered sphincter. But finally, after a particularly loud burst of hot gas, it was over. She stood on shaky legs, the ring of the toilet seat indented into her butt cheeks from the prolonged sitting. After unwinding a long strip of toilet paper she began the process of cleaning up, wiping and scrubbing her soiled butt crack clean of the disgusting mess she had made. One look in the bowl was enough to make her gag, and the smell now permeating the room certainly didn't help things.
As Amy was on her third wipe, a frantic knocking rattled the door, startling her. "Amy!! You need to open up right now!" Jill's voice called from behind the door.
"Hold on! Almost done!" Amy replied, hurrying her clean up.
"No! Like right now! Please!" Jill repeated, desperation wavering her voice.
Amy realized what she meant and finished wiping, leaving dried shit stuck to her crack. "I haven't flushed yet!" She said as she unlocked the door.
As soon as the lock clicked the door burst open, a desperate looking Jill framed in the doorway. She was holding her stomach and doubled over from exertion, her legs crossed in an attempt to hold on. "Outoutoutout!" She cried, pushing past Amy before slamming the door shut.
"Just let her flush! Just let her flush!" Emily cried as the door burst open. "N-no no!"
Jill wasted no time, quickly throwing her pants down and practically jumping onto the toilet. She hardly even noticed the horrific mess that Amy had made, or the pungent odor wafting through the room, there was only one thing on her mind, and it was not shitting herself.
The petite blonde slammed her ass onto Emily's so hard that she felt like she had some how broken her teeth. Then, less than a second later, another down pour started, blasting into her with such ferocity that Emily felt like her jaw was broken. Had she been more present at that particular moment, she would've realized that this was probably the reason the toilet she had replaced was broken to begin with. However, Emily was too busy losing her mind with pain to focus too hard on that. Unlike Amy, everyone could hear Jill's violent, explosive movement.
Steph physically winced. "Ooof...Okay that sounds bad" She muttered, actually unable to add a bit of snark to the statement.
"Should...should we do something...?"Trisha asks timidly.
Steph merely shook her head "Best to let her ride this out and then give her some pepto or something..." She sighed. "This is Thursday all over again... I don't even want to know what you had to do to get that crapper fixed B." "I needed to call in a favor, let's just leave it at that." Brandi replied, chuckling to herself.
The sounds of Jill's violent diarrhea sputtered on for another five minutes. The screams coming from Emily suddenly stopped, replaced by guttural choking sounds as Jill decimated her mouth. Each second that passed more and more of the nasty, thick, chunky spew escaped from Jill's backside an coated the inside of Emily's mouth. Emily felt her vision going hazy, things were getting dark as the thick sludge choked the life out of her. She was dying. Jill was killing her with the contents of her bowels. And as sad as it was, Emily was welcoming it. She prayed that this would be it, that this would be the end and that where ever she went next it would be a place where she had no sense of smell or taste. By the time Jill was done there was a veritable mountain of shit piled onto the bottom of the toilet. There was so much in fact that it was hard to even tell if there was any water left in the bowl. Jill stood and wiped herself down, wincing in pain as she rubbed her sensitive asshole.
As she limped down the hall and flopped onto the sofa, exhaustion written across her face, she turned to Brandi and snarled, "No... more... Chinese..."
Amy chimed in with her agreement, her stomach still gurgling as it processed the scraps of her meal that hadn't been ejected earlier. "Sorry I didn't flush before you went in.." She said to Jill, reaching over and holding her knee.
"I didn't even notice.." Jill sighed, just happy that her ordeal was over.
"Wait. Did you get it to flush Jill?" Brandi asked, looking down the hall to the bathroom.
"God no. That toilet's clogged to all hell." The weary blonde replied.
"Ah shit.. Not again!" Brandi exclaimed, getting up and heading to inspect the damage. "You guys can finish the movie, I might be awhile..."
As she entered the disaster zone, gunshots echoing down the hallway behind her, Brandi immediately began gagging. The rancid funk of two separate diarrhea attacks hung like a thick fog in the air, poisoning any who dared to draw breath near ground zero. Speaking of, the toilet was a nightmare. The pile of sludgy shit heaped in a mound in the center could induce vomiting just by being looked at, and the once white porcelain was now stained with brownish yellow splats. Despite her best interest Brandi closed the door and crept closer, retrieving the plunger from behind the sink and eyeing her monumental task warily. She knelt down next to the bowl, suppressing another wretch as she caught a strong whiff of its contents.
"Heyyyy Em.. Tough first day on the job huh?" She said, feeling a little silly for talking to an inanimate object. She even waited for the toilet to respond before shaking her head, "Right. Toilets don't talk, duh. Anyway, don't worry I'll help you out. Just gotta... Umph.."
Brandi jammed the plunger into the mound of shit, pushing it in with a sickening squelch. Once she managed to drag it down to the hole at the bottom she began pumping, forcing the crap through the packed pipes and out into the sewer. After ten pumps she tried a flush, but no dice, all it accomplished was packing more shit down into the U-bend.
"Fuck.. This is disgusting.." She muttered to herself as she started pumping again.
Ten minutes later, the sound of gurgling signaled her victory. The last of the soupy mess slipping away down the tubes. Brandi sighed and wiped her brow, setting the plunger down in the bowl. "Finally! Jeez that was gross. Hang tight Em, I'll be back when everyone leaves." Without another word she stood and washed her hands extra thoroughly, then left to see if she could catch the end of the movie. Emily was brought back to reality seconds later by something thick, wet, and disgusting slammed into her throat. She gagged, her vision returning as Brandi, her hair tied back behind her face and her face a little green, shoved the plunger over and over again into her mouth.
"Ack! Acckh! Blacgh! N-Ack! N-no!" Emily cried as the mess within her throat gave way and passed down and through her yet again. "You son of a bitch! It was over! It was fucking over!" Emily screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes tearful as Brandi straightens back up and wipes her brow. She was made to swallow the remainder of the mess, her spittle washing away what was left on the plunger, glaring hateful daggers at Brandi's back as the latter washed her hands. Then.. then she spoke to her. She told her she'd be back after this all was over. "What!? You can't just leave me here! Get back here right now!" The toilet screamed, but once again, Brandi was gone. Emily's feral screams of rage would've sent birds skyward for miles around had she actually had a mouth to make that noise
Brandi returned to her friends, brushing her wiping her hands against each other in a display of exhaustion. "Whew! You two really made a mess in there!" She exclaimed dramatically pointing at the blushing Amy and weary Jill.
"Next time, don't order Chinese." Jill shot back.
Everyone shared a laugh, just glad that the trouble was behind them. They then caught Brandi up on the ending of the movie, including a reenactment of the final scene performed by Molly and Steph. The rest of the evening wiled away into idle chatter, since it was getting to late to start a third movie. One by one Brandi's guests departed, until finally she was left alone again.
"Oh hey, you sure you're okay with hosting again next week? I'm going to have relatives over so I can't host." Molly asked on her way out the door.
"Oh yeah! Don't worry about it! I'll be sure to make snacks this time!" Brandi replied, smiling broadly and waving as Molly and Amy stepped outside. "Drive safe!"
The door shut with a thud, silence falling over the living room for the first time all evening. Brandi sighed, then started tidying the plates and glasses scattered around the room, dumping them in the sink for future Brandi to deal with. As she was bending over to retrieve a dropped fork from under the coffee table, a familiar pang in her gut urged her to leave it and take care of other matters. A short jaunt later and she entered the bathroom, the slight stench of the night's horrors still hanging in the air. Brandi crinkled her nose as she stepped towards the toilet, removing the plunger and returning it to its holster under the sink.
"Heya Em." She said as she looked down at the toilet. "What a night eh? Always love having those gals over.. Oh and don't worry you'll get to see them again next week."
"Go sit on that plunger" Emily responded grumpily as Brandi started talking to her. "Sideways!" The toilet woman was not in the least bit happy. Her last great escape, the escape into the sweet embrace of death, had gone completely tits up. Now Brandi dares to come into the bathroom like everything was cool? Like she had just helped her out by moving the groceries into the kitchen? She, now more than ever, wanted nothing more than to subject Brandi to the same torment she had gone through, or worse! She wanted to use that damn app to turn Brandi into something edible, give it to one of her friends and let the woman's body rip her apart and...
Brandi unceremoniously plopped down, interrupting Emily's ranting. The plastic seat creaked under her weight as she settled in. "Got another load for ya, hope you're not too full!" She said, chuckling to herself.
Emily's eyes bulged in rage again. "Don't you fucking dare!" She screamed as the woman waltzed over to her and began to pull off her jeans. The larger woman's ass slapped against her seat with a soft, wet sounding slap, and Emily was once again subjected to the view of her enemy's undercarriage. "I'll fucking end you!" She screamed, trying to throw her again. "I'll fucking bury you up to your neck and install a fucking outhouse on top of you! And just see how the fuck you like it!" She continued to rant in such a fashion while Brandi relaxed.
Brandi sighed, letting her asshole take over while she tapped away on her phone. It didn't take long for her shit to beginning snaking out of the wrinkled sphincter, the long, soft turd slowly coiling down into the water below.
"Urgh.. Chinese almost gives me the natiest shits.." Brandi said to herself, wincing and pushing to force the rest of the crap out quicker.
The tail end landed with a soft plop, floating a second before sinking below the water line and settling on the bottom of the bowl. Brandi's push spurred her bladder into action as well, a hot jet of piss shooting out of her cunt and splashing against the side of the bowl. A sputtering, wet fart gurgled out of her ass, hissing and popping while spraying the area in a fine mist of shit. Although it physically pained her to say it, although it was the absolute worst... Emily had to admit one thing about this particular part of the night. Compared to the massive, earth shattering, fist clenching, bowel breaking, toilet killing movement that Amy and Jill had presented her with, at least this one was manageable. This tasted just as foul, just as spicy, just as nostril burning and eye watering, but at least it didn't hate fuck her to death.
Brandi continued offloading her waste into the toilet, completely content with shitting into a former living being. To her it was just a toilet now, and toilets were good for nothing else but taking her shit. Finally, after a solid four minutes of pushing out farts and skinny turds, she leaned to the side and started wiping, not wanting to risk dripping any of the wet shit on her pants. It took some time to clean herself up to the point she felt sure she wouldn't make a mess, but eventually she stood and finished up with a few thorough rubbings of her asshole. After dropping the last of the soiled paper behind her, a brown stained topper to the pile of crap filling the bowl, she reached back and pushed the plunger.
"Thanks again Em! I'll see you in the morning, unless I need to piss again tonight..." She said casually over her shoulder as she left the room, flicking the light off and heading to her bedroom.
Emily let out a loud gurgling gulp that only she could hear. She started to sob again. "I hate you..." She cried as the lights went out, leaving with only the sounds of her reservoir refilling with water, and Brandi getting into bed. Then, silence. The first night, she had hated this silence, she had wanted something, anything to take her mind off her failed escape attempts, the monotony, the fear... The silence had been oppressive then, now it was a comfort. The hours she spent in the cold, dark silence with just the gentle hum of the AC and the occasional shifting of bed springs was now like coming home to a welcoming hug after a long day of hard, humiliating, and depressing work. She cried herself hoarse, then, in the night she realized probably the most important thing a toilet could realize. When the people of the home were asleep, she wasn't being used. For the first time all night, her mouth was clean, and she was, well not happy, but she was at peace. Emily let out a relieved sigh, and just basked in the quiet of the night.