Toilet Slaves Scatology - Pathetic Male Officemate Turns Into a Toilet Slave!

Toilet Slaves Scatology - Pathetic Male Officemate Turns Into a Toilet Slaves!

Tom had always been the office outcast. The girls thought he was pathetic and desperate for their attention. He would do anything to be part of the group, including performing menial tasks like fetching them coffee and lunch. Today, after witnessing another male coworker get chewed out by their superior for not meeting deadlines, he worried that his days were numbered.

As he sat at his desk, his eyes fluttered open when he heard giggling coming from the coffee room. Curiosity getting the best of him, he peered around the corner to see what was going on. His jaw dropped when he saw all the girls standing around the coffee table, smiling and sipping on their drinks. In front of them was his male coworker panting and trembling, completely naked and covered in urine.

"What... what are you doing to him?" Tom stammered as he slowly approached the group.

"Oh hi Tom!" Trina, one of the bubblier girls in the office, said with a smirk. "We decided to test your loyalty. We want to see just how far you're willing to go for us."

Tom swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation rising within him. "I'll do anything," he promised, desperate to prove himself to the girls.

Without further warning, the girls motioned for him to join them. They ushered him into the room and closed the door behind them. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw that they had set up a makeshift toilet training area. There was a stack of diapers, a small plastic toilet seat attached to a bowl, and a large glass bowl filled with golden liquid.

"What are you going to make me do?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"You're going to become our toilet slave," Jenna, the office beauty, replied with a cruel smirk. "We're going to pee in that bowl, and you're going to drink and clean up after us."

Tom felt his stomach churn, but he nodded hesitantly. The girls couldn't possibly mean it, could they? As the first girl stepped up to the toilet, he found himself inching closer to the edge of the bowl, unable to look away from the stream of pee hitting the water. Each girl took turns peeing into the bowl, their legs spread wide and their faces contorted in pleasure as they relieved themselves.

After what felt like hours, the girls were finally finished. They stepped aside, revealing Tom, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Now it's your turn, sweetie," Trina cooed, handing him a baby bottle filled with the golden liquid. "Drink up."

Tom's mouth was suddenly as dry as the desert, and he didn't hesitate to take the bottle. As he opened his mouth and tasted the warm, slightly metallic liquid, he felt a shockwave of pleasure course through his veins. He hadn't realized how aroused he was by this entire situation until now.

As he drank, the girls clapped and cheered, egging him on. He drank until the bottle was empty, then he lowered himself onto the floor, waiting for his next command. One by one, the girls stepped forward to straddle his face. He inhaled deeply as each girl lowered their wet panties, granting him access to their most intimate places.

He began by licking each girl's labia clean, savoring the salty-sweet taste of their nectar. When they were finally satisfied, they rose from their positions and applauded once again. "Well done, toilet slave," Jenna purred, handing him a stack of soiled diapers. "Now it's time to clean up."

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Tom. He cleaned up the girls' dirty underwear and drank their pee, all while they watched and praised him. By the end of the day, he was exhausted but oddly satisfied. As he lay in bed that night, he realized that he had finally found his place in the world - as the pathetic male officemate who turned into a toilet slave for his mistresses. And he wouldn't have it any other way.