Toilet Slaves Scatology - Pathetic man becomes Human Toilet to Pay Off Debt!

Oh man, how did I get into this mess? I mean, I always knew I had a penchant for the unusual when it came to fetishes, but never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd end up like this: a pathetic toilet slave for a group of kinky girls who took pleasure in crapping on my face and making me drink their disgusting feces. But here I was, lying on the cold hard floor with a portable toilet seat over my head, my mouth filled with the stench of their shit and my body trembling with anticipation of what was yet to come.

The truth was, I was up to my neck in debt. I'd taken out a few risky loans trying to start my own business, and even though it looked promising at first, things had quickly gone downhill. I owed the girls tons of money, and I had no cash to pay them off. They knew this, of course. They were my friends, but they were also ruthless businesswomen. And they saw an opportunity to make a profit from my misfortune.

One day, after months of dodging their calls and avoiding their texts, they showed up at my doorstep. They looked nervous but determined, and before I could even say anything, they made me an offer that I couldn't refuse. They would clear off my debts – every single dollar I owed them – if I agreed to be their personal human toilet. At first, I thought it was a joke. But then I looked into their eyes, and I saw the glint of excitement and anticipation that only comes from truly kinky people who have finally found someone willing to fulfill their darkest fantasies. And it scared me.

But what choice did I have? They had me by the balls, and they knew it. I agreed to their terms, reluctantly. They made me sign a contract, promising to keep everything we did a secret and agreeing not to report them to the authorities. And then, they took me back to their place, stripped me naked, and made me lie down on the floor, ready for my transformation into a toilet slave.

The girls took turns whipping and pinching my body, supposedly to prepare me for the task ahead. But I knew they were just enjoying themselves and getting off on my helplessness. Then, one of them lifted the portable toilet seat and placed it over my head. Another aimed her anus at my face, and as soon as I felt the warm stickiness of her shit touching my lips, I knew there was no turning back. I opened my mouth wide, stretching my tongue as far as I could, and welcomed her hot, juicy turd into my mouth. The rest, as they say, is history.

From that day on, I became their slave. I spent my days cleaning up after them, washing their dirty underwear, and preparing their meals. And at night, when they had to take a shit, I would crawl eagerly to them, ready to service them like the toilet slave I was. They took turns crapping on my face, on my chest, even on my tongue sometimes, and I was forced to swallow every single morsel of their shit. It was degrading, humiliating, and yet, a part of me enjoyed the submission and the sense of purpose it gave me.

Weeks went by, then months. The girls' business was thriving, and so was their pet human toilet. I had become an integral part of their operation, and they wouldn't let me go. Somewhere along the way, I had become addicted to the filth and the taboo, and I knew I couldn't live without it now. So there I was, lying under their toilet seat, my face buried in their shit, wondering how the hell I got here and if there was any way out.

As I swallowed the last bits of feces from their asses and prepared for the next round, one thought kept circling in my mind: This is my life now. I am a toilet slave, and I will never be free again.