Coffee & Honey Pt. 02

The next day, I was awoken early by the sound of Amanda honking her horn outside my window. She barged into my house without knocking, pulled me out of bed, and threw me in her car in my underwear. She told me, "We're going to get you a job at my church," and drove me there. Her church was one of those enormous megachurches, and modelesque women walked around the campus. We were met at the door by an enormous lady, who towered over me. She had to have triple d tits and her ass was probably as big as me. She introduced herself as "Emilie" and said she had been waiting for us. Amanda left, and Emilie escorted me to an office in the back. Inside the office was a woman in business attire. She said her name was Julia. She told Emilie to wait outside and invited me to sit. I saw that the only seat available was a long couch with metal restraints on the sides, not unlike the one's in my bathroom. I sat down, uneasily.

She told me, "I've been reading your file. Nina says that your initial reaction to the flatulence test was positive, and Amanda has told me she's even begun you on some light waste-consumption. Is this true?"

"I-- well, uh...", I trailed off. I was suddenly realizing my whole last three months had been manufactured by this church. I was panicking.

"There's no need to answer. I have videos of everything. The church has hidden cameras set up around the whole neighborhood. I know very well what a shiteater you are. I just wanted to se if you were willing to admit it. You're not, which is perfect."

I was so scared but my dick started to harden in my pants. She continued, "I'm going to be very direct with you here. My church is very special. My partitioners are primarily young women, very successful women, and they donate very generously to the church. In return, the church provides them a unique service. You see, these women are queens, and they need to be reminded of their beauty and superiority in every waking moment, even, perhaps especially, those that are 'grotesque' or 'uncouth'. I'm talking about the bathroom. These women need to feel powerful even if they take a big stinky shit, and there's one surefire way to do that. Do you know what it is?"

"Uhh, no."

"To go right into the mouth of some useless little worm. To fill him with all the poison your body rejects, that's it's too good for. So, with these donations, we employ men, full-time, to take on this duty, or should I say, this dooty. We've been scouting you, and now the time has come to make a choice. Here are your two options either we send these videos to your friends, your family, perhaps your ex girlfriend-"

"No," I whimpered.

"Or, you come work for us. You would be a woman's toilet 24/7, whenever she needs you. Three and a half weeks on, one half week off, for nine months, and then three months of paid leave. You'd have a salary of $750,000 a year. And you get to taste a beautiful woman's pussy and asshole every day. What do you say?"

"I guess, I have to say 'yes'."

"Excellent, then I have one final test for you. Think of it as your final exam. Emilie, are you out there?"

Emilie came through the door. "Yes Ma'am, is it time?"

"It is. Tell our toilet prospect what your hygiene regimen has been like recently."

"Well I ran out of toilet paper more than a week ago and haven't wiped once since. Also, I've been juicing, so my poops have been super runny, lots of splatter. My ass is a huge, poopy mess. I'm surprised you can't smell it from there, and it itches a lot. But I wanted it to be perfect. For you." She smiled at me.

Julia came out from behind her desk and told me "Lie down," in a tone so commanding I did it instantly. Then she put my wrists and ankles in the restraints and locked them. She pulled my boxers down. "Not the worst I've seen," she said. Emilie was taking her pants off, and the smell did hit me now. It was like dirty diapers without the baby powder. I saw her colossal ass in her white panties, and they were stained every color of brown. She slipped her panties down, and I saw her ass in all it's glory, it was basically caked in dried shit of every hue imaginable. Her asshole was almost crusted over with dried poop. Julia told me, "You're going to clean every inch of Emilie's ass here today, to see if you're willing to be our toilet." Before I had time to object, Emilie squatted over me. The smell was completely overwhelming and it made my head fuzzy. She lowered her crusty asshole onto my mouth and I found it was less dry that I thought. "I went right before you got here. Great timing." I slowly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I could taste a thousand rotten things on her asshole. I cleaned it thoroughly, and then worked my way to her fifty crack, licking it's length up and down. Finally I spent probably 15 minutes tongue cleaning her enormous cheeks. I thought I was finally done, but she ripped a huge fart right into my mouth with a BRTHHHHppppppppppppp.

"Uh, Ms. Julia, I have to go again. Can I just use this one?"

"Sure, honey. If he can take this, he's definitely ready."

I began to say "Wait-" but Emilie lowered her huge ass so my jaw was locked open right underneath her smelly butthole. My whole world went dark and stinky. I felt her asshole widen a bit, then GABLOOORSHH liquid shit shot out of her ass and filled my mouth. The taste was unthinkable, I could definitely taste the green juice in her diet. There was an herbal, weediness to her diarrhea. Her stomach grumbled loudly and I knew I was in for more so I frantically tried to swallow the rancid slop. GAPLOrpshhhhh. SCHPLORPpfffffff. The herbal smelling shit overflowed in my mouth and started clogging up my nose. When I started writhing, I felt Julia undo the restraint on my right hand and put a pen in it. "Sign this or she won't get up," said Julia. My hand frantically scribbled, I didn't even know what I was signing. Eventually Emilie got up. Thats how I started working for the church.

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They let Amanda take me home, but they didn't let me wash out my mouth, and I could taste the shit all night. The next morning I was awoken by slamming on the door. I saw two girls out front, both young and beautiful and very goth. They told me their names were Abby and Morgan and that they were sent from the church to train me. They lived here now and I was their toilet. I wanted to object, but they showed me a copy of the contract I signed yesterday and I saw I had agreed to exactly that. "Let me show you how this is going to work," said Abby, the bigger of the two. "I drink this." She dramatically finished her cup of Starbucks coffee. "You drink this," she said, as she pulled down her pants and panties to her ankles, positioned the cup underneath her, and filled the cup with her coffee-smelling piss. She handed it to me to drink. I knew I had no choice. I started gulping it down with difficulty. It was bitter and pungent like coffee. The other girl, Morgan, laughed. "This is only the beginning, sewer mouth. Give us a couple hours and we'll feed you."

For a couple hours, they sat on my face and looked at their phones or watched tv. After two hours, the farts started. Pthooooooo. Pttttthhhhhhhhffffff. They were definitely closer to 'silent-but-deadly' but they went straight in my mouth either way. Eventually Abby said, "Oop, I think it's time for your first meal! Aren't you excited? Come with me to the bathroom." I followed behind her ass on all fours, smelling her farts as she produced them, until we reached the bathroom. "You know what to do." I did. I went and sat in the bowl in the floor and let her restrain my arms and legs. I was splayed out with nowhere to move. I was a toilet now.

"Good boy," she said. "Open wide." I did. Her fat ass let out a noxious BRrrrrrrAAAAAPPPPPTH and then she started shitting into my mouth, and onto my neck and chest. It was, as I later discovered in my years of scat eating, roughly a 5 on the Bristol Stool Chart, smooth and soft, but there was a lot of it, and it collected in curls in my mouth, like manure soft serve. I tried to choke it down but she just kept shitting. PLOOOOOPSH. PLOOOPSHHH. PLOOOOOOOOOOPSH. Eventually I was covered. I did my best to swallow. Abby told me to lick her asshole clean, and I thought the worst was over. But then Morgan frantically rushed in. It seemed like an emergency. I learned why, seconds later, when she dropped her pants to her ankles and rocketed wet shit all over me. SHPLISHRoooorhp SPLISHHHHHHrooorp. She was closer to a 7 on the BSC. I was drowning in her liquid shit, which gushed at me like a geyser and never seemed to end. Eventually she stopped and wiped with ass with my hard cock. They left me for I don't know how long and I tried to slurp down all the shit I could in the meantime.

When they came back, they had 4 big brown paper bags, that smelled delicious. "We got delivery," said Morgan, "it's for us not for you. We'll give you your own delivery soon enough." Abby broke in, "Yeah, and it's Thai food, which goes right through us, so don't worry, you won't be waiting long."

They took each item out one by one and showed it to me, the got every type of roll and dumplings, pad Thai extra spicy, curry. They started ravenously devouring it in front of me. It wasn't long before Morgan let out a little pweeeeee from her ass that stank up the whole room like bad curry, and I knew it wouldn't be long.

Their poop, the taste and texture of which never left my mouth for the next four hours, was the airy, mushy globs of the BSC 6. First Morgan cleared out the remainder of her gushy liquid shit into my mouth, which tasted like onions and peppers and was at least easy to swallow. That was good, because the semi-solid mush came next. Her cute little asshole filled my mouth with curry-flavored shit the consistency of dog-food with one push. She took about 5 or 6 bowel movements of that size on my face while Abby laughed and I cried. Next Abby took her place above me, squatting her big fat ass right up above my face and letting out a languid Thai food fart. I hadn't even begun to fully swallow the mountain of rotten mush Morgan had left on my face. Abby didn't care, it seemed like she wanted to bury me in her shit. The fart concluded with a torrent of sloppy shit, that was a lighter shade of brown than Morgan's. They took turns back and forth until they were all out. That was day one.

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On day three, Morgan and Abby told me they were going to "have a couple girls over." That they expected me to "be accommodating." I knew what that meant. Around noon, four beautiful girls showed up. One was asian with a blonde bob, one had dark Carmel colored skin and smokey features, two were twins, pale with brown hair. All of them had beautiful asses, the sight of which terrified and aroused me. I had consumed quite a bit of waste at this point, but the past two days of keeping up with Morgan and Abby's twice-daily bowel movements, and frequent pissing was taking it's toll. I didn't know if I could take six girls at once.

They of course immediately ordered a delivery feast. They probably got one of everything from McDonald's. When the food arrived, it smelled delicious in that fast food way, but I knew none of it was for me. It filled the entire table, burgers, fries, nuggets, cokes, filets-o-fish and McRibs, ice-cream sundeas and apple pies. The girls fell upon it ravenously. My stomach rumbled. I'd eaten nothing but shit and drank nothing but piss for the past two days. One of the twins heard my stomach rumble and said, "don't worry, you'll be full soon enough." They all laughed at my obvious fear and revulsion.

Soon, Abby grabbed me by my erect penis and led me to the bathroom. She locked me in the restraints, a position I was now very familiar with. Then the torture began. First came the asian girl. She said, "Open up! Quick!" I obediently opened my mouth. She frantically pulled her leggings and panties to her ankles and pointed her ass in my face. She let out a few wetter and wetter farts until finally SPLORSHSHSHS SPRLLOOORSH, she filled my mouth with salty, sour diarrhea. She started pissing a thick stream on my chest. SPpBlurPPppTT PBblaaP! SPLort! After about 5 minutes, she was out, and I began mournfully gulping down her soupy shit. I knew this was just the entree.

Next came one of the twins. She didn't say a word to me, just undid her pants, dropped her panties and squatted over me, prone on the floor. I saw her asshole widen, and saw and smelled the brown log pushing it's way out. Her asshole got wider and wider, past the point that I thought was possible. Eventually, a pungent, thick turd (a Bristol 5) started slowly tailing it's easy out of her beautiful, porcelain ass. I caught it with my mouth, but was not prepared for the taste or texture. I had to open my jaw as wide as it could go. With each grunt and strain from her, the colossal shit was pushed further and further down, over my tongue, and down my throat. Finally, the enormous poop broke under it's own weight. Her ass started into overdrive, shooting softer logs of shit all over my face, covering my eyes and clogging up my nose. My world was her shit. I chewed frantically to try and clear my mouth to breathe. The taste was unbearable. I could really taste the McDonalds. I heard her leave the room, as wordless as she came in.

I heard someone else entered the room, and after a firehose of salty yellow piss sprayed my face somewhat clear, I saw that it was Morgan. She laughed and laughed at the sight of me, already covered in waste, and turned her beautiful ass towards me. I cringed but I open my stinking, shit-caked mouth. Pweeeeeeee Pthooooooooo Psweeeeeeeee. She let out a couple of stinking, whistling farts on my tongue. I hoped that was all, but then her tight asshole started to widen, and she grunted out a looooooooong, sloppy Bristol 4 into my mouth. It tasted strongly of beef. It quickly filled my mouth, but she didn't stop, and the smelly turd spiraled around my face like sewer-flavored soft-serve ice-cream. I choked and chomped and gagged and chewed to get it all down, and I heard her laughing historically the whole time. Eventually I finished, and she dropped down and said "clean me." I obediently licked her dirty, poopy ass, even sticking my tongue inside and getting little bits left behind. She said, "You're getting good at this. We won't ever let you go, now. This is the rest of your life." I started to cry. She laughed and left.

Finally, Abby and the middle Eastern-looking girl were fighting over who got to use me next, until Abby said, "Whatever. Let's just both use it at once. It can take it." I began to panic, but the other girl said, "shut the fuck up," and I did. They both crouched over me, two assholes pointed directly at my face. I tried to struggle in the restraints, but I couldn't. This was too much. It was finally all too much. But they didn't hear me and they didn't care. Both of their stomachs started to rumble. Abby let out a enormous, venomous, public bathroom fart with a FRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP. It was probably the worst smell I ever smelled, like someone had left mayonnaise in a sauna for years. I coughed and coughed, opening my mouth, which was a mistake.

I heard the other girls ass crackling like a bonfire, and saw that she was shitting out a gorilla-sized turd, that was hard and thick, with craters and valleys like a landscape. It pushed it's way into my open mouth and my eyes went wide. It was a spicy shit and tasted like onions and peppers. Above me, she just kept grunting and pushing, unaware of my distress. Abby's she then splashed onto my forehead, into my eyes and nose. It was a dark brown, and a thick muddy sludge. It smelled like shit coffee. I didn't know what else to do. I just chewed robotically and they scooped all of their shit into my mouth. I swallowed every last bit of their rancid crap. "Good toilet." I thought that was everyone and I'd have at least until their next bowel movement to rest. But then I heard, "Move, move, move, move, MOVE!" I'd forgotten the other twin. She dropped her pants quicker than I could react, and shot diarrhea into my mouth like a fountain. I choked it down. All the girls had gathered in the bathroom, and the second twin said, "Abby, I think I may need to use your toilet all night. Can I stay the night?"

"Oh sure," replied Abby, "It doesn't know this yet, but it needs all the training it can get. Pretty soon, it's going to be a public toilet at the church." I couldn't even fight anymore. It was what I was meant for. I'm supposed to be a toilet for beautiful women. They used me all night, woke me up every 30 minutes to shit in my mouth until the sun came up. I loved every minute.