Checking All the Wrong Boxes
by Slave Fart

"Consuela, I'll just sign over my deed and you'll be able to stay."

So after the immigration reform and amendment TO the 13th amendment went through, there were a few weird things happening in America.

"But if you're my slave, then... Won't this be weird?"

First was people registering other people as property outright. There were a lot of issues and it honestly just now feels like it's sorted. I made it out ok, which wasn't always a given based on how my parents thought about selling me. So I ran. Dad's a drug dealer and mom's a user. They would have sold me in a second.

"Don't worry about that. We won't act on it. It'll be a fake slavery."

I took up residence with Consuela, a pretty, though chubby, Mexican girl that I met when I was on the streets. She ended up making it big as a coder for some software company. She was making BANK.

"I guess. It would just be weird having a slave."

But there was a single problem... Consuela was an illegal. With the reform, she would eventually be rooted out and deported, unless...

"Consuela. If they catch you, you're deported. We can't let them do that."

Unless she were to prove she was married to an American citizen or she owned an American citizen. Those were your only two options. The slave has rights, though limited, and one of them is they can stay in their home country with their owner. This made a lot of interesting propositions for people who were buying up slaves just so they could get residence here. The purposes were vast, and that's how we started having this conversation...

"Yeah. I guess you'd lose your home too. And you do clean up around here. Maybe you ARE my slave? Hahaha," she laughed.

We jumped in her car and drove down to the office for slave registration.

The forms were plentiful and I had to prove that I was in fact an American citizen.

"What kind of slave are you?"

"I dunno, just mark the first box."

"That says sex slave."

"Then mark the last box, whatever. It doesn't matter."

I didn't read the form, but boy should I have. Here's where we met Aisha. Aisha was a real pain. Asking questions about the nature of my slavery and belittling me at every turn.

"And Consuela, your slave, this thing here, it's really your property?"

"That's correct."

"I'm a-"

"Silence, slave. You really need to train your property better, Consuela. Ok. Well I need to be sure. You marked this thing as your toilet slave."

I sat up and my brain shouted, though my mouth remained silent, "TOILET SLAVE?!"

"Uh," Consuela didn't read it either and her eyes were screaming at me, "That's correct... He's my, um... He's my toilet slave."

"I'm her toilet slave."

"Yes. You're my toilet."

"I eat her shit."

"You eat my shit."

Aisha glared at the two of us, "Consuela, you're shifting in your chair a lot... You have to fart?"

Consuela blushed, "I do have a little gas, yes."

"Fart in his face."

"Excuse me," Consuela balked.

"This thing eats your shit. So give it a little gift, a little appetizer. Rip that fart you've got right on its face."

Consuela's mouth opened and she stood up. We both knew we had to do this.

Aisha barked, "Bare assed. Don't worry. I won't tell. And toilet mouth, catch her fart in your mouth. Like a good toilet slave you so clearly are..."

I did as commanded and spread Consuela's sizable ass cheeks apart, revealing a very dirty ass crack and soiled asshole. My mouth hovered over Consuela's anus, and Aisha shoved my head deep in her ass cavern to connect my mouth to her poop chute. Consuela groaned a little and farted a hot, soupy, wet fart right into my mouth. I did my best not to gag...

"Damn, girl... That was cold blooded... Ok. Here's the deal. I don't think this thing is really your toilet. BUT, I'm going to give you a chance to prove me wrong. I'm going to do weekly visits for the next three months. You won't know when I'm coming by. If the toilet is ever out of its state mandated toilet box, you're deported and he's going to remain in state slavery department custody, to be sold to the highest bidder. Ok?"

Consuela stealed herself, "Ok."

And so we left without a word. She didn't apologize for farting in my mouth, but she looked scared and sad. We sat on her sofa.

"I just... I don't want to leave. I am so afraid they're going to deport me. I wouldn't survive in Mexico. But I don't think I can use you as my toilet. That's disgusting. You'd get sick!"

"That's why they have the state sanctioned box for it, Consuela. It's three months. And I'll just stay close by. You don't actually have to use me. When she pops by, you just say you don't have to go."

She smiled a little, "I guess."

"It's our only option."

"Ok. We'll try it," she hugged me, "You're a great friend."

And so a week went by and Aisha hadn't showed up. These would be unscheduled visits and Aisha would just show up whenever.

I was in the toilet box most of the time when Consuela was home now anyways, just in case. She watched TV on her laptop while sitting on her old toilet. She would feed me whatever we were having for dinner and it was all pretty funny to us. She even dropped a chocolate candy bar with peanuts down into my mouth while sitting above me.

We both thought it was so funny until the knock.

"Hello Aisha."

"Hello Consuela. Where's the toilet."

"In its box, waiting for me to use it, like a good toilet slave."

"Interesting. Let's have a look."

They walked in and I had my mouth wide open. They both looked down at me and Aisha laughed.

"Wow... You both are taking this real far! Go ahead, Consuela. Take a shit in your toilet's mouth."

"I don't have to go."

"Then I'll go. I have a huge load. Your toilet will struggle to eat it all."

"No!"

"No," Aisha was concerned, "I can't use your toilet?"

"You can use that toilet. I don't have to make my toilet serve anyone else."

"That's true... Someone read the manual. Ok. Consuela, when do you usually take a shit?"

"Oh. Isn't that personal?"

"Well to ensure that this slavery is legal, I need to ensure that you have used the toilet. Think of it as consummation."

"Oh," it was starting to set in that we'd actually have to do this, "I shit three or four times a day."

Three or four times?!

"Usually at what times? Be specific."

"A big one at 6 am. A smaller one at 7 am. Another big one at 6 pm. And then sometimes right before bed at 10:30 pm."

"Ok. It's 7 pm now, so that checks out. I'll be back to check on this, but so far, I'm unconvinced."

She left and Consuela and I sat in silence.

I broke the silence, "You have to do it."

"But I don't know if I can! And what if she asks you to do it and it was bean burrito night the night before?! My shit STINKS already and it gets even worse, in case you didn't know!"

I knew. I'd smelled it after bean burrito night. Hell, we ate bean burritos tonight before Aisha intruded.

"Consuela. You have to. You have to do it regardless of what you ate the night before. You have to put me aside and just use me as a toilet. Just think of me as an object like Aisha does. Otherwise I'm just a state slave anyways."

"OK," Consuela said and smiled down through the toilet hole at me, "I'll shit in your mouth for you. Your slavery will at least be a benefit to you."

We both chuckled and then she turned out the lights.

It was about 5:59 on the nose when someone knocked on the door.

Shit.... Literally.

I heard Consuela and her talking in the hallway and Consuela came in.

"She gave me this camera thing. I have to put it in there before I go. I'm sorry if I fart too much. Bean burrito night... Are you sure you want to go through with this? If we do this, I'm going to really shit in your mouth."

"You don't have to apologize for farting in my face. And yes, I'm sure. Just think of me as your toilet."

"Well, after this, you ARE my toilet..."

She laughed and looked scared. She placed the camera into the bowl and took off her pants.

As Consuela took her place above my face and sat down, I saw her huge butt cheeks spread apart again, just like when I did it with my hands. She adjusted and I heard Aisha laughing from the hallway.

PRRRRRTTTTBBBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTBTTSSSSSSSSS

Consuela let rip a rancid machine gun blast of a fart and the stench was vile. Paint peeling off the walls wouldn't be enough of an analogy. It would have killed a herd of elephants. And here I was breathing it in.

Aisha busted out laughing even harder in the hallway, "What a fuckin' fart! Who knew you had that inside your body!"

Consuela grunted a little and her piss flowed freely. It was yellow because it was the morning and also because she never got enough water. I thought it would be tangy, but it wasn't. Her piss wouldn't stop and I had to keep drinking and drinking to keep up. It was impossible.

Her piss slowed and then Aisha said from the hall, "Ah yes! Time for the main event!"

I was staring up at Consuela's huge butt, focusing on her asshole. It opened and opened and opened, exposing the tip of a very light brown turd. The stench inside this bowl amplified by about 500,000. It was so disgusting and I couldn't bring myself to do anything.

And then the pile began.

It was one huge, long turd at first. Probably 8 inches long. It was fat and I caught it in my mouth.

"Bullseye," shouted Aisha.

When it hit the back of my mouth, the top swung down and made an audible slap against my face.

"Hit him in the face with your turd, Consuela!"

She proceeded to do just that. She shit for the next 30 seconds a non-stop rope that paused and broke only because of the farts she was simultaneously letting go.

WRNCHHHHHH PLOURRSPP RNCHHHHH FRRRRTTTTT

Her asshole expanding and letting out shit and then a fart. Shit then fart.

Finally, mercifully even, she let go a monstrous blast of fart gas to signal she was done shitting.

POOUURRRRRPPPPPFFFFFF

Consuela's turds weren't stopping.

She wiped and then stood up, looking down at me. She looked... Different. The smile on her face slightly evil.

"Thank your master."

I looked up and spoke through the dung filling my mouth, "Thank you, Master."

"Don't talk with your mouth full toilet. Eat my shit."

She walked out of the room and Aisha came in. She looked down at my mouth full of Consula's shit and smirked. She put on gloves and took out the camera, turning it off.

"Looks like I was wrong. This really is her toilet. I want to let you know that she's going to get used to this and I bet you think there will be a time she sets you free, but news flash: She likes having a human toilet slave, now. It'll be a status thing for her and it'll make her drunk with power. You'll be stuck there for the rest of your life. And these toilet boxes are keeping toilet slaves alive for 70-80 years, they say. She is eventually going to just think of you as her toilet. And I can't fuckin' wait to shit down your throat myself when she does. Because that's the best part about this job. People think they're so smart, fooling us. But then they start what they think is roleplaying for us, and then one of them finds out that deep down, they really DO want the slave. And then slowly it becomes real. They don't know when the transition took hold, but they know they're not playing anymore. This former person is now their property. And then the slave thinks 'where did i go wrong', and the fact is this: you were always meant to be a slave. That's why this program works."

She left and I was devastated. She couldn't possibly be right...

But then an hour later I got my answer.

Consuela came in, she said she shits twice in the morning. I still wasn't done with her load from 6...

"I just think that if we're going to do this when Aisha comes over, maybe I should just use you as a toilet full time, you know? So then you're used to it. I'm shitting in your mouth for you."

"Yeah... For me..."

"Yes. I'm shitting in your mouth for your benefit."

Neither of us really believed it. She sat down and pooped out a little turd.

"It's a smaller load at 7."

I said, with her turd sticking out of my mouth, "It's still really smelly."

"Hey," she said, "You said that I shouldn't worry about what it smells like! I'm going to eat what I want. You'll just have to get used to your choice."

"I didn't check the box for toilet slave!"

"Well you said tick the last box, and that was the last box. Know what? I'm not sorry and I don't have to take this. I have to get to work. Enjoy my dump, toilet slave. Fucking toilet mouth!"

And then she stormed out.

I sat there all day with nothing to do. It sucked.

Consuela came home that night and sat above me for her 6 pm dump.

"Got something you wanna say, toilet?"

"No."

"Good. Eat my shit."

She ripped a massive fart and the stink was right back.

Her turds were somehow just as big as her morning dump. I knew she was chubby, and now I knew why. She ate all the damn time!

"Oof... It stinks up here."

"It's worse down here."

"Shut up and eat my dump."

I was pissed, but... I ate her dump.

"That's what I thought."

She stood up and left.

A few days later, Aisha stopped by. Consuela had really gotten into a rhythm with me and I found myself getting hungry right at 5:55 am, but felt disgusted that I did so.

Consuela put in the camera and took a massive dump in my mouth and on my face.

FRRRRRRRPPPPSSSSSTTTT

"Sniff that fart up, slave. Sniff my farts while my turds are in your mouth."

I started to get some more turds down just as she let another long turd out. It was about 2 feet long and curled around on my face. She laughed as she watched a video feed of it coiling around my mouth and under my nose.

"Eat up my shit, slave."

She wiped and opened the door. I was still eating her turds, but I'd gotten significantly faster, so I was almost done.

Aisha spoke, "Hey Consuela, I know you're not really letting other people use your toilet slave, but do you mind if I use your other toilet? I really, REALLY have to take a massive, monster shit right now."

She was testing her and I knew it.

Consuela wouldn't let her, ri-

"No, go ahead and use the slave."

And then Consuela walked away...

Aisha stood above me with an evil smile. I never realized how beautiful she was. She had a brilliant smile and looked like a thicker Gal Gadot. Thicker in a good way, mind you. Like she had some meat on her, but was still super thin. She really was stunning...

But she was also about to take a shit in my mouth.

"Told you so, toilet mouth. I fuckin' told you so."

She pulled down her pants and sat above me. She was much thinner than Consuela, but her farts were just as big.

FFFFARRRRRRORUUUUUUMMMMMMPPPPPSSSSSSSS

A chain of very thin turds escaped and it was probably four feet long just if you laid them end to end, though each one was probably 2-3 inches long. One was about a foot, and it coiled up on my face. Aisha's shit was much easier to get through, though it stunk to high heaven.

"Can you tell my diet is better than Conseula? My dumps reek, too, but then it cracks me up because the taste isn't as foul. More veggies," She wiped and stood up, "Wow!!!!! I didn't know I had THAT inside me!!!! Let me take a picture."

"Thank you master."

"Oh! I HAVE to get a video of that! Do it again. With feeling. Like you're just super fucking pumped to be eating my shit."

I couldn't help myself and did it with feeling, "Thank you, Master."

She also snapped a pic of my face, a close up of my mouth and her load, and then took a selfie pointing down with her giving the peace sign.

It was humiliating.

"Ok, Consuela. That's enough proof for me. Enjoy your life in America as a permanent resident and owner of this toilet slave. Take care."

"Thank you."

Aisha left and Consuela came in.

"Are you going to let me out now?"

"No."

"I know you didn't just say that!"

Consuela looked down at me, "What are you going to do about it toilet slave? You've still got a bunch of Aisha's shit all over your face. Here."

She pressed a button and it brought all the shit to my mouth. I opened my mouth.

"See. That's why. You opened your mouth so that our shit could just fall right in.

"I had no choice but to open!"

"There's always a choice. You could have chosen to read the form or chosen to let me get deported or chosen to suffocate without eating shit like the human toilet that you are. But you chose to be my toilet every single time. And now that's what you are. You are my toilet."

Consuela still uses me every single day three to four times and has refused to get better about her diet. She even lets her friends use me and invites Aisha over every now and then. It's a miserable life and all because we checked the wrong damn box.