By: TheDonbai
You slowly opened your eyes, noticing your arms were restrained as you seemed to be inside some sort of object.
You looked up to see three girls that you remembered very well staring down at you.
"W-whats going on?"
A sharp, mocking laugh escaped Azula's throat before she even spoke, her golden eyes flashing with a cruel, predatory light as she stepped closer.
"What’s going on, little worm, is that you’ve finally found your true purpose in the Fire Nation. You aren't a soldier, or even a prisoner anymore. You're a fixture. A receptacle."
The heels of her boots clicked sharply against the cold stone floor as she leaned over the opening where your face was positioned, her smirk widening at the sight of your helplessness.
"You're going to be very useful to us. Especially since I've been feeling particularly... productive today. My stomach is already churning with something thick and messy just for you."
A bubbly, high-pitched giggle filled the cramped stall as Ty Lee peeked over Azula’s shoulder, her expression bright and teasing.
"Isn't he just the cutest little seat you've ever seen? I've been holding it in for an hour waiting for him to wake up! My tummy is making such funny noises."
She patted her stomach playfully before winking down at him, her aura radiating a sadistic sort of excitement.
"It's all watery and ready to go, so you better open wide!"
Mai, standing slightly apart with her arms crossed and a characteristically bored expression, let out a long, weary sigh that was punctuated by a sudden, wet-sounding gurgle from her abdomen.
"Can we skip the introductions? I had a massive bowl of fire-salt noodles and my gut feels like it's full of lead. I need to drop a few heavy logs before I burst, and I'm not using the floor."
She shifted her weight, looking down at the human toilet with a dull, expectant gaze as a pungent, silent gas escaped her, beginning to fill the small space.
Azula stepped forward with a sharp, commanding stride, shoving Ty Lee and Mai back with a flick of her hand as she claimed her position.
"Out of the way. A princess doesn't wait in line, and I’ve been feeling a heavy pressure in my gut for the last hour."
The corners of her lips curled into a wicked smirk as she began to unfasten her crimson trousers, her golden eyes locked onto yours with a terrifying intensity.
Y"ou look so pathetic down there. It’s almost a shame to ruin that look of pure terror, but my bowels are far too impatient to care about your feelings."
She turned around, the heat of her skin practically radiating against the cold rim of the bowl as she lowered herself, hovering her bare, bubbly butt directly over your face.
A low, wet gurgle vibrated through Azula’s abdomen, a sound that promised something thick and foul.
"I hope you're hungry. The fire-salt cakes I had earlier were particularly spicy, and they’ve turned into a lovely, sludgy mess just for you."
Her muscles tensed visibly as she began to bear down, her breath hitching in a moment of sadistic anticipation.
"Open wide, little worm. Let’s see how much of me you can handle."
With a sudden, wet squelch, a heavy stream of dark, ice-cream textured waste began to squeeze out of her, dropping in thick, pungent clumps that splattered across your cheeks and filled your mouth.
Azula let out a sharp, guttural moan of relief, her face contorting with a mixture of release and cruel delight as the rancid stench of her sludgy shit began to overwhelm the small, cramped stall.
"GHfhmggg!"
Azula shifted her weight slightly, the heat of her bare skin pressing firmly against the rim of the human toilet as the last of the sludgy, pungent waste finally slid from her.
"Did you enjoy that, little worm? You look absolutely revolting, covered in my mess."
She let out a sharp, mocking titter, her golden eyes gleaming with malice as she felt a sharp, pressurized bubble of gas building deep within her gut.
"But we aren't finished quite yet. I have a little something extra to help you wash down that thick meal. Don't you dare let a single bubble escape."
The Princess's core muscles tightened, and she pressed her rear even more firmly against your face, ensuring there was no gap for air to escape.
A low, vibrating rumble echoed from her bowels before a sudden, sharp hiss of hot, sulfurous gas escaped her, forced directly into your mouth.
PFRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
"Eat it! Every single foul bubble of it! If I see one puff of my gas escape your lips, I'll make sure Mai's turn is twice as long."
Azula groaned softly as the pressure left her, the stench of the fire-salt cakes returning in the form of a concentrated, invisible cloud.
Ty Lee leaned in closer, waving a hand in front of her nose with a giggle.
"Wow, Azula! That one was really spicy! I can smell it from here!"
The acrobat poked at your cheek with a playful finger, her expression bright.
"You're doing such a good job swallowing her air! Do you think mine will taste different? I've been holding in some really bubbly ones just for you!"
Mai leaned against the stall door, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she let out a long, heavy sigh.
"Hurry up, Azula. The gas is one thing, but I've got a pair of thick logs that are practically crowning. I don't care how much air he swallows, as long as he's ready for something solid in a minute."
Mai's stomach let out a loud, wet-sounding groan that made her wince slightly.
"My stomach is killing me. This is going to be a disaster for him once I finally sit down. I can already feel how heavy these are."
Azula’s face twisted into a look of pure, sadistic triumph as she felt the final pocket of pressure migrate toward her exit.
"Consider this the dessert to your main course, you pathetic little drain. Don't let a single bubble go to waste."
She bore down with a sharp grunt, her muscles quivering against the rim of the bowl as she sealed the exit with her weight.
Pffffffffft-shhhhhhh-brrrrrrrrt.
The long, vibrating hiss of hot, sulfurous gas blasted directly into your open mouth, the sheer force of it puffing out your cheeks as you were forced to inhale the concentrated, stinging stench of her internal rot.
The Princess stood up with a graceful, yet dismissive flick of her hair, not even bothering to look back at the sludgy mess she had left smeared across your face and neck.
"Try not to choke. Mai looks like she’s about to have an accident, and I’d hate for you to miss a single ounce of her... contribution."
Mai didn't even wait for Azula to fully clear the space, her face pale and her brow slicked with a thin layer of cold sweat as she shoved past her friend with uncharacteristic haste.
"Move. Now."
Her voice was a low, strained monotone, punctuated by a violent, wet-sounding gurgle from deep within her midsection.
Grumble-slosh-rrrumph.
She turned and dropped her trousers in one swift, desperate motion, her heavy, pale rear descending onto the seat with a dull thud that forced a puff of Azula's lingering scent out of the bowl.
"I told you those noodles were a mistake. They feel like they've turned into solid bricks in my colon, and they're scratching the whole way down."
She gripped the edges of the stall walls, her knuckles turning white as she began to push, her eyes staring blankly at the far wall.
"I"'m not going to be gentle about this. These are huge, and they're coming out whether you're ready or not. Just... try to keep your throat open."
With a sudden, explosive PBRRRRRRRRRRRRT-THUD, a massive, thick log of dark, pungent waste began to crown, the sheer girth of it stretching her as it prepared to drop heavily into your waiting mouth.
"G-god, please no.."
Mai's knuckles remained white as she gripped the stall's edge, her body tensing with a slow, agonizing effort.
The first thick, dark log finally gave way, sliding out with a wet, heavy thud that landed squarely in your open mouth, the sheer girth of it forcing your jaw to its absolute limit.
"It’s so heavy... I can feel it scraping against my insides as it moves,"
Mai muttered, her voice devoid of emotion despite the graphic description.
"I'm sorry, but this is going to be a lot. My stomach has been a mess since lunch, and these logs are just... massive."
She let out a sharp, strained grunt, her midsection rippling with the effort of pushing the next solid mass toward the exit.
Ty Lee leaned over the side of the stall, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and amusement as she watched the waste pile up.
"Wow, Mai! You really weren't kidding! That's way bigger than what Azula did!"
She giggled, poking a finger at the side of your neck where the muscles were straining to swallow.
"You look like you're struggling! Do you need a break? Too bad, because Mai's got a lot more to give!"
As if on cue, a thunderous, vibrating roar erupted from Mai's rear.
PBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT-THWACK.
A second, even larger log slammed down, accompanied by a cloud of thick, sulfurous gas that smelled of rotten eggs and spicy oil.
Azula crossed her arms, a look of bored disdain on her face.
"Stop whining, Ty Lee. He’s a receptacle; he doesn’t get breaks. If you let a single drop of that mess spill out of the bowl, you’ll be cleaning the floors with your tongue next."
Mai’s body shuddered as a fresh wave of pressure hit her, her face turning a shade paler as she prepared to release the rest of her burden.
Mai’s body gave one final, violent shudder as she gripped the sides of the stall, her knuckles white against the wood. A deep, guttural groan escaped her throat, signaling the end of her heavy labor.
PBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT-THUD.
The final log, a massive and dense specimen that had been crowning for minutes, finally tore free and landed with a wet, heavy thud atop the pile already filling your mouth.
The sheer weight of it forced your jaw to sag, the pungent, earthy scent of fire-salt noodles and concentrated waste thick enough to choke on.
"Finally,"
Mai muttered, her voice regaining its usual monotone as she stood up and adjusted her trousers with a slow, deliberate movement.
"That last one felt like it was made of lead. It’s a wonder you didn’t choke on the girth of it. You should probably start swallowing; Ty Lee has been complaining about her stomach for the last ten minutes, and she doesn't have my... patience."
Ty Lee didn't even wait for Mai to step out of the stall, ducking under her arm with a wide, mischievous grin and a frantic wiggle of her hips.
Glug-glug-gurgle.
Her midsection let out a series of high-pitched, liquid squeals that sounded like a boiling pot of soup.
"Oh, move it, Mai! It’s literally right at the door!"
She giggled, though her face was slightly flushed from the pressure building inside her.
She spun around with acrobatic grace, hiking up her pink skirt and hovering her bare, rounded rear just inches above your face, which was already smeared with the remnants of the previous two women.
"Wow, you’ve been a busy boy, haven't you? Mai really left you a big present!"
She let out a tiny, strained gasp as her internal muscles spasmed.
"I hope you like it watery, because mine is coming out like a waterfall! Ready or not!"
Pfffft-SPLAT-SQUELCH.
Without further warning, a violent, high-pressure stream of hot, slimy diarrhea erupted from her, spraying across the thick logs in your mouth and coating your entire face in a stinging, liquid mess.
The stench was immediate—a sharp, acidic tang that signaled the deadly nature of her silent gases, even as the watery waste continued to pour out of her in desperate, splashing bursts.
Ty Lee’s body arched slightly as the liquid pressure continued to vent, the hot, acidic stream splashing against the back of your throat.
The watery waste began to pool around the thick, solid obstructions Mai had left behind, creating a churning, foul-smelling soup that threatened to overflow the bowl.
The heat from her internal release radiated against your skin, the liquid seeping into every crevice as she continued to spray.
"Ooooh, it feels so much better to let that out! You’re doing such a good job holding it all in! Is it tasty? It looks like a really gross stew now, doesn't it?"
Ty Lee giggled, her hands resting on her knees as she looked down at the mess she was making.
Her stomach let out another sharp, liquid gurgle-hiss, and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as another wave of diarrhea surged out.
"Wait, wait! There's more! And I think... oh, oops! Here comes the air!"
A subtle, almost imperceptible tremor ran through Ty Lee's glutes as she pressed herself even tighter against your face, ensuring a perfect seal.
Ssssssssss. There was no sound, only a faint, scorching hiss as a pocket of incredibly concentrated, sulfurous gas leaked out directly into your nostrils.
The smell was instantaneous and overwhelming—a sharp, rotten-egg stench that seemed to burn the back of the throat. Ty Lee’s face flushed with a playful pink hue as she felt the pressure ease.
"Did you catch that one? I call those my 'ninja farts' because you never hear them coming until it's too late! It's super effective, right?"
Azula leaned against the stall door, fanning the air with a look of mock disgust, though her eyes glittered with cruel amusement.
"Ugh, Ty Lee, that is absolutely revolting. It smells like something died inside you and started to ferment. Toilet, don't you dare cough. If you spray a single drop of that liquid onto my boots, I'll make you lick the entire stall clean."
Mai sighed from the background, her voice a flat, bored monotone.
"It's the fire-salt. It makes everything... volatile. Just finish up, Ty Lee. I can smell you from out here, and it's making my own stomach start to turn again."
Ty lee finishes but suddenly, the three women have a last idea.
The air in the cramped stall became thick and humid as the three women forced themselves into the narrow space, their collective body heat radiating against your skin.
Azula’s firm, commanding rear pressed directly over your mouth, while Ty Lee and Mai squeezed in on either side, their soft and cold flesh respectively sealing off any hope of fresh air and pinning your head firmly in place.
"Consider this a royal banquet of a different sort"
Azula purred, her voice vibrating through her glutes and into your jaw as she felt the familiar, heavy pressure in her lower abdomen.
"We've all had such a heavy lunch, and it would be a shame to let all that fermented energy go to waste. Mai, you first. Give the toilet a taste of that fire-salt noodle bouquet you've been whining about."
Mai’s body tensed, her knuckles white as she gripped the edges of the bowl for leverage, her stomach letting out a deep, bassy rumble that you could feel against your temple.
PBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT.
The sound was deafening in the small space, a long, rattling vibration that shook your very skull as a thick, humid cloud of spicy, fermented gas was hammered into your nose.
"It’s even worse than I thought,"
Mai muttered, her voice a low, bored drone despite the violent release.
"The noodles are really fighting back now. It feels like a storm is brewing in my gut."
Ty Lee giggled, her hips wiggling as she pressed her soft, rounded cheek against yours, her own midsection churning with liquid distress.
"Oh, oh! My turn! Watch out, toilet! The ninjas are attacking!"
Ssssssssssssssssssssss.
A searing, silent heat began to pour from her, the invisible gas so concentrated it made your eyes water instantly, smelling of pure sulfur and rot.
Azula smirked, her golden eyes fixed on the wall as she felt her own gut twist with a sharp, gurgling pressure.
"Enough talk. Consume it all, or I'll make sure the next round isn't just air."
She let out a sharp, wet-sounding PFFFT-HISS, a pungent, musky aroma of spicy cakes and royalty filling the gaps between the others' contributions, leaving you gasping in a pocket of pure, unadulterated filth.
"Gughhhgh.."
The humid air in the cramped stall became a shimmering haze of sulfur and spice, the combined body heat of the three women making the space feel like a literal pressure cooker.
Azula’s firm rear pressed harder against your mouth, her golden eyes narrowed with a sadistic thrill as she felt the muffled, choked vibrations of your struggle.
"You sound like you're struggling. Is the air getting a bit too thick for you? You should be honored to breathe the very essence of the Fire Nation's elite,"
Azula taunted, her voice vibrating through the flesh pressed against your face. Mai's stomach let out a deep, ominous groan, a sound like grinding stones that preceded a violent release.
"The fire-salt noodles are officially a disaster. It feels like a storm is breaking inside me. Open wide, I don't want to waste a single bubble of this,"
Mai muttered, her voice a flat, bored drone despite the internal chaos.
PBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT-PLP.
A massive, wet-sounding explosion of gas hammered into your nose, the sheer force of the vibration making your vision swim as the pungent, fermented stench of Mai's heavy meal overwhelmed your senses, filling your lungs with a thick, stinging fog of spicy decay.
Ty Lee's face was flushed with a playful, manic energy as she leaned her weight forward, her soft hips wiggling to ensure her rear was perfectly sealed against the side of your face.
"Ooooh, Mai! That was a big one! My turn to add some flavor to the mix. Catch the ninja, toilet!"
Ty Lee giggled, her midsection giving a sharp, liquid squeal.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
A searing, silent stream of incredibly concentrated, sulfurous heat began to leak from her, the invisible gas so hot it felt like liquid fire against your skin, smelling of pure rot and acidic diarrhea.
Azula let out a low, predatory growl, her own gut twisting with a sharp, gurgling pressure that promised something much worse than just air.
"It’s getting so foggy in here, I can barely see your pathetic eyes anymore. Keep swallowing every bubble, or I'll make sure the next thing you taste isn't just a cloud,"
Azula purred, her muscles tensing as she prepared to contribute to the barrage.
PFFFT-HISS-FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT.
She unleashed a sharp, musky burst of spicy-scented gas that lingered in the humid air, the wet sound of the release suggesting her sludgy waste was right behind it, adding a heavy, oily layer to the suffocating atmosphere that left you gasping for a breath that didn't exist.
The atmosphere within the cramped, humid stall reached a breaking point, the air so saturated with the stinging, sulfurous stench of the girls' combined waste that it felt like a physical weight pressing down on your chest.
Azula’s face was set in a mask of intense concentration, her muscles tensing as she forced the very last of her internal pressure downward.
"You will take every last bit of this. I won't have a single bubble of my essence wasted on the floor,"
she growled, her voice vibrating through the firm flesh of her rear.
PBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT.
A massive, bassy explosion of hot, spicy gas hammered into your nose, the sheer force of the vibration rattling your teeth as a fresh cloud of musky, sludgy-scented rot filled your lungs. Mai followed suit, her body shuddering as she let out a long, rattling groan of relief.
"The storm is over. That was the last of the fire-salt noodles,"
she muttered, her voice a monotone drone despite the violent release.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT-THUD.
A final, deafeningly loud and pungent blast of fermented gas erupted from her, the thick, humid fog making the small space almost pitch black as your vision finally began to swim and fade into darkness.
Ty Lee giggled, her soft hips wiggling as she felt the last of her liquid distress finally dissipate into a series of sharp, staccato pops.
"Oh! I'm all done too! Look, Azula, the toilet's totally out of it! Looks like a little sleeping baby covered in... well, us!"
she chirped, poking at your limp shoulder as your head fell back, your consciousness finally surrendering to the overwhelming sensory assault.
Azula stood up, smoothing her crimson trousers and looking down at the unconscious, filth-smeared toilet with a look of cold, satisfied indifference.
"The toilet's fainted. Typical. But no matter, my stomach feels much better now that I've emptied myself into its pathetic throat,"
Azula remarked, her golden eyes flicking toward the door.
"Come, girls. There’s no point in staying here now that we’re empty. We’ll leave the toilet here to marinate in its new purpose."
Mai nodded silently, adjusting her clothes with a bored expression as the three women stepped out of the stall, the heavy, rancid scent of their combined waste lingering in the air like a thick shroud over the broken, unconscious toilet.