The Costume Party
by Canadian Toilet

Well I was sitting at home getting ready for a party I was planning on going to with my friends, but then I got a call from you. "What are you doing tonight, toilet?" You asked me. "I was actually about to leave to go to a friend's party." I answered, excited to talk to you. "No toilet. You're coming to a party with me." You said sternly. "I don't know, I kind of already have plans, I can't back out of them..." I say sheepishly. "Excuse me toilet? Do I need to come and get you? You will not like what happens if I have to come down to your shit hole." You yell into the phone, angered at my insolence. I quickly head to your house and knock at the door. I heard you call to come in and I carefully opened the door, seeing you standing facing away from me wearing yoga pants. I stared right at your booty, awestruck by how magnificent it was. When you turned and saw me oogling your booty you giggled, "Like the view? Good, you'll be seeing a lot of it tonight. Now come on, let's go to the party." And with that you grabbed me and dragged me to your car. You opened the driver side door and told me to get in. I sat in the seat as if I were going to drive, you giggled as you pushed me down to the floor of the car. "Silly toilet, why would I let you drive?" And with that you sat your yoga pant clad ass onto my face, enveloping me in the worst stench I could imagine. I began to push at your booty, slapping at the cheeks, trying to get you off. You strained and let out a rancid fart (which I know you don't do, but it was the dream), which caused me to fight even harder, squeezing your big jiggly booty. The entire ride, you let out fart after fart, each one worse than the last. After quite sometime, we arrived at the party and you released my head from your booty. "Time to put on the costume toilet!" You said excitedly. You threw me my part of the costume, which looked like horse legs, and I promptly put it on. "Where's the other half?" I ask as I turn around, only to see you wearing the other half, with your booty looking incredible in your yoga pants. "Right here. Now get in there toilet!" You said as you slapped you booty. I hesitantly brought my face to your booty before you grab the back of my head and shove my head straight up your crack and let loose a long airy fart before sealing the costume. "There you go toilet! And don't worry, the costume is air tight, so you get to enjoy all the gas." You say as your booty rumbles against my face. You wander around the party, eating an incredible amount of junk food and drinking a copious amount of alcohol. The party is very hot and you are sweating heavily. I think to myself that I'm lucky you're wearing the yoga pants which contain all the sweat. Almost as if you hear my thoughts, you guide me to the bathroom and unzip the costume. I pull my head out of your booty and gasp for fresh air, and as I look back, I see you unpeeling your pants and presenting your big booty, "C'mon toilet, time's wasting." You say with a sadistic smile as you spread your butt cheeks, unleashing a devastatingly horrible stench. "Aren't you going to use the bathroom?" I ask confusedly. "Why would I unload in here when I have pathetic little you?" You reply with a sultry smile as your booty rumbles. "Now get in." As tears fill my eyes I get back to my place in your booty. As we go back to the party I whimper as my face becomes drenched in your sweat. I'm forced to drink your sweat as you gorge on awful junk food and gaseous drinks. All the while, I hear your booty rumble as it backs up, unhappy with the food your feeding it. "toilet, I need unload and this suit is a rental, so unless you're prepared to pay for it, you better make sure none of my shit gets on it. Now, I'm a little backed up, so you'll have to get the force the first bit out." My eyes go wide with fear as I stare at your pulsating rose. "Do not make me ask twice toilet." I wrap my mouth around your sweaty rose, an d force it open by licking it and prodding it with my tongue. The horrid taste nearly makes me puke, but I know that will only make it worse. Eventually, I open your rose and begin to suck on it, after a few seconds, a small amount of thick green slime enters my tongue. The taste is so rancid that I feel I have to get out. I bring my hands to your cheeks and pry them open as I pull my head back. Before I can escape, your rose constricts around my tongue and pulls it into your colon. "Now toilet, don't tease me. Finish what you started." You say with a laugh. Begrudgingly, I go back to sucking, forcing an incredible amount of your awful booty slime down my throat. After I break through the slime that's backing you up, a torrent of diarrhea shoots into my mouth, causing my eyes to bulge in surprise. I fear what will happen if any liquid shit spills, so I frantically suck at your rose, gargling your waste as the nasty taste permeates in my mouth. After chugging gallons and gallons of your diarrhea, I feel like I'm going to explode. And that's when I feel your rose stretch and expand as a massive log approaches. I suck the foot long log out, chewing through it's juicy bitterness, but once it moves down my throat, a multitude of smaller loads pelt the inside of my mouth forcing me to chew at marathon speed. Finally, your booty rumbles again and shoots out an avalanche of sludgy crap, causing my cheeks to puff out. After I force the last of the awful, sticky sludge, I pass out. I awaken, hours later on the seat of your car, your immaculate bare booty hovering above me. "You did good tonight toilet. I may have to use you again. But sadly, you missed a little bit of my crap and it got on my booty. So get cleaning." I crane my neck and start to lick your your booty clean, scooping up nasty shit with my tongue as you giggle at the tickling sensation. Once your clean, you pull up your agonizingly tight yoga pants and say "Now give my booty a kiss good night." I plant a soft kiss on each of your soft cheeks before being thrown out into the street.