I didn't know what I was doing. I had asked so many women to do this disgusting thing, but they'd all said no. Until now.

It was all so strange. I went to the beach with a friend, Mark, and there were these four women playing. I'm a fair volleyball player and my friend is as well.

"Let's challenge them, Bernardo" he said.

"Challenge them? They look very good, perhaps even Olympic quality."

"Then all the better," he winked.

We introduced ourselves and asked to play 2 v 2, and it ended up being a round robin thing. It was Irene and Camila against Maria and Francesca. They were polite and agreed. We found out Camila and Irene were very, very good.

We played all of them. We all played 2 v 2, then a little 3 v 3. After several hours, we learned that Irene and Camila were much better than the rest of us. We made jokes and there was some light trash talk from us, but it was obvious that Irene and Camila were so much better that it wasn't really worth taking it seriously. They would beat any two people on the beach.

My trash talk was mostly just, "Yeah, well we'll win". Camila was similar in her trash talk ability, Mark was trying to flirt, and Maria and Francesca were trying really hard to keep up with Irene and Camila without any successfulness.

Irene, however, was very aggressive.

"You couldn't beat us if you tried. You're not fit to clean my toilet. Maybe you could BE my toilet, instead."

"I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire. But I might piss in your mouth to relieve my bladder. Wanna drink my piss? Might be a break from me shitting all over you on this court. Maybe we should just do that, instead. Getting shit on in private might be a little better than me shitting on you in public like this."

Even when she was on my team, she was aggressive.

"If you miss this serve, I'm going to lay you on the ground and take a massive dump right in your mouth. Then I'm going to make you thank me for it because if my team loses, that's embarrassing and I'd need to make sure someone was more embarrassed than me."

I had to fight my erections so hard, because as I made reference to at the start, I'd never asked a woman to do something gross. Well, that gross thing is that I have always wanted to be a human toilet.

Irene was so mean in her trash talk, but after every game, she transformed back into a nice person and there was no toilet talk. But every game...

"I'll give you a choice. I can spike the ball down your throat this next turn, or I can shove my shit down your throat this next turn. Up to you, really. Because if we play, I'm going to spike it, but if you want to be less embarrassed, you can just get on your knees and let me shit in your mouth. Equal embarrassment for you since I'm going to be shoving SOMETHING down your throat. This ball or my shit. What do you pick?"

She never waited for an answer and would absolutely do what was promised. It was clear she wasn't even operating at 50% of what she could do with the volleyball, as well.

We wrapped up the games after about 3 hours and all of us cooled down in the ocean. Camila and Francesca left, but Irene and Maria joined us in the water.

Maria and Mark hit it off, and Irene and I were flirting now. Irene swam a little away from everyone else and I joined her.

Irene was cute with brown hair. She had the look of a woman that was still growing into her face, even though she was clearly in her mid-20s. Her breasts weren't massive, but she was proportionally cut and in great shape everywhere except her ass. Her ass was absolutely MASSIVE. Not fat, at all, but huge. She made a joke about it when she caught me looking at her butt during the game when we were on opposing teams, "Yeah, you like the look of it now. But wait until it's hovering over your mouth about to unload a shit pile for your breakfast. Then we'll see if you're still salivating at the sight."

As we swam out, she grabbed onto a bouey. I did the same.

"You're pretty cute, even if you do kind of suck at volleyball. So what's your story, Bernardo?"

I walked through the usual stuff you talk about with a cute girl that you're flirting with, but Irene's eyes were so deep.

"And that's everything."

She smirked and shook her head, "That's not everything Bernardo. There's something you want to ask me. I think it's not something you've asked a lot of people and you're scared... What is it?!"

"How did you know that?"

The bouey was bobbing and she smirked, "I'm really good at reading people. I always have been. I know you can see my tattoo, but I was at the Olympics and my partner and I were really good. One of the things that kept coming up was how good I was at reading people. Guys from all these other countries try hooking up, but I didn't want to do that. I did offer to let one guy be my toilet, but he declined. Pretty emphatically, actually. Said it was disgusting, gross."

"So that wasn't just trash talk?"

"No, it was. I don't know that I'd ever actually do it. I've never had the chance to say no."

"I'll do it."

She smiled, "What?"

"I'll give you that chance."

"Are you... I want you to say it."

I exhaled, scared, "I want to be your toilet."

"Then let's turn you into my toilet."

We swam to shore and I was erect. I waved to Mark and Maria, and they waved back.

Irene and I went to her place and she had me shower first.

"Now... Are you sure," she asked.

"Yes. I want you to do this."

"It's going to smell very bad. I ate tacos earlier today for lunch and had a huge breakfast this morning and an even bigger dinner yesterday. I haven't shit in two days, actually, and I usually shit once a day. This is going to be a pretty big load, from what I can tell."

"I want you to make me your toilet. I want you to fart in my face and shit in my mouth and I want you to not feel bad about this..."

"Ok, well... I kind of want to shit in your mouth before I shower, is that ok? Because the way I see it, if I shower first then shit in your mouth, it's just... I'll feel cleaner if I shit in your mouth first. My asshole will be a cleaner."

I was so close to cumming without touching myself. She wasn't just saying she had to shit. Every time she said it, she said "shit in your mouth" instead of just "shit". She was dehumanizing, but then again, this was a dehumanizing situation. No use in pretending it wasn't.

"Yes, please feel free to poop in my mouth before you shower."

"Ok, then. Lay down and get ready to let me poop in your mouth, Bernardo, or should I call you Baño! Hahahaha," she laughed.

I laid down and opened my mouth. She was laughing so hard.

"I can't believe this. You know you're sub-human, right?"

I didn't reply and she squatted, bringing her massive ass cheeks near my face and her asshole was squarely over my mouth.

She farted into my mouth and it echoed.

The stink that emerged from her anal cavaity was so abusive that I had to stop myself from vomiting.

She farted again and this one went straight up my nostrils.

"I know you said to not feel bad for you, but man... I'm really laying some rancid farts right now. Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Please make me your toilet."

Her laughter bounced off the walls, "Ok then. I'll make you my toilet, alright."

Irene started pissing for what felt like 5 minutes and I kept gulping. I was actually doing very well and drank her piss with great ease. She was well hydrated, so it was practically water.

"You're actually a really good toilet. You drank all my piss without spilling a drop!"

She ripped another fart, this one was very long and her ass cheeks jiggled with her laughing.

"It's so funny knowing that someone's face is right behind my asshole. Now, this is your last chance. If you don't move, I'm going to unleash hell. And here's the thing: Once I start, you better not move. Once my shit touches your mouth, you're literally a toilet, nothing more. I'll never think of you as anything else and you're not allowed to move. I will beat you unconscious and turn you into a toilet full time if you move once I start shitting. I do not want to hear a single fucking word from you other than, 'thank you Mistress' once I start. So... Last chance..."

I remained silent and watched as her anal glands started to slowly swell and push. Another big fart made its way into my face and I smelled how rancid this was going to be.

Irene farted one more time and as she farted, she grunted. The tip of her foul shit showed itself and the stink became 10,000 times worse. She stopped for a second and the shit disappeared back up her asshole.

I thought about asking if she was ok, but kept my mouth very wide when all in a rush, Irene's shit fell into my mouth. I rushed my hands to my face to create a plate around my mouth, allowing the shit pile to completely fill my mouth and then sit on my hands.

I saw that this first wave was fairly creamy, smelly, and absolutely foul. It was long, too, with a LOT of shit coming out of her. She was skinny, but it was clear that where her belly sat it wasn't bloating. It was full of pool and she was getting rid of it all. Halfway through this first load, she farted a monster fart that lasted 10 seconds. I felt it blowing on my eyes and her hot shit was covering my entire mouth, now. It was light brown and sticky, and my god the stink....

"Yeah, that's it toilet mouth. Keep your mouth open. Keep your mouth open because your mouth is my toilet."

The next wave of crap she pooped into my mouth was that same light brown sticky dump. It was all like one turd, but a soft serve...

She stood up and held her stomach, looking down at me.

"Eat it. Eat my shit. Eat my poop, slave. Eat my waste, toilet slave."

She was smiling and I saw those brown eyes turn to something evil.

I slowly ate her shit, the sticky mess was very difficult to get down, but I did it. It was my first time, but I was actually really good at eating shit.

How pathetic, the thing I'm good at is being a toilet. Being Irene's toilet is what I'm good at...

It took me 10 minutes while Irene stood over me, looking down with contempt in her eyes, but then I was finally done and said, "Thank you, Mistress."

Irene laughed and squatted back down, "You're not done, toilet mouth."

This wave of shit was dark brown and more firm. It was 4 inch turds and 5 of them came out, almost identical. She watched me catch them and then eat them as quick as I could, like they were candy bars.

"One..."

She was counting as she watched me finish the first turd.

"Two..."

I was getting so sick.

"Three."

This one made me feel full to the point of discomfort.

"Four."

I couldn't do it...

"If you don't finish my entire bowel movement, I'll lock you in here and make you permanent toilet."

I bit into it, and it was like breaking the turd made it somehow even smellier.

She laughed as I turned my nose away, "What, you can't handle it?"

She was cackling...

Another two bites and there was only one left now.

I put it into my mouth.

"Chew it. I want to see you chew my shit while you eat my poop."

I chewed on it like it was the fat of a steak, breaking it up until I finally was given permission to swallow.

"Wow..."

She was in awe of herself.

"You really are my toilet, huh?"

"Thank you, Mistress."

Irene showered as I laid on the bathroom floor, still struggling from how full I was.

She stepped out and it was like I didn't even exist.

I finally showered again and felt ready to leave. When I went to look for my clothing, there was nothing.

Irene was seated on a stool. She motioned at me and said, "Kneel."

I was afraid and I'm ashamed to say I did as she commanded.

"It is obvious to me, and I am sure to even you, that what we just did was natural. It was natural to who we are. You are not human and you are not meant to live as one. That is obvious, no?"

It was tough to disagree, "Yes."

"You did a tremendous job eating my shit. I think that's phenomenal and I think you liked it. I think we should just make this a permanent thing, no?"

I didn't want to be her toilet, not forever, but...

"I think me being your toilet is right."

"Good. I'll have arrangements made," she stood up and started to walk out of the room, turned around and said, "Being my property will be good for you. You'll see it in time that being my property is a benefit to you."

I didn't say anything, but being her toilet is a benefit. I no longer have to worry about the terrible weight of freedom.