By: Gm2009
Chapter 1
Greg couldn't understand why all the girls treated him with such disdain. It seemed like some kind of curse that a witch had put on him.
Not even his own mother considered him, so Greg moved to another town. He asked his father for money to live, but his father, instead of money, gave Greg ownership of an apartment in a building under construction. A bare concrete box, with no furniture or amenities.
Greg seemed to be a homeowner now, but the women continued to treat him as if he were a complete nonentity.
Now, Greg was sitting in the courtyard of a building under construction, waiting for a woman realtor. She had taken it upon herself to sell this condo so Greg could have some money. He wanted to buy himself a trailer and travel, but real estate wouldn't let him do that.
Greg sat on the bench and stared thoughtfully at one point. And at that moment, a woman walking a small dog walked by. She looked angry that she had soiled her shoes in the mud, looked around for something, and was glad to see Greg.
- Good afternoon, young man, - she said. With no remorse at all, the woman lifted her foot and placed her dirty sole on Greg's thigh. Grabbing the hem of Greg's jacket, the woman began squeamishly wiping the mud off the shoe. - It's always so dirty in here, have you noticed? I'm thinking of filing a complaint with the janitor.
- I guess...
The woman finished with one shoe and cleaned the other shoe with Greg's jacket in the same way, then smiled at him and continued on her way.
The woman seemed to show Greg no disrespect. She greeted him politely, kept up a conversation, but at the same time, she thought it was perfectly normal to use Greg's clothes as some kind of rag! Greg didn't understand why women did this to him.
Greg was just finishing shaking it off when the realtor, half an hour late, finally appeared on the horizon. A slim, petite woman with a gorgeous ass and a devilish smile. Her bright eyes sparkled with fun and cunning. She wore black high-heeled shoes, stockings, and a skirt that barely concealed her suspenders. Too revealing an outfit for a realtor, but it didn't embarrass the girl at all.
The client looked like the daughter of a rich businessman. A lot of makeup, a fluffy fur coat, botox-infused lips. She was also wearing heeled shoes and capron tights. A bored look wandered across the unfinished yard.
- Greg, we're here! - The realtor waved her hand.
Her name was Alice, and she was in her early thirties. Greg was only twenty-two. He was embarrassed under Alice's scrutiny, but he liked her. Perhaps the reason for the liking was that Alice made Greg almost no trouble at all and never once wiped her feet on him. A huge accomplishment, Greg grinned mentally.
The women walked toward the entrance, and Greg followed them. The sign above the main entrance read "Barbie House." And that was another reason Greg wanted to sell this apartment.
The builders had decided to run an advertising campaign and only sell apartments in this building to women. They could live with their boyfriends and husbands, but the property was only put in the hands of women. Greg 's father got this apartment by accident, and apparently decided to give his son an illiquid product. So Greg was the exception to the rule, and wanted to get rid of this property as soon as possible.
The hall was dusty, with only the ceiling lights and elevators working here. Greg 's apartment was on the penultimate, twentieth floor. Only the penthouse was higher.
When they stepped into the elevator, Greg looked embarrassed. Being in the company of such gorgeous women was awkward for him; he could only stare at them blankly, but Alice was smiling broadly and talking nonstop.
- It's going to be beautiful here, you'll see, Monica. The apartment in Barbie House will be a luxury property, where all the cream of the town will gather!
- That's what Mom said, - Monica yawned. - She wants me to live here.
- You'll love it, I guarantee it. Greg's apartment is on the best side, with a view of the city!
Greg was still silent. He'd provided everything related to the sale to Alice. She'd even gotten Greg's property temporarily managed. Alice was supposed to be able to show his apartment herself, because Greg could only rent a room in the suburbs, several hours away, but Alice had refused that form of employment. So Greg hoped to sell the apartment tonight so he wouldn't have to spend the night here.
The elevator doors opened and the trio stepped out into a dusty hallway. A succession of identical doors, and finally number 100. Greg's apartment. Alice immediately began to sing dithyrambs about the residential development, the infrastructure, but Monica, as well as Greg, listened with half an ear. It was as if Monica was imagining the renovations she would make here.
The viewing lasted half an hour, and Greg's knees were already getting stiff. He amused himself by admiring both girls. Greg was especially pleased when Monica was admiring the view from the window. She flexed so gracefully, showing off her ass, that Greg was involuntarily aroused.
Alice only remembered Greg when she and her client reached the bathroom.
- Greg, can you come here for a second?
- Yeah, what is it?
Alice smiled and pointed to the niche that had been prepared for the toilet.
- Greg, Monica's not happy that the toilet hasn't been installed yet, - Alice said. - She would like to continue the inspection, but the need.....
- What can I do? - Greg was embarrassed. He hadn't expected to have to talk about such things.
- Solve the problem. We don't want to lose a client, do we?
Greg looked around for a bucket or something, but the apartment was completely empty. Coughing embarrassedly, he offered:
- I could go downstairs and see if they have a bucket?
- Pfft, I'm not going to piss in a bucket, it's cold and dirty! - Monica was indignant. - What kind of attitude to the customer? I, by the way, was going to buy your apartment!
- But... - Greg looked pleadingly at Alice, hoping she would help him out, and she nodded eagerly.
- It's all right, he was just kidding. Come on Greg, sit down.
Alice took Greg 's hand and pulled him toward the alcove. Without realizing what was happening, Greg let himself be seated on the dusty floor. It was only when Alice pressed her hand to his forehead, tilting his head upward, that he panicked.
- Alice, what are you doing?
- Shhhh, don't scream, - she whispered. - The client wasn't happy enough as it was.
- But...
Greg didn't even have time to be indignant when Monica, who'd had enough of waiting, stepped on Greg 's thigh, digging her heel painfully into his skin. Placing her other foot on Greg's other thigh, Monica pulled up her skirt, showing Greg the snow-white panties hidden beneath her pantyhose.
- Look, this is some kind of mistake, and....
Ignoring Greg 's babbling, Monica pulled down her tights along with her panties, revealing her carefully shaved pussy and simply lowered herself onto Greg's face. Completely dumbfounded by this event, Greg reflexively opened his mouth, and he did it just in time. Because a second later, a stream of the girl's rancid, hot piss poured down his throat.
In this position, Greg's eyes were not covered by Monica's hips, and he could see the bored expression on her face. She was pissing into a strange man's mouth, and she didn't think it was anything special. A routine.
If the situation had been different, if he and Monica had been lovers, maybe Greg would have enjoyed this game, but now, this devilishly beautiful woman was using him as a mere object, and that was a shame!
Greg swallowed the woman's piss as fast as he could and began to choke slightly. Unfortunately, at that moment, Monica moved lower, pressing her pussy against Greg's face. Her face changed, as if she realized where she was, but in reality, Monica's surprise was directed elsewhere.
- Alice, I remember! - Monica exclaimed, draining the last drops of piss down Greg's throat.
- What is it? - Alice asked calmly.
- Does this place have a balcony? I want an apartment with a balcony.
- Alas, balconies end at the seventeenth floor, - Alice sighed. - Is that a prerequisite for you?
- Of course! Where will I sit with a mug of coffee and take pictures on Instagram? - Monica pouted. Finished urinating, she sprung lightly on Greg's face, shaking off the last drops of urine and lifted herself off his face, digging her heels into his flesh.
- Then this apartment is not suitable for you. It's forbidden to install a balcony here.
- But there are others for sale, aren't there? - Monica asked hopefully, pulling up her pantyhose and panties. Spinning on her heels, she stepped off Greg, immediately turning her back to him and heading for the exit.
Alice took the girl under her arm and led her towards the elevators.
- Of course there is. The landlord left me keys to several apartments. Come on, I'll show you.
The tapping of the women's heels sounded farther away, and Greg remained sitting on the dusty floor, breathing heavily and realizing what had just happened. The women's neglect of him had reached its peak. She was using him as a toilet bowl and she didn't even give it a second thought? Why, why did they treat him like that!? Greg didn't understand.
Greg hadn't even had a chance to rinse his mouth out with something. Wrinkling his nose at the unpleasant taste, Greg left the apartment, and was about to go outside to look for a store where he could buy a bottle of water. But he hadn't made it to the elevator yet when Alice sent him a text:
"Stay in the apartment, new show in 20 minutes. I'll be there soon!"
Chapter 2
Greg found some cardboard and put it under his butt. He sat in the hallway across from his apartment and waited. Alice had tricked him; it had been almost an hour and she hadn't shown up. He had texted her twice, and Alice had read his messages, but hadn't felt it necessary to reply.
Soon footsteps were heard, but contrary to his expectations, a grown woman, in a cream dress and heels, and her apparently daughter, in sneakers and tight leggings, stepped out of the elevator.
Greg didn't have time to orient himself, and as the woman approached, she greeted him with a nod and stepped onto his shin, digging her heel painfully into Greg's flesh.
- Hello, are you the owner of the apartment? - The woman's daughter inquired.
Her mother silently walked on, not caring that she had just stepped on a living person. Her daughter, meanwhile, had also stepped on Greg's shin, only she stopped, placing her other foot on Greg's other shin. It wasn't hard under the weight of her sneakers, but Greg's pants were quickly covered in dusty footprints.
The girl slid her soles, leaving even more dust. She finished her apple and looked down at Greg, waiting for an answer.
- Yes, I'm the owner.
- That's strange, how come? - The girl wondered. - I was told that only women could get property!
- It's just a coincidence, - Greg replied embarrassed. - I'm trying to sell the apartment to follow the rules. I'm waiting for a client. Isn't that you, by any chance?
- Oh, no, we already bought an apartment here, - she laughed. - I'm Jessica, by the way, and you are?
- Greg.
- Nice to meet you! - Jessica smiled, finishing her apple. She looked around and brought the apple up to Greg's face, and when Greg opened his mouth to protest, she calmly pushed the apple into his mouth. - I'm surprised they haven't put the garbage cans in yet, it's lucky you're here.
- Y-yes? Well... I don't even know...
Jessica leaned lower, looking Greg straight in the eye. She folded her lips as if she were going to spit.
- Would you mind...?
Greg was very shy of the beautiful girl and decided not to push his luck. Opening his mouth, he patiently accepted her saliva, and the girl, having decanted her saliva, spat one last time.
- Thank you, because these bones... I can't stand bony fruit, - Jessica giggled and turned on Greg's hips, leaving dusty footprints, and shuffled off his feet. - I'll see you around, I guess?
- Not if I sell the apartment, - Greg muttered, but Jessica was already hurrying to catch up with her mom and didn't hear his reply.
Greg was just finishing shaking himself off when Alice appeared on the floor, accompanied by an older and probably very rich woman. A well-groomed face, sleek hair, lots of expensive bling, and a delicately blue knee-length dress. She wore high-heeled patent shoes and with every step seemed to assert her claim to ownership. She walked confidently, like a mistress of position.
- Greg, meet Agnes! - Alice greeted him cheerfully as she approached Jack. - Agnes has already bought three apartments in this building, can you imagine?
- Hello, - Greg mumbled embarrassed and looked down at her.
He was afraid that his mouth might smell of urine, so he tried not to breathe in the direction of such a gorgeous woman, who was also insanely rich. With a trembling hand, Greg opened the apartment, letting the potential buyer in, and tried to stay out of Alice's way to do his job.
Unfortunately, it was already clear from Agnes' first comments that she was not going to buy his apartment.
- It's too small, - Agnes pursed her lips dismissively. - I'll take forever before I can sell it. I don't have any friends who would be satisfied with such a modest apartment.
- But you could sell the apartment for servants or assistants? - Alice suggested ingratiatingly.
- That's an interesting idea. I have a couple of calls to make, - Agnes looked around. - Did you say there was a toilet?
- Yes, of course! - Alice waved her hand and snapped her fingers. - Greg, come here quickly!
- Excuse me? - Greg tried to make excuses so that Alice wouldn't make him humiliate himself again, but now Agnes intervened. She pulled up her dress and showed Greg her thighs and white panties without any embarrassment.
- Young man, don't waste my time. I only agreed to see this apartment because it had a toilet!
Biting his lip, Greg struggled between disgust and the desire to get this farce over with. If Agnes was really that rich, she could buy his apartment without even thinking about it. Nervously swallowing, Greg made a decision.
He went back to the niche in the bathroom and sat down on the dusty floor. Agnes, meanwhile, had already pulled her panties down to her knees and was waiting impatiently for Greg to get settled. This woman was not embarrassed by the fact that she was going to piss in another man's mouth. She wasn't embarrassed about being naked in front of a stranger. Greg almost cried at not being seen as a man at all. He just couldn't understand: why! What had he done to deserve such treatment?
As Greg settled on the floor, he tilted his head back so that his face was looking vertically upward, remembering the experience of the last time. Greg wrinkled his nose habitually as Agnes' heels dug into his flesh. Only he hadn't expected the woman to sit relaxedly on his face, with practically her whole weight!
Greg barely had time to tense his neck muscles to hold on to Agnes. His fingers slid on the concrete floor. From the strain, he mewled, but it was as if Agnes didn't hear him. Sitting with all her weight on Greg's face, she fidgeted until she found Greg's lips with her pussy.
Realizing that he couldn't hold out much longer, Greg opened his mouth wide, hoping that the torture would end as soon as possible. However, Agnes leisurely took her phone out of her purse and started a conversation with a friend. From the tension, Greg's ears were ringing and he couldn't hear the conversation. He was completely focused on not dropping this rich woman.
When piss spurted from her pussy, Greg almost choked. He was already completely tense, swallowing in this position was almost impossible. By some miracle, however, Greg managed to swallow all of Agnes' piss without spilling a drop. But that was not enough.
Agnes had already stopped urinating, and Greg did not understand. Why did she keep sitting on his face? His neck was about to fall off, his hands were starting to shake, and Agnes.... She wiped her pussy with a piece of tissue and shoved the paper carelessly into Greg's mouth. And after that, she started squirming her ass on his face again. Her soft buttocks hugged Greg's cheeks, spread apart. Her anus touched the tip of Greg's nose, and Agnes squirmed for as long as if she wanted to...
No! This can't be happening!
- I'll wait outside, I have to make a call, - Greg heard Alice's voice.
In his mind, he begged Alice not to go, not to leave him alone with Agnes. Alice was on his side, she must realize that this was too much! Greg almost cried with despair, but the answer was only the rumbling of Agnes's stomach....
Chapter 3
Greg was at his last gasp, his hands already beginning to tremble. He was sick with disgust, with the anticipation of the horrible taste, but he was too afraid of dropping the woman. If she was that rich, she could sabotage the estate sale and Greg would lose his money. He must be patient.
- Yes, I can finally talk in peace, - Greg heard Agnes' voice. - No, I'm not suggesting you buy this apartment. It's too small. But I couldn't just say no to Alice, - Agnes laughed, and in that instant, her intestine exploded with a sonorous fart, shooting out of Greg's mouth. - She's a nice girl, an experienced real estate agent. But honestly, if this apartment didn't have a bathroom, I wouldn't waste my time.
Greg was hurt to hear those words, and even a little hurt for Alice, but fear still compelled him to facilitate Agnes. Keeping his mouth open, Greg tried not to focus on the taste left by Agnes' flatus. But that was only foreplay...
Her anus opened again and disgusting, liquid feces poured into Greg's mouth. Agnes had diarrhea! It was clear why Agnes needed the toilet so badly, but that didn't make Greg feel any better....
- Sure, keep in mind. I'll send you Alice's phone number, - Agnes told her friend. - But you can try your luck without her. Apartment number 100, penultimate floor.
Greg could not believe that Agnes would so easily offer him, a complete stranger, as a toilet for her friend! That's no way to treat people, but Agnes was doing it. She switched to another topic, and cheerfully discussed some nonsense with her friend, and all the while she was squeezing disgusting liquid feces out of her bowels, staining Greg's teeth, gums and tongue with it. The feces would drain down Greg's throat, and he would swallow desperately, afraid of choking. It would have been a truly horrible death.
Thankfully, the torrent of diarrhea ended and Agnes, having finished talking, lazily lifted herself off Greg's face, carefully wiping his anus of the fecal residue. Toilet paper, of course, she shoved into Greg's mouth. Fortunately, Agnes wasn't looking back, and as soon as Agnes was off Greg, he pulled the paper out of his mouth and slipped it into his pocket.
Exhausted, Greg fell on his back. Gagging spasms tormented him, but he held on for fear of staining the apartment. Holding the strange woman's feces inside him, Greg copiously wet his mouth with saliva and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed ...
- I'll give you two pieces of advice, - suddenly came Agnes' voice.
The woman went back to the toilet and stood on Greg's stomach with her whole weight on him. Brutally driving her heels into Greg's flesh, she looked down at him.
- S-thank you... That's so kind of you...
- First, you could offer your property to your neighbors. They might want to combine their apartment with yours to increase the square footage, - the woman said.
- That's interesting, - Greg said with difficulty, swallowing the remnants of her diarrhea and writhing in pain from his heels.
- Second, take care of a proper toilet. You're good at taking care of your customers, but it was very uncomfortable for me to defecate in you. I could feel your hands shaking. If you're so weak, just spend the money on a proper toilet.
- S-thank you...!
Greg found that last piece of advice particularly valuable. Why didn't he think of that? He'd have to limit his spending, but if he bought a portable toilet, Alice would no longer be able to force him into an uncomfortable situation where Greg had no choice but to swallow human waste.
- And raise the interest rate for Alice. She's a great real estate agent, - Agnes added, getting off Greg.
When the woman left the apartment, Greg was just getting up. He was afraid to bend over, lest he vomit, and wished he could clear his stomach. But Greg could not escape from the apartment. Right after Agnes, the neighbor, Jessica, entered the apartment. Greg didn't even make it out of the bathroom!
- Hi! - she waved cheerfully.
- Did you change your mind? You're going to see my apartment? - Greg wondered.
- No, I met your real estate agent and she said I could use the restroom here, - Jessica said as if nothing had happened, walking up to Greg.
He was insanely shy of this girl. Beautiful, his age. She was coming on to him with the intention of using him as a human toilet, and she didn't think it was weird! Greg mentally cursed Alice for blabbing such things about him, but now it seemed he had no choice. Remembering Agnes' words, Greg said:
- Why don't you look at the apartment after all? Your family could buy it to merge with theirs, and....
- No, we don't have any money left, - Jessica giggled, standing next to Greg. - I really don't want to waste your time, I'll just pee and that's it, okay?
Jessica stood in the room designated as a restroom, and she could definitely see that there was no furniture in here. Jessica looked at Greg as she talked about the restroom. Had Alice told her that Greg was the restroom, or had Jessica guessed it herself?
- Come on, I've been putting up with this for a long time! - Jessica pleaded, starting to dance in place.
Deciding that it couldn't get any worse, Greg lowered himself to the floor again and Jessica, without waiting for him to settle, stood on his thighs, leaving dusty footprints again.
Jessica was facing Greg and had already pulled down her leggings and panties, not at all shy about showing off her shaved pussy to the stranger. Greg mentally chuckled. He'd seen more pussy this day than he'd seen in his entire previous life.
Barely had Greg leaned back on his arms and cocked his head up, Jessica threw her leg over Greg's shoulder and stepped onto the floor. Placing her other leg next to her, she effectively squeezed Greg's head with her thighs. Only in this position did she relax, settling on his face.
- It's great to have such a neighbor, - Jessica announced, rocking back and spreading her thighs. Sliding a finger into her pussy, she hooked the reddened string and pulled squeamishly on it.... Pulling out... The bloody tampon... - It's not nice to say this, but I'll be glad if you take a long time to sell the apartment. We won't be installing a toilet for a while yet, and keeping up with the repairs is essential, - Jessica said cheerfully as she lowered the bloody tampon into Greg's mouth.
The nasty, metallic taste of menstrual blood almost made Greg cry. He wanted to spit out the nasty, sticky stuff, but he didn't have time. Jessica relaxed her bladder, and her acrid, rancid urine, along with the metallic taste of blood, poured down Greg's throat. He only had time to slide Jessica's tampon behind his cheek with his tongue.
- And that was it. - After draining the last drops of urine, Jessica wiped her pussy thoroughly and unwrapped a new tampon. Concentrating on shoving it into her pussy, she lifted herself off Greg's face, pulling on her leggings. - Thank you, neighbor. Hope to see you again!
As soon as Jessica walked out, Greg started to feel sick. Spitting out the disgusting tampon, Greg clamped his lips shut to keep from throwing up right there. He didn't want to dirty his apartment, but it was awfully hard to get over the cramps. It took Greg almost five minutes to get over the nausea. After getting up and shaking himself off, he walked out into the hallway where Alice was waiting for him. From the look of her, Alice was very happy about something.
- Oh, finally! What took you so long? - Alice was indignant, but then she smiled. - I have great news. Come on, you need your sleep.
- News? - Greg asked hesitantly, following the real estate agent.
- It's great news. I've arranged an important meeting for you. Tomorrow you'll meet the owner of the entire building! Isn't that great? - satisfied with herself, Alice stepped into the elevator, and Greg... He was afraid to imagine where this meeting would lead.
Chapter 4
After taking the elevator down, Alice led Greg to a utility room on the first floor. The echo of her heels echoed through the empty room. To Greg's surprise, the back room revealed a narrow mattress and pillow lying sloppily on the bed.
- Alice, what is this? - Greg asked in surprise, stopping on the threshold.
- Bedding, - Alice replied innocently, typing a message on her smartphone. When she sensed Greg's confusion, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. - I'm not a sadist, I wouldn't make you sleep on a bare rock. Take this and let's go.
- Where? Alice!
But the girl had already left the room and Greg had to do her bidding. Taking out his keys, Greg caught up with Alice and asked:
- Do you want me to spend the night in your apartment? Is the meeting in the morning?
- Yes, the meeting is early in the morning, - Alice nodded, "but you can't sleep in your apartment. It's forbidden.
- But it's my apartment!
Alice turned around and looked at Greg as if he were a child.
- The apartments aren't completely built yet. If you stay in them overnight, it'll be considered a hijacking and you'll be charged.
- But... - Greg lowered his head. He didn't understand the logic, but he didn't want to cause any more problems. - Where would I sleep then?
- Wherever there's a working video camera, - Alice answered easily, stepping into the space in front of the elevator. She pointed to the corner, next to the radiator: - This will do. It'll be warm.
- But Alice! I'm going to sleep like some kind of... homeless!
- Don't be imaginative. It's just for one night. Come on, put your things down.
Greg, realizing that the argument was useless, knelt down and began to spread out the pillow and blanket. At the same moment, Alice sat on Greg's back as if he were a chair.
- Hmm? - He mumbled questioningly.
- Don't worry, I just want to change my shoes, - Alice replied calmly, moving her ass higher, almost to Greg's neck.
Greg had already finished making his bed, but he had to wait for Alice to put her dainty shoes in the bag and put on her sneakers. In the process, Alice was placing a foot on Greg's back, and he felt the touch of her feet. Even with all the humiliation he had endured, Greg couldn't help but notice that Alice had very nice and pleasant feet.
Finally, Alice stood up, and Greg, still on his knees, turned his back to her. At the same moment, Alice lifted her foot and placed the dusty sole on Greg's face. He tried to pull back, but Alice managed to grab Greg by the hair and hold him in place.
- Wait, I need to clean my shoes. Just a minute.
Pressing the dusty sole into Greg's face, Alice pulled out a shoe sponge and began to carelessly dab at her sneaker. She brushed Greg's face repeatedly, but he bravely endured the humiliation, not wanting to fight with Alice.
When Alice removed her foot, Greg tried to put his shoulder under hers, but Alice gave Greg a painful tap on the chin and put her other foot on his face. Finished with cleaning his sneakers, Alice snickered disapprovingly:
- You need somewhere to wash your face. You can't sit here looking like that, what if they think you're homeless?
Greg laughed nervously. Alice was broadcasting his thoughts, only he was passing them off as his own. He waited for Alice to show him where the bathroom was, but there was none. Alice led Greg outside, and pointed to an upscale grocery store.
- Buy some water there to last till morning. We'll be there at 8:00 a.m. We need you to be fully prepared. You got it?
- Okay, Alice. I hope you can sell my apartment tomorrow!
Alice didn't respond. She just lost interest in Greg and walked toward her car. And Greg went to the store.
There was a pretty girl working at the grocery store, and Greg was afraid to talk to her. He was afraid he'd get bad breath. He wanted to look good in front of a girl like that. However, as he paid for his water bottles, Alice walked into the store. Greg was surprised:
- Has something changed?
- No, I just had to pee, so I decided to come back so I wouldn't have to endure fifteen minutes on the road, - Alice shrugged. Turning to the salesman, she asked: - are you finished?
- Yes, of course we are. But we don't have a bathroom, miss, - she said guiltily.
- No problem, I'll piss in his mouth, - Alice put her hand on Greg's shoulder and pushed him against the wall. - Come on, Greg, it's unseemly to piss in your mouth in front of an audience.
Greg squinted his eyes at the salesman in horror, but the girl didn't react in any way to Alice's message. It was as if it was the order of the day. Perfectly normal, to use it that way.
Greg wanted to refuse Alice, but the feeling that tomorrow the real estate issue would be resolved and he would be able to leave here, forgetting today like a bad dream. Sighing heavily, he sat down against the wall. Just like he did in his apartment.
Alice easily pulled off her clothes and stepped on Greg's feet with her dirty sneakers. After stomping around, she turned her back and sat on his face, finding his mouth with her pussy. After a second's pause, her stinking piss poured into Greg's mouth, and Alice didn't hold herself back at all, as if she were pissing in a regular, public restroom.
Greg noted that he was getting used to it. He had no trouble swallowing the disgusting urine quickly, and he was even no longer nauseous. The taste was repulsive, but Greg treated it like medicine. If he tolerated it, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Finished pissing, Alice rubbed her pussy against Greg's nose and climbed off his face. After getting dressed, she got off Greg and headed for the exit, but the sales clerk called out to her:
- Miss, may I use your restroom?
- Why are you asking my permission? - Alice wondered. - It doesn't belong to me.
- Ah, it's public, - the salesgirl nodded importantly and walked toward Greg.
The salesgirl was really cute, but the fact that a complete stranger was going to use him as a live toilet drove Greg crazy. It was like he was in a parallel world where everything was different and the usual rules just didn't apply.
- Hi, I'm Sandy! - smiled. - Why didn't you tell me I could piss in your mouth? I would have discounted the water, - her slender finger with a delicate manicure pointed to the water bottles.
- I, uh... Wasn't going to... Miss, may I... - Greg pivoted, about to stand up, but the girl wouldn't let him.
She, just like Alice, easily got to Greg's feet, and didn't even undress. She just pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties and, before Greg could even realize it, lowered herself onto his face. Sandy didn't even bother to check if she was sitting down correctly, Greg had to turn his head to get his mouth to the hot stream of piss. His neck hurt terribly, but he swallowed the urine of an ordinary saleswoman who had nothing to do with the sale of his apartment and mentally screamed. Why!? Why are they doing this to him?
Greg's condition was so terrible that even when the girl got off Greg's face and said goodbye, he couldn't hear her words. Acting on automatic, fumbling away from passersby, Greg ran toward the house under construction, away from other people's eyes. He needed to come to his senses.
And Greg almost succeeded. He reached the house, opened the front door with his key, but when Greg reached the room near the elevator where his "bed" was, he mentally cried. Here too...
Chapter 5
Greg watched in horror as a whole line of girls lined up toward his bed, and carefully wiped their shoes on his blanket and pillow. They looked like college girls. All as one in fashionable, expensive clothes, with elegant makeup and the cheerful smiles of true princesses.
Two of the girls had already entered the elevator, and God knows how many had already walked across Greg's bed, but there were six more in the room. One of them, a brunette, noticed Greg and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Greg took a step forward, stretching out his arm confusedly:
- Excuse me, why are you wiping your feet on my bed? - Greg asked embarrassed.
- Your bed? - The brunette laughed. - Why did you decide to make it here? We thought it was a special rag.
- I was told that it was not allowed in other places, since I don't own the apartment yet, and... - the girl gestured away as she continued to wipe her boots on Greg's pillow. The other girls had already entered the elevator and were impatiently holding the door, waiting for their friend.
- Yeah, yeah, I know. I see. So you're some kind of servant here?
- No, I own the apartment!
- Oh, I see. Well, then, uh. - After getting out of Greg's bed, the brunette winked. - Good night!
The girls didn't laugh at him, didn't sympathize. They just cleaned their shoes and that was it, not paying much attention to what they had just heard.
Looking around his bed, Greg sighed. He looked back - there was a camera hanging on the wall, and he sighed even louder. The public humiliation was also videotaped. However, he was so tired, he decided to get some sleep. He laid down under the dirty blanket, put his head on the pillow that smelled of dust from the soles of strange girls, and then the music started playing....
Loud bass thundered right above Greg. It sounded like all these girls were having a party here, on the second floor. And Greg didn't understand. Why were they allowed to be here and he wasn't!? It was insanely unfair, and Greg was about to complain somewhere, but held back. What if they were friends of the owner? What if they had some kind of privilege?
So Greg just wrinkled his nose at the rumbling, covered himself with a blanket and fell asleep.
Greg didn't get more than three hours of sleep. He woke up to a hard thump on his chest. Greg had been sleeping with his mouth open, and now he realized that someone had pulled the blanket off his head. So when Greg opened his eyes, he saw two sexy buttocks approaching his face.
- Hey, I mean...
The stranger didn't let Greg finish, settling on his face. Greg's nose found itself deeply buried between her buttocks, and all her weight seemed to come down on Greg's head. He raised his hands, trying to free himself, but was too sleepy and distracted to resist. The girl, meanwhile, was squirming on his face, and shifted so that Greg's mouth was trapped between her buttocks, and the great weight was pressing on his lower jaw, forcing him to open his mouth.
A moment later, Greg felt the sharp prick of her heels against his thighs, and even managed to get his fingers on the stranger's soles, but at that moment, her anus opened up and dropped a torrent of liquid diarrhea mixed with loud farts into Greg's mouth. The thick paste poured over Greg's tongue, over his gums, drained down his throat, causing him to vomit, but the girl continued to sit on Greg's face with all her weight, calmly defecating like a normal toilet bowl.
- Are you okay in there? - The girl asked. Greg recognized the voice of the brunette. - You're mooing so loud, it's weird. I'm only defecating in your mouth!
- Mmmm! - moaned Greg, swallowing the brunette's disgusting diarrhea.
- Can't you keep it down? - she grumbled. - Loud music is already giving me a headache..... That's why I decided to look for another restroom where it's not so loud. Besides, there's a whole line. You know, girls take their time in the restroom," the brunette giggled, shooting another load of farts down Greg's throat.
- Mmmm! - Greg mumbled again, trying to lift the girl's leg, but she only moved it more comfortably, stabbing Greg's penis with her heel.
- I was just about to go outside when I saw your open mouth. Lucky me, I wouldn't want to be cold. It's a whole ten minutes to the nearest coffee shop with a restroom, can you believe it? - Tensing, the brunette poured the rest of her diarrhea down Greg's throat and finally got up off his face. Wiping herself thoroughly with tissues, she simply tossed them down on Greg, who was fighting the gagging urge, and calmly got dressed. - Try to swallow quickly. I'd hate for this place to smell like my poop," the brunette asked and took a step away.
She didn't do it on purpose, but her heel hit Greg on the temple, and from the strong, painful blow, he lost consciousness.
When Greg woke up again, he felt like he'd had a terrible dream. However, the vile taste in his mouth convinced him that it was reality. After a moment, Greg realized that his mouth was taped shut with construction tape and a blanket was covering him from head to toe. His whole body ached like a herd of maidens had stomped all over him. Perhaps that was the case.
However, Greg had not fully regained consciousness when someone carelessly removed the blanket from his head. He saw a rich woman in a fur coat and mid-thigh boots. With a squeamish twitch of her lips, she placed a muddy sole on his forehead, and began scrubbing the dirt against Greg as if he were a rag.
- Mmmm! - Greg mumbled, trying to move his arms.
- The blanket is already dirty, I'm not going to clean my shoes against a dirty rag," the woman snorted. She ran her heel roughly down Greg's cheek, leaving a scratch on his skin. Just as abruptly, she switched feet, scrubbing the dirt off the other sole. Her phone rang, and she answered it irritably, "I'm already here, I'll be right up. Let them clean up the apartment for now. I'm not going to buy a dirty property.
The woman left, and Greg, crying with helplessness, clutched himself in a fetal position. The last few hours had been used by whoever wanted to use him, and how they wanted to use him. He couldn't even remember what had happened while he was unconscious. He had been used as a fully functional toilet, as a rag, and no one, absolutely no one had tried to feel sorry for him. Greg felt like he was in hell.
The phone rang. Greg pulled it out of his pocket, and, writhing with bruises all over his body, peeled off the tape and answered the call. Alice's friendly voice announced:
- Greg, get cleaned up. The building owner and I will be there in ten minutes. If you look decent, she'll help you sell the condo, but if you haven't taken care of your appearance, she may block the sale. Greg? Greg! Greg! Can you hear me?
Greg looked around panicked, trying to figure out what to do.
Chapter 6
The first thing Greg did was jump up off the floor, and proceeded to dump the whole mess onto the blanket. After wrapping up the trash, Greg stumbled backwards and ran to the utility room, where he picked up that blanket, and tossed it into the corner. By some miracle, his water bottle had survived, and Greg began to wash his face thoroughly, rinse his mouth, and then wet his palms, trying to tidy up his clothes.
Greg didn't have a mirror, but he already knew he looked absolutely disgusting. Unfortunately, there was nothing more Greg could do. He had to leave his jacket covered in footprints and walk back to the elevator. He made it only one minute before Alice and a strange woman entered through the main entrance.
The stranger was about forty-five years old. Stately, commanding. Every piece of clothing she wore must have cost a lot of money. The woman, despite her age, had a stunning figure. Slender legs passed into a neat ass, narrow waist emphasized the gorgeous breasts. On her thin, aristocratic face there was a haughty smile, and her gaze studied the space, as if proving that everything here belonged to her.
As soon as the woman crossed the threshold of the room, Greg's gaze was fixed on her, and he was immediately ashamed of his appearance. Alice, judging by the displeased expression on her face, felt the same way. Shame, amazement.
- What is this, Alice? Who let a tramp in here? - The stranger asked coldly. - You said the owner of the apartment in MY building was waiting for us.
- There's a thing... - Greg began cautiously, dimming his gaze. - I've been... - he wanted to say "robbed," but Alice beat him to it.
- Oh, it's just a mistake, Lila! Don't pay attention to your appearance, - Alice said cheerfully, walking over to the horrified boy. - Greg just didn't have time to clean himself up because he was helping the residents of your house.
Greg happily seized on Alice's idea, and was about to lie about helping as a loader, but he didn't get the chance. Lila, the owner of the house, approached Greg and gave him a disgruntled look.
- If you were going to help my tenants, you should have made sure you had spare clothes. Just wanting to is not enough to make us feel comfortable using you!
- I-excuse me... - Greg mumbled, dimming his gaze.
Lila, meanwhile, pulled something out of her pocket. With a snicker, she asked unhappily:
- Why aren't you kneeling? Do you really think I'd be comfortable throwing garbage in your mouth when you're standing in front of me?
Greg couldn't believe he'd heard the woman correctly, but he was too afraid to argue with her. After all, this whole house belonged to her, including Greg's apartment. With her will, he might never sell his real estate.....
Kneeling down, Greg wanted to ask a question, but he opened his mouth when Lila dropped a peanut husk on Greg's tongue. Immediately losing interest, she walked straight at Greg as if he didn't exist, and Greg frantically backed up. He slipped and fell on his back, nearly hitting the back of his head. Lila calmly stepped with her heel on his penis and her sole on his stomach, stepped forward onto Greg's chest, and placed her first foot next to his. With a slight twinge, she turned to Alice.
- We should put a mat down here. What do you think?
- That's a great idea! - Alice jumped right in. - Would you like me to find contractors?
- That would be very kind of you, - Lila nodded.
She turned again and put her foot over Greg's face. Her heel stabbed Greg hard in the cheek, and he had to clench his eyes shut to keep from screaming in pain. Luckily, Lila immediately took a step and walked over to the elevator door. Alice, who was also wearing heeled shoes and a short skirt, also walked over Greg's body, and stood on his chest and winked at him, giving him a thumbs up. With a careless step, Alice scratched Greg on the cheek and stepped into the elevator with Lila.
Biting his lip, Greg squirmed, afraid to give away how much it hurt, but the women coughed grudgingly.
- Greg? - Alice called out. - We're actually on our way to see your apartment. To the leg!
Alice raised her voice as if she were talking to a dog.
- W-what? - Greg looked up, surprised, and looked at Alice. She repeated, as if nothing had happened.
- If you need to lie in the dust, you can do it here at my feet. Don't keep Lilah.
Greg had no choice. He got on all fours and stepped into the elevator. Alice folded the bag carelessly on the back of Greg's head as he sat beside her like a dog. However, contrary to Greg's expectation, they went up to the second floor. The very place where the party had been held the night before.
Lila and Alice went out to look around, while Greg remained sitting by the elevator. The amount of bottles and packages of food was colossal. His stomach rumbled violently, and Greg couldn't help himself - he emptied one package, satisfying his hunger.
When the women returned, Lila was just saying something to Alice, and Greg heard the end of the sentence:
- ...so I let them have the party. I want young people living in my house, and they need space.
- But what about the rule against spending time in your apartment at night? - Alice asked. As she passed Greg, she stepped on his arm with her heel.
- That's so silly! - Lila laughed. - I'm willing to make exceptions for those who really need it. A party is a good reason. Especially since there's a restroom on the second floor.
As Greg followed the women into the elevator, he could barely contain his anger. Alice had lied to him! She had said there was no restroom in the entire house, but it turned out there was one and it was functioning! Unfortunately, Alice wasn't the kind of girl who felt shame.
They got to the right floor, where Greg's apartment was, and Greg started praying as they got off the elevator. If he was lucky now, he would get rid of this property forever and get as far away from this house as possible. Unfortunately, an obstacle appeared in the women's path. Jessica, with a cup of coffee in her hand. She waved cheerfully at Greg and smiled at the women.
- Good morning! You must be busy, huh?
- Hi, Jess, - Lila said to her. They obviously already knew each other. - What's up?
- I didn't have time to go to the bathroom, and I'm too lazy to go down to the second floor. Can I steal Greg from you for a minute? I just have to pee in his mouth.
- Is your mom here? - Lila asked, looking over Jessica's shoulder. Her mom was just coming out of Jessica's apartment, and Lila nodded. - Great, we'll talk for a while. Oh, and by the way, Alice. You didn't tell me you set up the restroom on this floor, - Lila turned to Alice.
Greg couldn't believe he was actually hearing this. "Set up a restroom?" Does she think Greg works here all the time, ingesting women's piss and shit!? Where is this going to lead!?
- Oh, I thought it would be very convenient, and...'
Lila gestured for her to stop.
- We'll talk about it when Jessica releases your man. Jess, make yourself at home.
- Yay! Thank you!
Overjoyed, Jessica smiled even wider and beckoned Greg behind her, toward his apartment. A tampon string was sticking sloppily out from under the hem of her short skirt. Greg mentally groaned....
Chapter 7
Greg opened the door to his apartment, letting Jessica walk forward. The young girl walked on without a care in the world, as if they were just taking a walk. Jessica didn't give any indication that she was about to pee in Greg's mouth.
- Look, Jessica… - Greg started to say, but Jessica had barely closed the door behind her and had already started to undress.
- Yeah? - she turned to Greg, showing off her naked shaved pussy.
- I wanted to tell you that I was just on the second floor, and I saw the restroom. It's much more comfortable, and you can sit there and stuff.... - Greg mumbled frankly embarrassed.
- Thank you for your concern, it's so nice! - Jessica squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure. - But I'm quite comfortable sitting on your face. However, if you want to take care of me, could you put your head down a little lower? I'll show you.
Greg, realizing the pointlessness of arguing, sat down on the floor and leaned on his hands. He had to hold his head face up and lower his head, until Jessica stopped pressing his forehead.
- That's it. That's good! The thing is, I don't want to strain my legs, I'd like to relax when I piss in your mouth, - Jessica explained, throwing her leg over Greg's head.
Sitting on Greg's face, Jessica relaxed and her pussy pressed against his mouth. Her soft, delicate thighs clenched around Greg's head. In any other situation, Greg would have been happy with this kind of intimacy, but now, with the string from the tampon tickling his lips, he was embarrassed and struggling with revulsion.
- I'm pleased that you turned out to be so thoughtful, - Jessica informed him, pulling the string and tossing the bloody tampon into Greg's mouth. A moment later, a disgusting stream of hot urine gushed into Greg's mouth. - Mom asked me to oversee the repairs, so I'll be spending a lot of time here. Nice to know you live next door, neighbor!
Easing her bladder, Jessica's legs completely relaxed and Greg's neck muscles tensed hard, holding her weight. Swallowing in this position was very difficult, but Greg somehow miraculously managed. He wished the torture would stop soon, but Jessica was in no hurry to get out of his face. Taking out a fresh tampon, she began fiddling with it, carelessly grazing the skin on Greg's face with her fingernails.
- This is not nice to say, but I hope you sell your apartment for a very long time, - Jessica giggled as she stood up from Greg's head. His arms went slack and he fell to the floor, so Jessica took a step and stepped with her heel on his cheek, pinning him to the concrete floor. - I'd like to finish the kitchen first, and only then do the bathroom, - Jessica explained calmly, curling her heel around Greg's cheek and stepping forward. - It'd be nice to have the bathroom handy all this time, wouldn't it? All right, bye!
By the time Jessica left Greg's apartment, Lila and Alice had walked inside. Greg's neck hurt so badly that he couldn't get up right away. He tried to crawl away, out of the aisle, but didn't have time. Alice, leading Lila under her arm, stepped in front of Greg's face, so did Jessica digging her heel into his cheek. Lila took a step too, and her heel landed right on Greg's testicle, pinning it to his thigh. Greg clenched his teeth, trying not to scream.
- Not the biggest living space, but what a view, and a floor! - Alice said cheerfully, walking on without even looking at Greg.
- Are you telling me this? - Lila giggled, coming to the window too. - Girl, I built this house!
- Sorry, it's automatic for me!
The women laughed. Alice continued to tell Lila about Greg's situation, and Greg, meanwhile, crawled back against the wall and came to his senses. He regretted leaving the water bottle downstairs. He really wanted to drink the unpleasant taste of Jessica's menstrual urine. However, when Lila interrupted Alice, Greg perked up his ears.
- I'll be honest with you, Alice, - Lila said thoughtfully. - When I built this house, I wanted quality tenants. Women who knew their worth. Beautiful, wealthy. The fact that some of my property ended up in his possession, - Lila waved her hand nonchalantly toward Greg, - is just a mistake.
- I know all that, so what's your point? - Alice wondered.
- I have the power to stop this deal. I can bind him with the courts. There are many tools... - at Lila's words, Greg shrank back in horror. - Also, I could buy the apartment back and find a more suitable tenant.
- You could do that!? - Greg said in disbelief, getting on all fours. Unfortunately, both women ignored him. They walked toward the exit, and when Greg was in their way, Alice simply pushed Greg with her foot, and the women walked over him again as if he were part of the floor.
- But I'm used to managing the resources I own, and Jessica gave me an idea. Your man is completely dependent on you and me anyway, so he won't have a choice....
Greg didn't hear what Lila said, but Alice laughed merrily, and immediately began to assure her that everything would be taken care of. Greg tried to catch up to the women, but the door slammed in his face, knocking him on the nose.
Holding his face, Greg whimpered in pain, humiliation and anger. But by the time he reached the elevator, the doors behind Lila had already closed, leaving only Alice in the hallway.
Greg had cursed the day he'd hired that real estate agent, but now, found himself so closely tied to her that he had to beg her for information.
- What did she say? Please tell me. It's important!
- There's good news and bad news, - Alice summarized, waving her hand, ordering Greg to follow her. Alice led Greg out onto the open balcony, where she flicked her lighter, lighting a cigarette. - Lila froze all transactions on your apartment for a month.
- What? - Greg opened his mouth indignantly as Alice flicked the ash onto his tongue.
- But the good news is that at the end of the month, you'll get the money for the apartment directly from Lila. That's a guarantee! - Alice threw up her hands in joy.
- But Alice...
- Greg, put it down low and open your mouth, - Alice interrupted him, holding the cigarette in front of his face. - I realize it's dirty in here, but I'm not used to littering. How am I supposed to flick ash into your mouth when you're shaking your lips? - she giggled.
Greg didn't care about anything, he followed orders just to get the information. After waiting for Alice to flick the ash onto his tongue, Greg asked:
- But what am I going to do this month? What are you going to do? I don't understand!
- Like what? Provide comfort to the tenants, of course! You're very good at being a toilet, you're a real talent! Aren't you proud of yourself, Greg? - Alice smiled, and put out her cigarette on Greg's tongue. From the pain and horror, Greg froze in a stupor. He couldn't believe that this was really happening to him.
Chapter 8
When the shock passed, Alice was already standing at the exit, stomping her foot impatiently. Dirty, humiliated, Greg rose to his feet and followed Alice.
- I don't understand why you're upset. - The girl asked in surprise. - There's no reason to be sad! Think about it: First of all, all your neighbors will be grateful to me for making the toilet available to them at all times. Secondly, I'll be able to bring in my clients from other floors for extra gratitude. Can you imagine how much of a reputation boost I'll get by using you?
- Using me? - Greg grinned nervously. - I thought you were supposed to be helping me...
- I am. Aren't you? - Alice raised her eyebrows. - In a month's time, you'll get the money directly from the owner of the house. It's a great deal! And by the way, if you're worried about not having the money to set up the restroom facilities, don't worry. I'll pay for it all, - Alice announced solemnly as she led Greg to his own apartment.
- Why would you do that?
- I'll spend the agency fee money you paid me, - Alice explained. - Now that you're only getting a nominal price for the apartment, I'm going to make a nice profit on your real estate, taking the difference for myself. So don't worry about me. Look over here, - Alice pointed to the spot where Greg had first used as a live toilet. - I plan to set up a place for you here. Any requests?
- Any requests? - Greg let out a nervous laugh. He wanted to tell Alice what he thought of her, but the guarantee of money in a month kept him in his seat.
- Well, then I'll take care of it myself... - Alice's phone rang and she shrugged guiltily. - The client's waiting, I have to go. And Greg... It's really great to start working with you, isn't it?
Greg nodded automatically. He didn't want to breed conflict. What did it matter if the worst had already happened?
Left alone, Greg cried quietly, looking out the window from his apartment. He paced the square, trying to realize what a nightmare he was in.
Greg's phone rang and he saw that a signed contract had arrived in the mail for him. Reading it carefully, he was convinced that Lila's lawyers had already prepared everything. It was as if they already had a template ready. It hadn't been more than an hour!
The contract stated that Greg would receive the money for the apartment in a month, unless Lila personally canceled the order. So he was really depending on her opinion. Greg found himself bound much more tightly than before. Given that Lila had defined his role for him as 'guest toilet', Greg knew exactly what he would have to do. He wouldn't even have the right to say no to anyone....
Half an hour later, Greg just sat by the wall and stared at one point. He had no idea how to get out of this unpleasant situation, and he tried to accept the inevitable. And at that moment, the door opened and a woman already familiar to Greg entered the apartment. Jessica's mom.
Tapping her fingers on the screen of her smartphone, she approached Greg and turned her back. Greg didn't remember her name. Jessica's mom wore thick-heeled boots, a short skirt, and capron stockings. Unbuttoning her vest, the woman pulled up her skirt and began pulling down her stockings along with her panties. She didn't say a word, didn't even check to see if Greg was ready to serve as her toilet. She treated him as if he were an inanimate being. Just an object.
Remembering that Lila was friends with the woman, Greg hastily assumed the same stance he was assuming for Jessica, and he did so in great timing. Jessica's mom stepped with a muddy boot on Greg's thigh, and sat down on his face weightily. His neck immediately became very sore.
Sighing, Jessica's mom put her other leg next to her, and, fidgeting slightly, sat down so that her anus was opposite Greg's mouth. Finally, she relaxed, and focused again on the message she was writing.
Jessica's mom didn't hold herself back at all. She was sitting on Greg's face with all her weight, and didn't even realize that Greg was holding on with his last strength. Only the fear of earning Lila's displeasure allowed Greg to stay put.
- Uh, hello? Yeah, I'm alone, I can talk, - Greg heard Jessica's mom's voice. She said "alone," as if she really didn't recognize Greg as a person.
Greg didn't have time to concentrate on Jessica's mom's conversation, however, because the woman loosened her bowels, and Greg's mouth began to fill rapidly with the disgusting, mushy mass. Crying with hopelessness, Greg tried to knead the incoming shit with his tongue, and swallow larger chunks, but Jessica's mom kept adding more and more, leaving him no chance. Greg's ears were already ringing from the exertion and he was sweating.
Greg barely realized that the deafening weight was gone. His mouth was full of shit when a dirty piece of toilet paper fell on his face. Collapsing exhaustedly to the floor, Greg heard part of Jessica's mom's conversation :
- ...and tell Alice that her toilet seat is sweating fast. I can't say it adds to the comfort of use, - the woman chuckled as she left Greg's apartment.
Greg fought the urge to gag. He had nowhere to spit without creating a mess. Holding his lips with his hands, Greg desperately swallowed the disgusting mass. Tears streamed down his cheeks. It took an interminable amount of time before the disgusting treat was finished. The taste of shit filled Greg's taste buds and the stench of his breath triggered gag reflexes.
Greg was lying on his side, trying to come to terms with his new life, when the door opened and footsteps were heard. He twitched, causing his guest to laugh.
- Relax, it's me, - Jessica said. She walked over to Greg and squatted down and popped something into his mouth. - There's no other trash can on our floor but you, can you believe it? Okay, Mom and I are going to the restaurant. Bye!
Getting up, Jessica left the room, and Greg realized with disgust that this girl had thrown a seed husk into his mouth. She had purposely entered his apartment to use Greg's mouth as a garbage can! Unthinkable humiliation... Quietly spitting out those seeds, Greg hurriedly released his mouth. He tried to imagine if his life could get any worse? And, at that very moment, there was a knock at the door. A young, beautiful brunette with cheerful eyes peeked into the apartment.
- Hey, hello!" she said, embarrassed. - I was told that there is a toilet in this apartment. You're the toilet, aren't you? - Without waiting for an answer, the girl entered the apartment, tapping her heels on the concrete floor. - It's a good thing you were there, because I've had indigestion since this morning. Is it okay if I keep you busy for ten minutes?
Greg groaned exhaustedly....
Chapter 9
An unfamiliar girl was walking toward Greg, her heels tapping on the concrete floor. She looked just perfect: a neat figure, a pink airy dress that hugged her stunning figure. She was a platinum blonde with a Hollywood smile.
Greg was so exhausted, and felt doomed, that he remained sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out. So the girl walked over to him and calmly placed her foot on Greg's knee, shifting her weight onto it. Her heel dug painfully into the flesh, but the girl continued to smile.
- My name is Cynthia, and I recently bought an apartment on the tenth floor. It's such a swanky place, isn't it? - Cynthia asked, carefully removing her dress over her top. Greg looked at the girl in expensive lingerie with a sagging jaw. She looked like a magazine cover model.
- Nice view from the window... - Greg mumbled absently. Cynthia rocked back on her heels, digging her heels even deeper into Greg's flesh. She looked around him, holding her dress in her hands, and noticed a small stone ledge.
- It's a better view from your floor, but... Look, could you put the back of your head on that rock ledge? Or do you have to have your hands on the floor when you're being used?
- N-no, not at all, but- Why? - Greg wondered. He had to wait for Cynthia to get off of him. After that, Greg took the position the girl had requested.
- I would like you to hold my dress and panties while I poop in your mouth. So I don't get my clothes dirty. You don't have the cleanest room here, - she giggled as she handed her dress to Greg.
Now, Greg rested the back of his head against the stone ledge, leaning his back against it. He had to keep his arm outstretched so as not to soil the stranger's clothes. Cynthia, making sure her dress was safe, turned her back to Greg and took a step back. Her heel hit Greg's crotch, nailing the head of his penis to the floor. However, the girl froze in that position and began to slowly pull down her panties. The moment she lifted the other leg, Greg could barely hold back a cry of pain, but Cynthia still released Greg's penis from its captivity.
After getting rid of her clothes, the girl slowly squatted down on Greg's face, and began fidgeting to position her anus against his open mouth. Greg realized the pointlessness of resistance. If even one girl complained about him to the landlord, Greg would lose both his apartment and his money. He had an obligation to be obedient.
Fortunately, the girl was so sexy that touching her ass helped Greg mentally prepare himself for what was to come next. For now, his face was just a seat for the sexy girl, but as soon as she tensed up, a disgusting, extended fart shot into Greg's mouth and the beautiful image dissipated, bringing Greg back to reality.
- Oops, looks like that's last night's Mexican food, - Cynthia giggled. - I went on a date and my boyfriend is particularly fond of Mexican food. I told him it gave me indigestion....
Cynthia's stomach rumbled again, and another load of disgusting farts shot into Greg's mouth. Cynthia, meanwhile, had changed her position to a more comfortable one, placing her legs in Greg's lap. She sat on his face with her full weight, like a regular toilet bowl, and quietly pushed, squeezing the shit out of herself. But Greg had to wait at least three minutes before Cynthia's anus opened. In the same second, Greg's mouth filled with a soft. A mushy mass that tasted disgusting.
Cynthia's shit was so sharp that Greg's eyes were watering. He had no choice but to knead it with his tongue to make it easier to swallow, and he could feel with his tongue small fragments of poorly digested food, like pieces of corn.
- Do you know what I wonder? - Cynthia asked, squeezing another load of disgusting shit into Greg's mouth. He could only mumble in response. His eyes were moist with martyred tears. - Do you enjoy eating Mexican food? I'm sorry to ask you that, it's just that I haven't used people as toilets before..... - Cynthia giggled embarrassedly, pulling her socks up and beginning to twist her heels around Greg's hips. - I'd be comfortable with you enjoying your food. I'm uncomfortable with the thought of you putting up with it for me.
Greg, swallowing the disgusting mass, nearly choked on the putrid shit in his throat. He felt insanely nauseous, but common sense hadn't left his head. He remembered what he was doing this for. He must not get a single complaint. So Greg, careful not to drop Cynthia's dress and panties, gave her a thumbs-up. The girl was incredibly pleased by this, and she even started shitting a little faster, promptly ladling her putrid shit over Greg's teeth and tongue.
- That's great! Now I feel so much better pooping in your mouth. So lucky you decided to buy the apartment next door!
Finally, the girl finished defecating and stood up, calmly wiping her anus with pieces of tissue. She carelessly dropped the pieces of tissue into Greg's mouth. Then, continuing to stand on Greg's legs, digging her heels into his flesh, Cynthia calmly put on her panties, put on her dress, and walked toward the exit. She didn't say goodbye, and Greg didn't understand why. Did she want to come in again, or did she just not feel it necessary to say goodbye to the living toilet?
Left alone, Greg swiftly cleared his mouth, drinking the rest of the water. His breath smelled awful, he felt sick to his stomach, and Greg felt like he was going to need to go to the bathroom soon. He was about to leave the apartment when the front door opened and Alice walked in, accompanied by several workers. Ignoring Greg, Alice was directing the workers who were installing something in the room planned as a restroom. Greg was very nervous, and really wanted to watch, but Alice had other plans for him. She looked unusual - she was wearing tight jeans and massive boots with embossed soles. Greg was surprised because he was used to seeing real estate agents in heeled shoes.
- While the workers are doing repairs, I want to shine my shoes, - Alice said in lieu of a greeting. - I had to walk in the mud. I went to another site to cancel the order. I decided there was no point. I'll make a lot more money by selling your apartment and taking the markup on the standard price for myself. Do you think I did the right thing? - Before Greg could answer, Alice asked impatiently: - Greg, you need to lie down. How else are you going to help me clean my shoes?
- Yes, but... - Greg's attention was occupied by the workers who were installing something that looked like a toilet. - What are they doing?
- Don't worry about that, I'll show you later, - Alice smiled as she watched Greg lie on his back. Just as Greg pressed the back of his head to the floor and turned so his face was looking up, Alice lifted her foot and brought her boot over his face. - See how much dirt is caked into the treads?
- Yeah, but... How can I help you? I don't have a rag...
- Oh, I don't want to bother you, - Alice said. - All I need you to do is make sure there's no dirt left in the treads of my soles. Do we have a deal?
Without waiting for an answer, Alice stomped her foot on Greg's face, nearly knocking him unconscious.
Chapter 10
Alice lifted her foot high and stomped her muddy sole on Greg's face. The ridged sole of her shoe hurt a lot, crushing Greg's lips and nose, leaving clumps of wet mud on his face. Greg tried to keep his eyes open, but he kept squeezing his eyes shut because he was scared. However, he still managed to track the moment when most of the mud was dislodged from the treads, and he mumbled incoherently.
- Is that enough? - Alice asked worriedly, stomping her foot on Greg's face once more.
- Yes...
- Great! Now the second... - Changing her feet, Alice yawned and continued to stomp her shoe forcefully on her client's face. - I'm so glad I won't have to deal with this subject anymore. What luck that you'll only get the cost price of the apartment, right? Can you imagine how much money I'll make from your real estate? - Alice asked proudly, slapping Greg on the nose with her heel. - I'm very lucky. It's a shame that I had to spend so much money to set up your workplace, but I have some ideas how to get that money back.... What is it? - Alice asked impatiently, slapping Greg's face again.
- I think that's it... - Greg muttered. Though his eyes were tightly packed with mud. Fortunately, Alice didn't bother to check.
Greg froze and lay silently, waiting to see what would happen next, but, after a couple minutes, he heard Alice's voice. She had returned to the workers and was directing them, leaving Greg lying there with a dirty face. With difficulty scrubbing away the dirt, Greg tried to clean himself up, but when he was done, the workers had already left.
Where Greg had first used as a toilet, there was now an empty toilet, unplugged. A hole appeared in the wall where plastic sheeting lay. Greg heard the gurgling of water.
- Come over here, I have to go to the bathroom too, - Alice asked, shuffling impatiently from foot to foot. When Greg came over, she pointed to a hole in the wall. - Get in there with your head outside, - she said.
- But... - Greg heard water gurgling inside the hole. - There's a sewage system, so maybe you could install a regular toilet here?
- Why? - Alice wondered, looking at Greg in genuine incomprehension.
- Well... - he was embarrassed. - So you don't have to use me as a toilet.
- But what else do you need you for? Why install a temporary toilet when I can just use you? - Alice smiled. - If you're worried about girls being embarrassed to get naked in front of you, then you don't have to worry, they don't think of you as a man. They don't even think of you as a man. So all the guests will feel comfortable defecating in your mouth.
- But, Alice, what I meant was.
- Greg, get in. You still need to position yourself so that your pelvis is over the hole so you can defecate, - Alice hurried him on. - Don't be shy, make yourself at home. It's still your apartment, after all.
Greg thought Alice said it with a chuckle, but she was just stating a fact. He could see that Alice was getting annoyed, so he decided he wouldn't argue. What was the point? They'd make him serve them as a living toilet anyway.
Greg struggled to place his body in the special hole, and even fumbled with his fingers for a sewer hole. Under Alice's guidance, he wrapped himself on top with plastic sheeting to keep the odor out. Also, with only Greg's chest and head outside, Alice taped the hole and his protruding body to block any possible odor from escaping.
Now, Greg was sticking out of the wall, sealed with plastic sheeting and stringy duct tape. But that was just the beginning. Alice started fiddling with the toilet bowl, and pulled the back of it toward Greg's head. Greg saw a hole in the toilet, just big enough for his head. Alice pushed the toilet forward until Greg's head was inside. His shoulders were resting on the tile, his head secured in a special compartment.
Greg was in the dark because the toilet lid was closed. But Alice first began to attach the duct tape, securing Greg to the toilet bowl. It took her a long time, but as a result of her efforts, Greg was lying comfortably, one might even say comfortably.
Finally opening the lid, Alice looked down at him. Frowning, she took the hose taped to the concrete wall and opened the water, sprinkling Greg with warm water. Under the intense pressure, his skin hurt and he squinted, but Alice wanted to clean his face thoroughly to create a presentable appearance.
The water ran down Greg's face, to the back of his head and neck, and flowed along his body to the basin, and on to the drain hole. Alice carefully made sure that the polyethylene held the water back and nothing spilled past. Only then did she exhale relaxedly and shook off her hands.
- It's a lot of work, isn't it? Do you think I made it comfortable?
Greg listened to the sensations. In fact, he was wrapped in polyethylene. His head was in the toilet bowl, his pelvis was over the sewer hole.
- I think I'm comfortable.
- I'm not talking about you, you fool, - Alice laughed. - I'm asking if I can leave you like this and go about my business. Would it be convenient for the occupants of the house to use you as a toilet?
- I don't know. I've never done that before.
- Okay. If anything, I'll be called, - Alice decided.
Turning her back to Greg, Alice pulled down her jeans and panties and sat on the toilet seat. In this position, her ass hovered over Greg's face and he could clearly see her pussy and anus. Alice's anus opened, and a load of stinging, disgusting diarrhea shot into Greg's face. Moments later, a trickle of rancid urine flowed from her pussy, and Greg barely had time to open his mouth to swallow the vile liquid. Unfortunately, he didn't make it in time, and some of Alice's piss spilled over his lips and chin.
- Did you swallow it all? - Alice asked, not even trying to hold back the flow of urine. She just relaxed her bladder. Greg mumbled in response, swallowing Alice's urine in huge gulps. - Okay, I'll have to see for myself, since you're so clueless.....
Alice writhed for a few more minutes, and Greg greedily swallowed every last drop. He was breathing hard, almost panting, but he felt he had done it. What was his surprise when Alice, standing up from the toilet seat, remained unsatisfied. Pointing to Greg's chin, she said:
- You spilled it! That's not good for anything. I guess I should have placed your head so low for nothing, don't you think?
- I don't know. - Greg almost cried.
- Maybe I should place your face so I can sit on it. Make it easier for me to feel your lips with my pussy when I start pissing down your throat?
- I don't know, Alice! Why are you asking me?
- Because it's still your apartment, Greg, - Alice judged him. - You have to be hospitable and take care of your guests. Women have to be comfortable using you as a toilet or they won't praise me the way I want them to. Do you understand? The better you are at swallowing waste, the better my reputation here will be!
Greg wanted to ask why it mattered to him, but he was afraid Alice would come up with another idiotic answer, or worse, condemn him for not helping her. After all, it was up to Alice, too, to make sure Greg got his money for the property. So Greg suppressed his pride and kept silent. But Alice was still waiting for an answer.
- So, Greg? Shall we hold your head up high?
Greg closed his eyes, trying to visualize his future.
Chapter 11
Greg thought for a long time, trying to figure out which position would be easier for him to fulfill his new role. He had pretty much resigned himself to the fact that he would have to be a living toilet bowl. There was nothing he could do about it. The only thing Greg could still change was exactly how he would absorb the woman's waste.
- I think, uh. If you hold my head up higher, it'll be easier for me, - he finally said.
- To swallow shit straight out of your anus? - Alice asked with casual interest. - Yes, that really should be better. I'll call the builders, maybe they'll be back in time.....
Unfortunately, while Alice was dialing the builders' number, the door to the apartment opened and some friend of hers walked in. From his position, Greg's view was limited and he had to wait for the girl to come closer. He recognized her, Martha. She works as a real estate agent too, and Greg had his choice of who to call. Her, or Alice.
Martha wore a beautiful, tight dress, and brightly colored makeup. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders, and swept up with every movement of the active girl. She held a thermos of coffee in her hand. Looking down, Martha was not at all surprised to see a human head placed in the toilet bowl.
- Oh, is this the guy whose apartment you're taking all the profits from? - she asked lightly.
- Stop being jealous, Martha, - Alice giggled, putting the phone away. - Is it time already? Is the client waiting?
- We have ten more minutes, and I wanted to talk to you alone. To discuss our strategy.
- Of course!
Forgetting Greg's needs, Alice plunged into the conversation. Martha's words about talking alone didn't seem to apply to Greg. He was not considered a human being.
After a couple minutes, however, Martha opened the thermos, took a sip, and squeaked squeamishly.
- Ew, my smoothie's gone sour, - she said in disgust.
Leaning toward Greg, Martha stretched out her lips and began spitting out the disgusting drink. Martha spit in Greg's face, and her saliva got on his eyes, his forehead, his cheeks, and, of course, most of it went into his mouth. The girl was not at all embarrassed by the fact that she was spitting in a man's face. More to the point. Spitting the disgusting saliva, Martha unscrewed the lid from the thermos, and held it up to the toilet seat.
- I don't think we should mention her family, - Martha continued, pouring the sour drink into Greg's mouth. The smoothie did go sour, and Greg felt even more nauseous than the crap he'd tasted before. - A client buys a house for parties, not family gatherings.
- Yeah, you're right, - Alice said thoughtfully. - So we're done? Can we go now?
- Wait, - Martha shook off the rest of the sour smoothie and put the thermos in her purse, rummaging through it.
- Looking for something?
- A bag of garbage. I don't want to look around for another trash can, - Martha explained. Taking out a bag of gnawed peanuts, bits of seeds, and some dust, Martha shook the contents of the bag in Greg's face, not caring if it went in his mouth or not.
- Come on, clean boy. You can clean yourself up at home, - Alice laughed, taking her friend under her arm.
Alice didn't make any remarks to Martha, or even look into the toilet bowl to see Greg's predicament. She simply led Martha away, leaving Greg trying to clean his face. With only the ability to move his face, it was almost impossible to do so.
Greg tried to twist his head, move his lips, but still his face was cluttered with debris. Unfortunately, that was the position Greg found himself in with a new visitor. Or rather, two at once.
Judging by the shuffling of their soles, the girls were wearing sneakers, and their voices sounded young. It was as if Greg had found himself at a university, and two female students were heading toward him.
However, when the girls came into Greg's field of vision, he changed his mind. The girls were clearly athletes, judging by their matching uniforms and athletic bodies. Perhaps they were swimmers? Or volleyball players? Greg was lost in conjecture. He didn't know how he should be polite. Should he say hello? Looking at the two beauties from inside the toilet bowl, Greg burned with shame.
- I can't believe there are only two entrances in this building, - said the petite, red-haired girl, standing next to the toilet bowl without even looking down.
- Only in this section, Alyona, - her friend clarified.
- Are you suggesting we go outside to go to the bathroom? - Alena snorted. - What a stupid thing to say. The organizers, who invited us, said that here is equipped with a great gym. We came to perform, not to run marathons to the toilet!
Annoyed with the clasps, Alena began unbuttoning her clothes. She was wearing a tight jumpsuit, and only now did Greg realize who they were. Cheerleaders! They came here to perform? A whole team of them? Every word the girls said made Greg panic. How many of them are there!?
- It wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the sports supplements we have to take, - another girl sighed. She was chewing gum and watching her friend undress. They probably ended up in the locker room together a lot.
- You're right. I have terrible diarrhea from these food additives, - Alyona said frustratedly. She unbuttoned her suit, and pulled down the bottom of it, exposing a cute ass with snow-white panties. Alyona was about to sit down on the seat, but her friend stopped her.
- Wait, I want to throw out the gum, - the other girl said and leaned over to throw it into Greg's mouth.
- Do you think this guy will chew it? - Alyona laughed.
Only now did Greg recognize that the cheerleaders had noticed him. However, they still hadn't spoken to Greg, ignoring his presence. Alyona, after waiting for the gum to fall into Greg's mouth, sat on the toilet seat, depriving Greg of the light.
- What do I care, let him swallow it, - the girl shrugged. - It's not my problem that he forgot to install a trash can in his apartment.
So they know they've come to his apartment. To use it as a living toilet. And they're still not embarrassed by anything! Greg was once again amazed at how much women regarded him for nothing.
Small rays of light shone into the dark cave Greg found himself in, and Greg could appreciate the beauty of Alyona's ass. However, in that darkness, he could see the sexy cheerleader's anus opening up. A ringing rumble was heard, and Alyona's stinking fart shot out of Greg's face. Her fart was slightly watery, and little drops of diarrhea fell on Greg's face, adding to his disgust at the almost unbearable odor. Just the smell of her farts alone made Greg want to vomit horribly, and the odor was getting stronger by the second. And Greg, realizing the horror that lay ahead, was even glad that the other girl tossed the gum into his mouth, giving him a faint taste of mint.
- You stink, - the second girl laughed, stepping aside.
- I'll look at you, - Alyona snorted. Her voice sounded squeezed, and Greg realized she was tensing up. Unable to stand it, Greg cried out. Alyona's anus, meanwhile, had opened again....
Chapter 12
Greg watched the girl's anus open and braced himself for what was about to happen. He felt like he was near the mouth of an erupting volcano, and reality did not deceive him.
Alena's anus opened wide, and with a mighty fart, a powerful torrent of liquid diarrhea shot into Greg's face. The stinking slurry poured down his nose, over his mouth and into his eyes. The disgusting diarrhea penetrated his nostrils, flowed into his mouth and Greg desperately swallowed every drop. He couldn't bear the thought of being left lying with a soiled face for hours on end.
However, no matter how wide Greg opened his mouth, a huge amount of liquid diarrhea flowed down Greg's face, stained his lips, and covered his eyes. Greg cried with helplessness, but continued to open his mouth stubbornly. He tried to relieve himself by swallowing as much of this cheerleader's diarrhea as he could.
- Oh, my picture got likes, - Alyona said in a bored tone. She was completely unconcerned about the fact that she was making Greg's life a living hell.
- How many likes? - The second girl asked.
Alyona's anus exploded again with a mighty fart, covering Greg's face especially hard with a thick paste.
- Two thousand, can you imagine? I should take more pictures of my ass, - Aliona giggled coquettishly. - All subscribers dream about my ass.
In thought, Greg chuckled sorrowfully. He had gotten so much more than all of the cheerleader girl's subscribers, but the price was too high. Greg wasn't sure if anyone would even accept his role for the sake of admiring Alyona's ass. After all, it couldn't be that a living person would dream of swallowing other people's shit, could it?
Luckily, the ecstasy was over, and Alyona changed her pose slightly. She slid her ass backward, hovering her anus over Greg's eyes, and her pussy was over her mouth. Yawning, Alyona relaxed her bladder, and unleashed a waterfall of disgusting, rancid urine on Greg. Greg's situation was so horrible, however, that he greedily swallowed the cheerleader's urine, trying to get rid of the taste of her diarrhea. Greg was chugging Alyona's urine as if it were the most delicious beverage.
Surely, Alyona would have been at least amused by the way Greg greedily drank her piss. However, Greg was not interested in the girl. It was as if she had forgotten he existed.
The stream of urine dried up and Greg greedily licked the last drops off her lips. There was a rustle of toilet paper, and Alyona's hand slipped into the toilet bowl. She carefully wiped her anus and ass from the slightest sign of the nasty slop, and the soiled toilet paper also fell on Greg's face.
Her friend, meanwhile, had already approached Alyona. She approached the moment Alyona reached back with her hand, and immediately reacted to her action.
- Wait, don't flush!
- What's wrong with you, Sasha? - Alyona laughed. - Do you want to smell that odor?
- I care about the ecology, - the girl informed resentfully. - Do you know that every time you press the flush, you deprive the soil of necessary water?
Greg, hearing the girl's words, was amazed at two things. First, Sasha was talking nonsense about ecology. Secondly... Is there a flush? Then why did Alice put Greg in here?!? She could have installed a normal toilet!
- I'm so sick of you and your environmentalism, - Alyona grumbled irritably, getting up from the toilet seat and pulling the overalls over her sexy ass. - Smell my shit if you like it so much.
- I don't want an ecological disaster! - Sasha indignantly followed her departing friend.
- Yes, yes, tell me. I'll wait for you outside.
Alyona left, and now Sasha stood over Greg. She was bigger than Alice. Tall, with powerful, sexy hips and strong arms. She was the kind of girl who stood at the bottom of the "cheerleading pyramid." However, her muscles weren't imposing like those of bodybuilders. The strength only added to Sasha's piquant sexiness.
Sasha fiddled with taking off her costume for a long time. In fact, she gave Greg a personal striptease, but Greg wasn't happy about it. The longer Sasha fiddled with her clothes, the longer Greg would have to feel Alyona's horrible diarrhea on his face. He was already anticipating the possibility of swallowing toilet water to get rid of the nasty taste of diarrhea. It was terribly humiliating, but Greg needed that water!
Finally, Sasha took off her costume and sat her muscular ass on the toilet. Unlike her friend, Sasha's ass was tight against the seat, and Greg found himself in total darkness. So the mighty fart came as a complete surprise to him.
Sasha's fart was so powerful that Greg felt it like a gust of wind hitting his face. And, this time, Sasha didn't keep Greg waiting long. Following the stinking fart, hard logs of poop fell from her anus, with a nasty sound of slimy shit.
Coming out of her anus, the poop curled up into a bagel and slid over Greg's lips, settling in masses on his face, falling on clumps of dirty toilet paper. Greg had to desperately twist his head and work his lips to grab the pieces of shit. Fighting nausea, he sucked up Sasha's shit, along with the toilet paper, ground it up with his teeth and swallowed it as fast as he could to free his mouth for the next batch.
Sasha, meanwhile, continued to shit quietly and, occasionally, her bowels would spew out a disgusting fart. It was much worse than in Alyona's case, because Sasha's ass was tightly pressed against the seat, and the disgusting stench had nowhere to go. There was no air circulating under Sasha's ass, and with each passing second, Greg was choking more and more on the nasty gas.
When the last poop came out of Sasha's anus, she immediately relaxed her bladder, and Greg didn't have time to suck the piece of shit into his mouth. The strong pressure of Sasha's pee made her shit watery, and most of the last of the poop spread out in a liquid swamp over Greg's face, making his situation many times worse. Greg cried even more bitterly.
Finished peeing on Greg's face, Sasha pulled out a roll of toilet paper, and carefully wiped her pussy and anus. She acted very slowly and carefully because she was saving every scrap of toilet paper. This must have been Sasha's way of taking care of the trees. Greg became hysterical.
When Sasha got up, Greg was breathing noisily through his nostrils, inhaling more or less fresh air. He looked pleadingly at Sasha, who stood over him, naked to the waist, and was in no hurry to press the flush button.
- Shut your mouth please, - Sasha asked, looking Greg straight in the eye.
- Mmm!? - Greg mumbled indignantly.
- Don't keep me waiting, we have a performance coming up, - Sasha said irritably. - Put your lips together so I can wash my shit off. If you keep your mouth open, I'll have to waste too much water, you know?
Greg felt so bad he couldn't resist anymore. He closed his lips, about to ask Sasha to press the flush button again so he could rinse his mouth out. However, even that stream of water was a real blessing for Greg. The piss, shit, and toilet paper traveled down his body to the hole under Greg's ass.
The water was washing over his face, washing over his body. Greg would have been happy if it weren't for the shit-filled mouth.
However, when the stream of water ran dry and Greg opened his mouth, Sasha had already finished getting dressed. She was about to turn to leave, and Greg pleaded:
- Please hit the flush again!
- Why? - Sasha wondered. - I've already flushed the shit out, there's nothing left.
- But I need to! I need a drink!
- Do you need it? - Sasha frowned. - For what? What's the problem with just swallowing whatever's in your mouth? You want to deprive the trees of the water they need?
- Please... - cried Greg. He didn't have the energy to come up with an argument, he was just begging her for mercy.
- I'd press flush again if you had a system that saves water. Think about that next time, it is your apartment after all. Get the right flush system, okay?
Waving goodbye, Sasha walked out of Greg's apartment, leaving him to "savor" the taste of the two girls' shit.
Greg was afraid to imagine how long he would have to wait for Alice. He was ready to scream to call for her help, but he was sure Alice wouldn't hear. Greg even hoped that some other cheerleader girl would stop by who would flush normally, allowing him to drink toilet water. However, it was as if Greg had been forgotten about.
Mentally keeping track of time, Greg hoped that the cheerleader girls' performance would be over soon. However, one of them did show up in the room, much earlier than expected.
A black-haired, skinny brunette entered the room and headed straight for the restroom. Her footsteps were as quiet as her friends, and her overalls were the same. The brunette looked into the toilet bowl and squeaked squeamishly.
- God, I can't do that... Doesn't the flush work here? - sighing, the stranger said: - I guess I'll have to go down to the other toilet, on the second floor...
She was on her way out, and Greg cried out in panic:
- No, wait! The flush is working!
- Yes? - the brunette frowned, pressed the button, and cold water poured into Greg's mouth.
Greg cried with happiness as he gulped down the cold water. Finally, relief! He was ready to kiss this girl's feet because she pressed the flush button two more times. It had been a long time since Greg had felt his mouth so clean. However, when Greg realized what the brunette needed a clean toilet bowl for, he almost screamed in horror. No, not that!
Chapter 13
The brunette was leisurely kneeling down, near the toilet bowl where Greg was walled in, and carefully tending to her hair. Tucking the long locks behind her shoulder, she leaned down, peering into the bowl of the toilet bowl, actually looking Greg straight in the eye.
Guessing exactly what the brunette wanted to do, Greg swallowed his saliva and tried to talk her out of it:
- My restroom isn't the most comfortable. If you're feeling sick, maybe it would be better to use the restroom on the second floor? - In a trembling voice, he asked.
- Oh, thank you for your concern! - The girl smiled gratefully, continuing to take a comfortable pose. - But I was only confused about the cleanliness of the toilet.
- I haven't cleaned it in a long time...
- Don't worry, the flush did a good job. Your breath doesn't even smell like waste, - the brunette praised, giving Greg a radiant smile.
She struck an appropriate pose and leaned on her elbows. Her lush breasts also rested on the toilet seat, giving Greg a seductive view. The girl's collar was undone, exposing her long neck, but she unbuttoned it even more.
- It's to avoid getting dirty, - she explained eagerly. - I'm so squeamish. My teammates even call me 'Lucy the naked girl,' - the brunette laughed.
- So you have stomach problems, Lucy? - Greg asked cautiously. He wanted to hint that she should see a doctor, but Lucy surprised him.
- No, physiologically I'm fine. It's my psyche... - she sighed. - It's called bulimia. I think I'm terribly fat, and I have to vomit after every meal. It's so gross.
- О... I sympathize, - Greg said, still cautiously.
Actually, there was no sympathy in him. He'd have to put up with the girl vomiting for a made up reason, and it pissed him off, but Greg stayed locked in the bathroom. He doesn't get the chance to fight with his 'guests'. Fortunately, the brunette turned out to be grateful.
- You know, I'm not going to admit to anyone that I'm bulimic," she said suddenly. - I even went up to your floor on purpose so my friends wouldn't hear me throwing up. But it was so easy for me to admit it to you! Do you think it's because you'll eat my vomit? - The brunette asked with interest.
In the same second, she clenched with a gagging spasm and opened her mouth, but other than the disgusting odor and a few spits, Greg got nothing. Greg's lower lip trembled in disgust, but he made an effort to respond anyway:
- I think it's because you're ready to go to a psychologist with your problem.
- Oh, what psychologist... - Lucy was squeamish. - They charge a lot of money, and talk about all sorts of nonsense..... I got a lot more use out of coming to see you. I'm very pleased that you don't think I'm weird or spoiled. I'm sure when I see you chewing my vomit, I'll feel even better. You can chew my vomit instead of just swallowing it, right? For me? Please!
Lucy was a beautiful girl, and if she had asked for anything else, Greg would have agreed without a second thought, but her request was almost out of bounds. However, Greg thought of the consequences. Sasha had left him with shit in his mouth, and Lucy, if Greg pissed her off, could do the same with her vomit. Greg preferred to play along with her rather than suffer for hours.
- Of course I can. I'd be happy to help you, - Greg replied with a strained smile.
Lucy smiled again, about to say something, but at the same second a new spasm made her crouch. The girl opened her mouth again, spewing a disgusting odor into Greg's face, and started making vile noises. Greg felt sick just from those sounds, but then....
A maddening torrent of white mush burst from her esophagus so suddenly, raining down on Greg's face, that he almost screamed in horror. Lucy's white vomit flooded Greg's eyes and nose, pouring into his mouth. Warm with bits of poorly digested food, the mush was many times worse than shit, but Greg was true to his word.
Fighting disgust, Greg kept his mouth closed to take in more of Lucy's vomit, and when she spewed out the contents of her stomach and just started spitting in Greg's face, Greg began to mime chewing her vomit. He was really doing it!
Lucy, spitting in Greg's face time after time, watched him closely, and Greg had to chew the vomit for almost a minute, but he earned a grateful smile from Lucy.
- It really is better than seeing a counselor, - she admitted. - When I watch you chewing my vomit with pleasure, I don't think I'm bad or spoiled anymore. I'm a normal and ordinary girl. You've done so much for me, toilet!
Lucy smiled, but Greg froze. Did she really call him a "toilet bowl"! Meanwhile, Lucy finished spitting, and started wiping her mouth with napkins. The dirty wipes she threw at Greg's face. Only when her mouth was more or less clean did she say:
- Now, I can spend the rest of the day without thinking about my problems. You've been a great help to me, toilet, thank you!
- Contact.
Greg waited... Waiting for Lucy to press the flush button. His face was completely buried under the wet wipes stained with vomit, and he couldn't see what was going on in the room. But it was suspiciously quiet.
It wasn't until a minute later that Greg realized that Lucy had quietly left, forgetting to wash away the disgusting vomit. And that's when Greg cried exhaustedly. His tears mixed with the vomit, flowing into his mouth. He tried to blow on the tissues to blow them off his face, but they were already stuck tightly to his skin and wouldn't budge.
Greg was insanely happy when he heard new footsteps. He wanted to ask a new guest to use the flush, but that guest turned out to be Lila, the owner of the entire building.
Lila was on the phone and Greg realized that it was useless to ask her to use the flush, it would only anger the woman on whom his future depended.
Greg heard the rustle of clothes, then the seat squeaked as Lila sat down on the toilet. Her hot urine poured directly onto the toilet paper, staining Greg's face. A ringing fart was heard, and something landed on the bridge of Greg's nose. The disgusting smell of shit gave him a clue as to what it really was.
Lila was defecating, shitting right on the toilet paper that covered Greg's face, and doing it as nonchalantly as if she didn't know Greg was here. He had swallowed this woman's urine, and her rancid piss had at least helped him a little to get rid of the nasty taste.
Unfortunately, she didn't use the flush either.
But as Lila walked away, closing the toilet lid and the smell of vomit, piss, and shit multiplied. Greg heard her phrase:
- ...it's clogged, so I'll call the cleaner. I can't believe it turned out to be so stupid, and clogged on the first day of installation! Such terrible quality... - Lila clucked unhappily.
Greg didn't care about her insults. All that mattered to him was that Lila had called the cleaner. Finally, this hell would be over.
He waited nearly ten minutes before he heard the clomping of heels. And, following the stranger's footsteps, Greg heard Spanish speech. The girl who spoke was clearly the cleaning lady, and Greg ventured to shout out:
- Please press the flush button!
- I don't speak English, - the girl replied.
Greg heard the clatter of a bucket of water. He heard the stranger wet the mop and start scrubbing the floor. Does she even know why she was called? Hopelessly, Greg cried again.
Chapter 14
Covered in toilet paper, soiled in urine, vomit and shit, Greg couldn't just wait for the female janitor to get to him and at least push the damn flush button! He remembered all the words in Spanish, shouted them out, but the cleaning lady responded with a memorized phrase:
- I don't speak English.
She said it grumpily, and Greg imagined a fat and lazy cleaning lady fiddling with a mop over his head. He was so angry he was about to shout insults in Spanish, but suddenly something happened that he hadn't expected at all.
A waterfall fell on his face! The water poured over Greg's face with such force that he almost choked, desperately swallowing the liquid, trying to fight for his life. However, despite Greg's attempts, there was so much water that even after swallowing the liquid, he still nearly choked.
But the flow of water ran out, and Greg felt the taste of sand on his teeth. And that's when it hit him... That cleaning lady had poured dirty water on him, where she had washed the mop she used to mop the floor with!? This was already a whole new level of humiliation, Greg was swallowing dirt from his apartment!
However, the cleaning lady lazily pressed the flush button, and the clean water helped the woman's waste, toilet paper, and leftover dirt run down Greg's face, down his body, to the sewer hole. And that's when he saw her.
The woman was incredibly beautiful, like a heroine from a Mexican soap opera. Fine hair, swarthy face and full lips, but utter indifference to the suffering man she'd nearly drowned.
- Please, could you be more careful?
- I don't speak English, - the cleaning lady indifferently informed him, about to go back to cleaning, but Greg pleaded:
- Lots of water! Gasp! Pour it in the wrong place!
Greg's primitive cries found understanding in the cleaning lady's eyes, and she leaned toward him as if trying to find something. Greg saw the nametag on her chest, and her name. Maria.
Maria was wearing rubber gloves, so she didn't hesitate to put her palm on Greg's face, and grope the flush where the dirty water had leaked out. With a disgruntled hum, she stood up:
- He's working.
- Yeah, but I almost choked! Pour it somewhere else! Don't pour it on me!
- I'm pouring water down the toilet, - Maria replied insistently, and returned to her duties. Greg groaned.
Listening to Maria mop the dirty floor, he waited for another batch, and Maria didn't keep Greg waiting long. She picked up the bucket, and tipped it over Greg. The water, black with mud, poured over his face....
Greg pressed his lips together to avoid swallowing the dirty water, but because of this, the stream of water began to splash and got on Maria's sweater, causing her to be displeased. Holding up the bucket, Maria freed her hand and leaned toward Greg, roughly shoving her fingers into his mouth.
- Open it.
- Mm! - Greg mumbled negatively, terribly pissed off.
Maria muttered something in Spanish. She was probably cursing the broken toilet. Greg had hoped that his resistance would be enough for the cleaning lady to find another place for the dirty water, but he had underestimated her.
Maria left Greg's apartment and returned with some kind of rubber thing in her hand. Upon closer examination, it turned out to be a rubber ring! Greg wanted to yell at her, but Maria took advantage of him opening his mouth.
Humming some unfamiliar tune, she sighed boredly and forcefully opened Greg's mouth and inserted the rubber ring under his teeth, preventing his jaw from closing. Greg immediately tried to scream, but Maria had already returned to the bucket, and a stream of dirty water poured down his throat ...
Maria emptied the bucket of dirty water twice more, but she did not pay attention to Greg anymore. Greg was afraid to make a sound, because it made his throat feel very scratchy, he started coughing, and Greg was afraid that he would suffocate. He doubted anyone would save him from death.
However, when Maria, after pouring out another bucket of dirty water, headed for the exit, Greg rejoiced, but he didn't realize it was too early for him to rejoice. Because soon Maria was back.
When the Spanish cleaning lady started pouring dirty water into Greg's mouth and face again, he realized. She's going to mop the floor of the entire floor, and all that dirt is going to get into Greg's mouth....
It was the worst thing he'd experienced in a while. Greg was even glad when Maria wanted to go to the bathroom and she bare her sexy ass and just sat down on the toilet, letting a tight stream of urine into Greg's mouth. What was a measly stream of urine to him now, after a whole waterfall of dirty water? Greg swallowed Maria's urine with ease.
In an hour, Greg had drunk too much, he felt sick. He relieved himself as needed, but his stomach still rebelled against such force-feeding. The month that Lila and Alice had mapped out for him now seemed like an impossible time frame. He would die much sooner.
To Greg's amazement, however, Alice returned toward evening. Greg almost cried when he saw the familiar face. He mooed furiously, trying to utter a single meaningful word, but the ring in his mouth only made Alice laugh.
- God, Greg, what is that stupid thing? Why did you put it in your mouth? I should take it out... - Alice walked thoughtfully over to Greg and lifted her foot, and Greg could see her boots were covered in an even layer of street dirt. Not caring much about the cleanliness of the toilet, Alice slid the sole of her boot over Greg's nose and shoved her heel into his mouth, trying to hook the ring. Unable to keep her balance, Alice accidentally pushed that foot down, painfully pressing the sharp heel against Greg's gum, and he squealed, making Alice laugh. - Stop fidgeting, this is hard enough as it is! - she said cheerfully.
Alice shuffled her heel against Greg's gum twice more, but she still managed to get the ring out of Greg's mouth, and she tossed it aside. Then, examining herself, she said squeamishly:
- You made me soil my boots against your mouth, so I'm going to put the cost of them down as a loan to you, okay? You'll pay when you get your share of the rent money.
Greg was too exhausted to argue. He only uttered:
- Okay...
- So why did you put that ring in your mouth? What was that stupid idea?
And then Greg couldn't help himself. He began to complain to Alice about his life, to tell her what he'd been through, but as he listened, Alice untied the strap on her coat. When Greg got to the most tragic part of the story, where Mary gave him dirty water, Alice interrupted Greg by sitting on the toilet, covering his view with her ass.
- Very interesting. You'll continue when I'm done, okay? - Without waiting for a response, Alice relaxed her bowels and a stinky fart hit his nostrils.
Greg had no choice. He obediently kept his mouth open while Alice defecated quietly. Tight chunks of shit came out of her anus, and Greg had to grind them up with his tongue and teeth to swallow them. He was afraid that if he didn't do a good job, Alice would put the ring back in place.
When Alice finished defecating and wiped herself with toilet paper, she hit the flush button and let Greg drink her shit. But as the flow of water dried up, and as Greg was about to continue complaining, he noticed Alice put the phone to her ear.
- Yes, you can come over, - she informed someone, and tucked the phone away in her purse. Smiling again at Greg, Alice said: - I've got a better place for you, Greg. You'll like it. I'm a real estate agent after all, right?
- Who did you call? What's going on? - He panicked. - You're letting me go?
- Don't be so nervous! - Alice laughed when she saw Greg's panic. - You'll see for yourself. The installers are on their way.
- What installers, Alice? - He shouted back at her, but she didn't listen. - ALICE!
Chapter 15
When the workers came in, Greg had to shut up. He was already embarrassed and humiliated. He didn't need any more humiliation. Fortunately, the workers did their job quickly and efficiently, helping Greg out of the trap Alice had trapped him in, and then escorting him to some sort of closet-like room.
Greg had to climb down stone steps, and he stumbled twice, almost falling to the dusty floor. The door was not closed behind him, leaving a bright streak of light, and Greg looked around, fighting the urge to flee.
The new room was cramped. There wasn't as much dust here as he'd first thought, but the interior wasn't typical for a storage room:
There were boxes of envelopes of some sort in the corner, and a few bottles of water standing nearby. There was a ladder near one of the walls, but it rested against the ceiling. Only a narrow gap in the wall, near the ceiling, hinted that the ladder could actually be used. But for what purpose?
There was a clack of heels, and Alice came into the room. Her smile brightened as her gaze wandered around the room.
- Even better than I thought. That's great Greg! Do you like it? - Alice cautiously entered the room, walking regally down the stone steps.
- What is this place, Alice? - Greg asked excitedly, reflexively covering his groin. He was still completely naked. Alice paid no attention to his cock as if it were just a piece of skin, but Greg still couldn't get used to it.
- It's a temporary room, - she waved it off nonchalantly. - More importantly, there's a room above you where the guest restroom will be, for visitors to the building.
- But... What about my apartment?
- That's why I brought you here! - Alice laughed. - How am I going to sell an apartment that houses a public restroom? Have you thought about me, Greg? - Alice, still smiling, shook her head unhappily. - It's easy for you to just lie there and swallow other people's shit, but I have to run around like hell to sell this property for more money!
- But if… If I'm only getting the cost price of the apartment anyway, isn't that all... - Alice wouldn't listen to Greg, pushing him toward the boxes. Unfortunately, Greg's legs were so weak that he lost his footing and fell, hitting his face on the dusty boxes.
- Yes, take a closer look at them, - Alice asked. She stepped closer and put her foot on a box, but her heel ran across the skin of Greg's face, nearly robbing him of his sight. At the end of that movement, the tip of Alice's heel brushed against Greg's nose, but the girl remained standing in that position, and even leaned forward, resting her hands on her knee. - I need you to gather the envelopes from this stack.
- What envelopes? - Greg muttered from under Alice's leg.
- I want to send them out to potential customers, and customizing envelopes like this... - Alice grimaced. - Printing services are too expensive. I don't see the point in overpaying if I can use you when you're not busy. The neighboring boxes, - Alice took her foot off Greg's nose and poked two more boxes with her shoe, - are also envelopes, but for other projects. So don't feel bad, you'll have plenty to do. You won't be bored! - Alice announced with a tired sigh. - That's it, I'm tired. It's time to go home and rest from this hard day. I've had so many meetings... Get on Greg, I have to check if the height is high enough.
- What height...? - Greg barely whispered with whitened lips. The way Alice was using him was frightening Greg more and more. Does this girl even have any boundaries!?
However, Greg was too ill-advised to fight back against Alice. He decided to agree to any terms, just to make it through the night. It would give him time to think about how to get out of here.
So he climbed the ladder, resting his head on the ceiling, and, urged on by Alice, climbed through the narrow gap. Following Alice's advice, Greg lay with his back on the last step, and pushed his body through the gap, climbing further and further into the wall.
Greg's arms were pinned to his torso, but Alice was telling him that he had to find two levers. The lever under his left arm lowered a special device that locked Greg's body, from his knees to his chest. As Alice explained, this was necessary so that Greg could defecate in peace without fear of ruining the mood of the visitors.
- I'd definitely leave a complaint if I had to defecate into the mouth of a man who didn't know how to watch his body, - Alice snorted. Her voice sounded like she was talking about obvious things.
A lever under his right arm activated the flush system. The system seemed complicated to Greg, and he decided he would try it out later. He crawled to the hole in the ceiling intended for his head. Greg easily poked his face through, and saw a clean, well-maintained toilet that no doubt no one had used yet.
To complete the "installation," Alice left the tiny room, and, after a minute, walked into the new toilet, meticulously examining Greg's face sticking out of the toilet. She walked over and pulled some kind of lever, and Greg's neck was hugged by silicone cushions, securing him in one position. Glancing down, Greg could see that his face was just below the level of the seat, and that pleased him. At least he wouldn't be forced to wallow in other people's waste.
- Seems okay, - Alice hummed thoughtfully. - So...
She turned her back and sat down roughly on Greg's face, scratching his face with the button of her jeans. It was as if Alice was fidgeting her ass on purpose, as if she was trying to do more damage to Greg, but thankfully she was satisfied and climbed off Greg's face.
- Also. You don't have to spend all your time here. There's a bell in your room. You have to get in here when it rings. The rest of the time, you can do chores that I don't want to pay money for, - Alice explained calmly. - Perhaps I could offer your services to the other tenants.....
As if remembering something, Alice turned to Greg and stared at him thoughtfully. Greg decided that this was the best moment to explain himself to her.
- Look, Alice, I appreciate everything you're doing for me, but I'd like to spend some time away from here, because I'm afraid that...
Alice's face contorted, and at the moment of Greg's revelation, she sneezed violently, covering his face with sticky snot. Most of Alice's snot went into Greg's mouth, and he swallowed the disgusting sticky nasty stuff. But Alice was not satisfied:
- Didn't you see me sneeze? Why didn't you open your mouth wider?
- But I told you that-
- Anyway, - Alice ignored Greg again. - You probably wanted to try the flush, didn't you? There's a manual override.
- Alice, please listen to me, and-
Alice just pressed a button and the toilet lid covered Greg's face. That lid was more like a hat on the inside, and from inside that hat jets of water poured out. It was so painful! The strong jets of water poured down Greg's face, hurting his skin, and the water ran down his neck to somewhere below his head. After a few seconds of torture, the lid opened and Greg saw Alice's smile again.
- Great, no sign of her. Okay, Greg, it's time for you to get to work. I want those envelopes by morning, okay? - Pressing another button, Alice activated the mechanism and the silicone pads around Greg's neck loosened. - Do at least half of them. You want me to get a good commission on your apartment, right?
Greg didn't have time to answer her. Alice just turned and walked away. Greg had no choice but to crawl out of the toilet and back into the dark room.
There was a tiny ceiling lamp here, and by that light, Greg was able to get started. He couldn't explain to himself why he was following Alice's orders. However, he wanted to do something important for her so he could use it for "bargaining" in the morning when Alice returned.
Greg listened to the silence with dread, afraid to hear the signal. The chore had calmed him down a bit, and even his muscles had regained strength. However, just as Greg decided to get some rest and was about to fall asleep, the bell rang, making him flinch.
The loud signal filled the room as if Greg was inside a bell. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to ignore the sound. He would just go crazy!
To get rid of the bell as quickly as possible, Greg reached into the special slot again, deftly pushing himself through to the side of the toilet bowl. However, as he began to poke his head through the slot, he noticed that the plate under the back of his head was higher than last time.
Standing over Greg was Jessica, and she was grudgingly, biting her lip with impatience. Without waiting for Greg to settle himself properly, Jessica started yanking the levers again, and the dreaded thing happened.
The level of the toilet bowl dropped even further.
Now, the toilet seat was at the level of Greg's earlobes, but the silicone lining had already locked his neck tightly in place. Now, even if he wanted to, Greg wouldn't be able to get out of here without help.
- This thing takes so long to work! - Jessica moaned as she waited for Greg's head to lock into place. Abruptly she pulled down her leggings and panties and turned her back to Greg.
Greg saw her sexy buttocks sinking down to his face and realized that the toilet seat was not going to help him in any way. It looked like Jessica was going to sit on it with all her weight!
Chapter 16
As Jessica's soft buttocks sank down onto Greg's face, he fully realized his precarious position. Jessica was gradually relaxing, shifting her weight to her butt, and she was pressing almost all of her weight into Greg's face!
Of course, realizing his position, Greg thoughtfully opened his mouth. He already remembered what it felt like to be shit on, with no way to clean himself up, so he preferred to choose the lesser of evils. But even as Jessica slid her ass forward, positioning her anus over his face, he was still constantly hard. And after all, she's a petite girl, and weighs almost nothing!
A sharp explosion of farts exploded in Greg's mouth, nearly choking him with the disgusting stench. Seconds later, putrid diarrhea poured from the beautiful Jessica's well-groomed anus, shooting in small portions straight down Greg's throat.
Jessica defecated so fast that each "shot" of her diarrhea caused Greg real pain, but he continued his desperate attempts to swallow in time to keep his mouth from overflowing.
- What a long time I've had to put up with this, ugh.... - Jessica sighed heavily.
After getting rid of the first load of shit, she relaxed and stretched out her legs, squeezing Greg's face with even more weight. Shooting two more shots down Greg's throat, Jessica explained:
- I'm here with my girlfriends, they want to buy the apartment on the other floor too. They're so clean and neat, I couldn't poop loudly knowing they'd hear? What would they think of me? - Jessica snorted. - That's why I purposely put up with it, so I could stop by for a visit. How convenient that they installed a second restroom on this floor!
Jessica didn't bother to explain who "they" were. All that mattered to her was the fact that there was an extra toilet. As she continued to defecate, clogging Greg's throat with her disgusting diarrhea, she talked a little about her friends. Jessica talked a lot, but she never once thanked Greg for showing up more or less in time to let her use her mouth.
Having finished defecating, Jessica was in no hurry to leave. She stood up to thoroughly wipe her anus, but thankfully threw the toilet paper into the basket next to the toilet. However, turning around and making sure Greg's face wasn't stained with her disgusting feces, Jessica said:
- It's so quiet and cozy in here! I think I'll sit with you for a while. You must be really bored, right? - Jessica said this and sat on Greg's face with her whole weight and put her foot on his leg.
As she continued to torture Greg's face, Jessica rocked from one buttock to the other, causing Greg's jaw to hurt. He thought Jessica would at least entertain him with another story, but she was engrossed in texting, and barely paid attention to the suffering face beneath her ass.
It wasn't until there was a persistent knock that Jessica sighed irritably, got up off Greg's face, and silently left without even saying goodbye to him. Immediately, without giving Greg a moment's rest, a woman in her forties, unfamiliar to him, entered the room. Stately, obviously wealthy, and arrogant.
For a moment, their gazes crossed, but the woman looked through Greg as if she didn't see him.
She wore a long coat, and beneath it was a knee-length skirt and blouse. After hanging the coat on a convenient hook, the woman leisurely unbuttoned her skirt, pulled down her panties from her beautiful, athletic ass, and sat on Greg's face. He was so embarrassed to be talking to such a woman that he silently opened his mouth, preparing to take another load of disgusting waste.
Unfortunately, the strange woman had a different plan. She, like Jessica, fidgeted for a long time to get into a comfortable position. Eventually, the woman sat so that her shaved pussy was near Greg's upper lip but partially crawling over his nose.
Greg thought she wanted to "play" with his nose, but the woman waited a few seconds, and relaxed her bladder. She just started urinating, not caring where her urine was going!
Fortunately, most of the woman's urine still flowed into Greg's mouth, but a rather heavy trickle ran down his lip, and spilled down his nostrils into his windpipe. This instantly caused Greg to panic, and he snorted and noisily squelched his nose, trying to draw the liquid from his nose into his throat, but the woman didn't even try to slow down the stream. She simply urinated into Greg's mouth and nostrils, for to her he was just a regular toilet.
The humiliating, and even painful, execution was dragging on. The woman kept urinating as if she had just drunk several liters of liquid. But thankfully, the flow of her piss dried up, and she pressed her buttock against Greg's nose, lifted herself off his face and wiped her pussy thoroughly, tossing the toilet paper into the bucket.
With a disapproving hum, the woman stepped aside and Greg heard her scribbling with a pen.
- The toilet is noisy... - the woman mumbled quietly as she signed off, - It's leaking...
After leaving the signature, the woman exited the restroom, and Greg finally let himself go, trying to clear his nose. And, the moment Greg thought about the water, he remembered the special flushing system. He didn't want to endure the extra pain, but trying to get rid of the silicone lining around his throat was not working.
The toilet lid came down over Greg's face and hit him with strong jets of water. Enduring the pain, Greg even managed to swallow some water, clearing his mouth of the remnants of Jessica's diarrhea.
When the toilet lid returned to its place, Greg found himself in silence, and went back to trying to free himself. Jessica's pulling of the levers had disturbed something in the mechanism, and now, Greg couldn't get his throat free. He tried pulling the levers too, but only caused a second round of "water jets".
After half an hour of trying in complete silence, Greg began to panic. Was he really stuck here? How long would he have to wait for Alice? He was counting on her to help him free himself. If only so Greg could get back to work. But by the looks of it, it was nighttime. Greg might be all alone in the entire building!
However, Greg realized his mistake when he heard footsteps. He didn't know who was coming toward him. A security guard? A laborer? A janitor? A JANITOR?
Greg was not mistaken. Maria appeared on the doorstep, and after glancing boredly at Greg, she locked the door behind her.
- Please. Free my neck! Freedom to give me! - Greg tried to explain to her, once again going over all the words in Spanish he knew.
- Don't speak English, - Maria only said as she approached Greg.
Thankfully, she didn't have buckets of dirty water with her. It looked like the woman just needed to relieve herself and had come to use the toilet for its intended purpose. But Maria was in no hurry to undress.
Putting on a rubber glove, without a shadow of squeamishness, she stuck her hand into the bucket of toilet paper, and lifted the pile over Greg's face.
- No, please!!! Ple....
Greg even started to scream, but Maria had already shoved the soiled toilet paper into his mouth. Roughly pushing it in with her fingers, Maria almost shoved the urine wet toilet paper down Greg's throat. He mooed incoherently but couldn't resist. He couldn't even bite the woman!
Greg hoped that when Maria left, he would be able to spit out the toilet paper. However, just as Maria put her hand out of his mouth, a knock on the door was heard. Maria was not surprised, and went to the door, opening the lock.
More voices were heard, also in Spanish, and Greg saw two women enter the room. The Spanish-speaking young beauties were talking loudly to Maria, and she was reciprocating by telling them something. Then, after a question from a coworker, she waved nonchalantly toward Greg.
The searing brunette with dark skin walked over to Patrick and watched him for a couple of seconds as he tried to spit out the dirty toilet paper. However, without any pity, the girl lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and pulled the string, pulling the dirty, bloody tampon out of her pussy.
In the same careless motion, the cleaning lady tossed the tampon into Greg's mouth and began to turn her back. Does she expect him to swallow it all!? Is she going to... No, please! He can't take it!
Chapter 17
When the unfamiliar cleaner pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties, she sat on Greg's face, her soft buttocks pressing against his nose, his brow. The worst part, however, was Greg's lips. All the garbage that had been in Greg's mouth was pressed under the weight of a strange woman completely unconcerned that she might kill a man. Make Greg choke on all kinds of garbage. Right now, there was only one thing bothering this woman.
She needed to relieve herself.
The woman fidgeted on Greg's face for only a few seconds, and when she felt his lips on her anus, she let her bowels relax. With a disgusting burning fart, a stinking mess of diarrhea spewed out of the cleaning woman's anus, staining the toilet paper, making it wet, pushing it down the panicked Greg's throat.
Her disgusting, bloody tampon ended up somewhere behind Greg's cheek, and didn't stop the soft, mushy mixture from pouring into Greg's mouth. Of course, he was desperate to swallow the slop, because he had no choice. Greg was fighting for his life.
This torture didn't last long at all, and the cleaning woman wiped her ass and added another portion to the filthy garbage in Greg's mouth - a scrap of toilet paper.
The moment the woman got up out of Greg's face, he saw the other cleaners busily cleaning up, tidying the place up. Thankfully, none of them moved toward Greg. Only the stranger who had fed him her shit pressed the flush button, covering Greg's head with the toilet lid.
The powerful jets were sheer bliss. Greg opened his mouth wide and the tight jets of water washed the excess garbage out of his mouth. However, he still managed to swallow a rather large portion. Greg could feel the wild mixture of vile feces, and menstrual blood in his throat. His taste buds were going crazy, he just didn't see how he could digest it all.
At the same time, powerful jets of water washed the rest of the garbage and shit down his body, towards the sewer, cleaning Greg and preparing him for the next user.
By the time the torture was over, the room was empty. The cleaners continued to go about their work, tidying up the house, but now, Greg didn't feel safe. He waited for them to fill their buckets with dirty water and return to give him a drink of the filth.
Fortunately, hearing footsteps, Greg clearly noted that the guest was wearing heels. So it was someone from the property owners.
From his position, Greg couldn't get an accurate look at the stranger, but he could swear he was seeing her for the first time in his life. The woman had taken off her coat, hanging it on a hook, pulled up her skirt, and was carelessly rubbing her pussy with two fingers. She was blonde, with brightly colored makeup. A look of boredom froze on her pretty face.
- Should I make up something, or can you swallow my shit without getting my feet dirty? - The woman asked in a bored tone. She was not at all surprised by the presence of a living person in the toilet bowl.
- I don't know... - Greg answered deafly. He didn't want to involve himself in a dangerous adventure, but he was afraid to refuse the woman, who could turn out to be an important person.
With a hum, the blonde walked over to him and roughly groped his nose and lips with her fingers. Wiping her fingers over each other, she hummed less glumly.
- Perhaps I should clarify that I'm very picky about keeping my beautiful skin clean? - The blonde continued the conversation, still rubbing her pussy with her fingers. - It disgusts me to feel the waste on my skin. I spend a lot of money on grooming.
- I understand, and I... - Greg hesitated. - I'll do what I can.
- What if it's not enough?
The woman looked patiently at Greg, waiting for his answer, and he was completely confused.
- What do you expect me to do? Я... - Greg paused, not daring to say that he was practically a prisoner.
- Since you are in the toilet bowl, you should realize that whoever defecates in your mouth expects good service," the woman began to reason aloud. - And I don't understand why you don't swear that you can swallow all my waste. Perhaps you're shy? - The blonde squinted suspiciously.
- Well...
- My name is Angelica. Is that better? - The woman asked, continuing to caress herself. - I want a friendly toilet that will be happy to accept my waste and urine. By the way, as you may have noticed, I'm fondling my pussy," Angelica announced importantly. - I would hate to flush my body's "nectar" down a toilet that isn't going to care about my cleanliness. It's like using a ruined razor to shave your legs," she snorted unhappily.
Greg had lost his head. Not only are they using him, but they want him to humiliate himself! Barely holding back tears of despair, Greg began babbling incoherent words of assurance that he would be a good toilet for her. Greg confessed this to her, and watched Angelica fondle herself.
He had to talk for almost a minute before the blonde nodded and finally turned her back to him.
Greg wasn't even enthralled by this view. Angelica's ass was excellent, but... Greg had seen so many asses lately that their beauty had long since washed away, along with the shit and piss.
Angelica sat on Greg's face, thoroughly scrubbed after the cleaners. In his head, he mentally chuckled. Would Angelica be squeamish about sitting on the toilet the cleaners used? Perhaps he could spare himself an extra load of crap?
Instead of answering, Greg received a powerful stream of acrid, stinking urine, draining down his mouth and into his throat. Greg swallowed desperately. Not because he wanted to please Angelica. He was afraid of the complaint. It was an insane shame, swallowing shit to get money for his own real estate, but that was Greg's reality. He had no choice.
Finished pissing into Greg's mouth, the woman remained sitting on his face, letting the sticky strings of "arousal juices" flow into Greg's mouth. He hoped that the woman didn't feel like pooping, but she still changed her position, against his mental pleas, and covered his mouth with her anus.
The acrid explosion of disgusting farts echoed with sticky, watery shit all over Greg's mouth. Thankfully, that was the end of it, but Greg was about to undergo another humiliating procedure.
The woman, without wiping her ass, got up off Greg's face and pressed the flush button. The toilet lid was closing, hiding her interested look from Greg's eyes.
The powerful jets washed his face, helped rinse his mouth and even rinse his nostrils, and when the lid lifted, Angelica was still there.
- Show me your mouth and tongue," she asked. - I want to make sure there's no trace of my waste before I use your tongue to wipe my ass.
Greg barely opened his mouth, but Angelica pressed the flush button again and the painful procedure was repeated. Greg nearly choked on the water. Fortunately, Angelica was satisfied the second time around.
After waiting for the toilet lid to fully open, Angelica turned her back to Greg and carefully sat on his face to place her anus against his mouth.
- Just lick my anus from left to right," she requested. - "Otherwise, it's not feng shui and you'll mess up my karma. And don't forget to swallow everything that falls on your tongue. I don't want my skin to get dirty!
Greg, having given up hope of being alone, began to fulfill the rich snob's request. Still, it was better than another torture by the cleaning ladies. But why does Greg hear the rustling of the wrappers?
- So far, I'm happy with everything," Angelica said, unwrapping an item. - I guess I'll give you my present after all.
What gift?
Chapter 18
As Greg finished licking Angelica's anus, she unzipped an object. Greg only saw its contents when the haughty woman slid her buttocks over his face, opening her eyes. Smiling, Angelica shook the clear plastic jar over Greg's eyes. Inside were some scabs, or scraps....
- Mmphp? - He mumbled questioningly.
- What, you don't understand? - Angelica wondered resentfully. - These are my nails after pedicure! My nails and scrub from the heels! - Still not hearing the words of admiration, Angelica frowned resentfully. - I don't trust pedicurists because they can put a jinx on me by using parts of my body. But I trust you! Where's the gratitude?
Greg looked at Angelica dumbfounded, but.... There was more than indignation in him that the woman was going to feed him her nail clippings. Angelica was the first woman in a long time to interact with him in an almost human way. Yes, she'd used him as a toilet bowl, but in dealing with Angelica, Greg felt like he was just a regular... A regular guy? An ordinary pervert, given the place he was in?
Finding no answer to that question, Greg swallowed nervously. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but... Did he really feel any gratitude towards that bitch!?
When Angelica lifted herself from Greg's face, he answered almost reflexively:
- Thank you for your trust.
- There, you understand! - She rejoiced, springing to her feet. The movement made her buttocks jiggle like jelly. An inspiring sight. - I don't trust my nails to a regular trash can, so you can consider yourself special! - Angelica added importantly, unscrewing the lid from the can.
Smiling like she was giving a gift, Angelica poured the scrub from her heels and nail clippings into Greg's open mouth, and he.... Of course it was an insanely gross process, but he just couldn't hold back a grateful smile. How low he'd gotten if he was enjoying such things....
Tapping her finger on the jar, shaking out the remnants, Angelica began to put the jar back into her bag, and fumbled for some sticky lump, like a long-dried piece of candy. Of course, Angelica peeled the piece off the bottom of the bag and squeamishly tossed it into Greg's mouth. He wasn't even surprised. Angelica herself called him a "trash can."
Having finished with this ceremony, Angelica, already silently, gathered her things, dressed and left the restroom. Her proud posture gave away her good mood. As for Greg, his mood was disgusting.
Even despite the "gift", Greg was still a prisoner of this toilet. He made another attempt to free himself, but because of the latch on his neck, there was no way he could free his head.
Greg spent half an hour in silence, in desperate attempts to free himself, and the new visitor was not someone, but Alice. Greg was glad to see her, because he could explain to her what the problem was, he could ask her to release him, but Alice, as soon as she entered the room, frowned indignantly.
- Greg, what the hell? - she shrieked. - Why are you loitering here?
- But Alice, I'm...
- I came to pick up the flyers, and you haven't even started assembling them? Do you realize it's gonna take me longer to sell your apartment because of you? I could lose a lucrative client because of your laziness!
- Listen to me, it's not like I can't get free, and... - Alice looked at Greg and silently unbuckled the belt on her pants, - ...even if I could, why should I bother selling the apartment..., - Alice pulled her pants down her legs and turned her back to Greg, - ...if I'm only getting the cost price anyway, and you...fpfpf....
Alice didn't let Greg finish his speech, simply sitting on his face. Greg barely had time to open his mouth because Alice didn't even bother to check if the "toilet" was ready to go. She calmly began to urinate, humming thoughtfully, pondering something. And, just as her urine was spilling down Greg's throat, Alice spoke up:
- Perhaps I underestimated your intelligence. That's my mistake, I admit it. I could have hired someone else, done the envelope job, but how do I get you to compensate me for my time?
Alice leaned forward as if to give Greg a chance to answer, but he didn't have time to make a sound. Alice let out a mighty fart right into his nostrils.
- I'll have to think about that. You're nothing but trouble, Greg, - Alice sighed, now leaning back and carefully wiping her pussy clean of any remaining piss. Tossing the piece of toilet paper into his mouth, Alice stood up and began buttoning his pants.
- Alice, I beg of you, I'm stuck, I can't get out, and....
- Don't put the responsibility for your decisions on the circumstances! - Alice said with a smart mouth. - I heard that phrase in a lecture, you should attend it too.
- I can't physically get out!
- You don't want to," Alice repeated stubbornly, buckling the belt on her pants. - You're probably too lazy to do a little work, so you prefer to loiter here. The food is delivered, you don't even have to move... - Alice thought for a moment. - Maybe... Yes, that's what I'll do!
Alice cut off her thought with a smile, turned to leave, and walked briskly out of the bathroom.
She left Greg in utter confusion. Greg couldn't stand it, and cried with self-pity. He had really counted on this job. He believed that for the sake of Greg's free work, Alice wouldn't let him stay in the bathroom. But that hope was not realized.
When the new female visitors came in, Greg didn't even have the energy to react. Two young girls approached him, and one of them, the blonde, jabbed her finger in the direction of Greg's face.
- Look, the toilet seat is wet. Don't get your ass dirty.
- I'll wipe it off, but since it's wet anyway..... - the brunette leaned over to Greg and pressed her finger to his nostril.
In several forceful exhalations, the brunette cleaned first one nostril, then the other. Adding a few savory spits to the tears on Greg's cheeks, she turned on the "flush," allowing the machine to clean the disgusting fluids from Greg's face, and only then sat on his face.
- So, are we going on a double date? - The brunette asked, starting to piss into Greg's mouth.
- Of course we are! I won't go alone, because I'm so shy, - the blonde giggled. - I'm embarrassing in front of guys.
- What are you going to do on a first date when you have to take your clothes off? - The brunette laughed, wiping her pussy clean of urine residue and getting up off Greg's face.
- I have no idea, - the blonde sighed sadly, pulling down her leggings and panties in one motion, exposing her most intimate parts right in front of Greg's face. - I guess I'll have to drink a lot.
The blonde remained standing with her ass a few centimeters away from Greg's face. Looking at the inspiring sight, Greg still couldn't concentrate. He was angry at Alice. But, even more frightening to him were Alice's last words. What was she coming up with? What other horrors was she going to subject him to?
- Aren't you going to sit down? - The brunette laughed, noticing the pose her friend was in.
- But you just peed on that seat!
- You're so squeamish! - The brunette laughed even louder. - Look at that, there's not a single drop in there!
- Ewww, looking in the toilet? I won't.
Still, the blonde looked between her thighs, as if checking the position of her pussy. Greg helplessly kept his mouth open, but he noticed that the pussy position was wrong. It wouldn't hit, would it...
Chapter 19
The blonde looked down at Greg with the same look on her face that women have when they look at a dirty toilet bowl they don't want to get dirty. There was so much humiliation and contempt in that look that Greg instantly felt a crushing pain in his chest, of longing and despair. Had he ever thought that women's disdain for him could get worse?
Women were already dismissive of Greg, thinking him just a waste of space. Thinking him a creature to be used for their own needs, like wiping mud off a shoe. But now, under the blonde's gaze, Greg no longer felt human. He had become exactly what the blonde was looking at - just a dirty public toilet.
A stream of the blonde's urine hit Greg's face quite suddenly. Her stinking, acrid urine poured over Greg's eyes, lips and nose, getting into his mouth and nostrils. Every drop of the woman's urine didn't pass by, soaking into Greg's skin, into his hair, pouring into his nostrils and mouth.
Greg kept his mouth wide open to absorb the filth and keep it from getting on his face, but Greg was unsuccessfully losing the battle, and with each passing second, the stench of disgusting urine was soaking into Greg's skin. Worse and worse, every second.
- Don't spray it on your thighs," the blonde friend snorted.
- Better that than getting dirty on the seat," the girl grinned.
A few drops of urine did get on the blonde's thigh, and she finished urinating and with a squeamish grimace wiped the drops off, drying her skin. The blonde was so passionately trying to clean just two drops of urine from her thighs, while Greg beneath her was completely drenched in the slimy sludge.
Of course, when the blonde finished cleaning herself up, she dumped the soiled wipes on Greg's face without even trying to get it in his mouth. As a result, the soft tissue quickly became wet, and accumulated on Greg's face in wet lumps that exuded repulsive odors.
None of the women even said hello to Greg, or paid any attention to him. When they were done with their business, they simply walked out of the restroom and continued their conversation as if nothing remarkable had happened. Except there was one problem: the girls had forgotten to use the flush....
Greg's whole body twitched, trying to reach the lever and turn on the flush himself. He had waited patiently for the blonde to leave to clean himself up, but now, there was no way he could engage the damn lever. Greg pulled the lever, but all to no avail.
Meanwhile, the stench around Greg's face was becoming overwhelming, unbearable. The acrid odor of vinegar and chemical waste made Greg's eyes water and he whimpered doomedly. Greg even tried to call for help, but no matter how loudly Greg shouted, no one responded.
Greg had to spend almost 30 minutes in this position, and when the bathroom door opened, the guest who entered immediately wrinkled her nose. It was Jessica.
- Ewww, Greg! What terrible state do you keep yourself in? - Jessica covered her nose with her sleeve. - I can't pee in your mouth because of that smell, I'll have to go to another bathroom! - Jessica immediately turned to leave, and muttered: - and I thought you'd like the apple juice I had this morning.....
- Wait, Jessica, hit the flush! FLUSH!
Greg's scream hit the locked door, and Greg howled desperately again. The only girl he could ask for help was squeamish about even being in a room that smelled like this for a second. But for Greg, that smell was permanent.
Fortunately, after another twenty minutes, Maria, the cleaning lady Greg already knew, came into the bathroom. Greg was so happy to see her that he opened his mouth wide to the black water from her bucket. Greg didn't care that Maria was washing dirty rags in that water. He didn't care about the dirt from how many soles he was now absorbing. Greg needed to get rid of the state he was in.
Maria had a radio playing, strapped to her belt, so she yawned boredly as she poured the black water into Greg's mouth, and Greg greedily gulped down the dirty water while listening to some Spanish tune. At some point, he became unbearable to swallow, his stomach was full and his throat hurt badly, but Maria wasn't bothered by the fact that Greg closed his mouth and the black water poured down his face. She just continued to pour the mud on Greg's face, letting that water go under the back of his head, towards the flush.
The humiliating procedure lasted almost two minutes, and when Maria finished shaking the mud out of the bucket, she did what Greg had been dreaming about for the last hour. She pressed the flush button.
However, to the surprise of both Greg and Maria, the mechanism didn't work. Greg wanted to scream, to demand that the workers fix the damn mechanism, that he had already endured enough today, but Greg had to be silent when he felt something strange around his feet.
Some kind of warm mush was covering his feet.
It felt wrong and frightening, and Greg wanted to question Maria, to ask her to get Alice, but the moment he opened his mouth, the flushing mechanism turned on and the lid covered Greg's face, hitting his open mouth with strong jets of water, washing away the blonde's urine and the dirty water in which Maria had washed the floor cloths. Unfortunately, while Greg was choking on the water, Maria had managed to leave the bathroom and Greg was left alone with his fears.
The warm mush was already covering his knees, and Greg thought he could feel someone's touch. Was it just a figment of his sick imagination, or was something really going on? Something strange, frightening.
Greg made a promise to himself that he would demand answers from anyone who entered this room, but when Lila, the owner of the building, appeared on the doorstep of the restroom, Greg pressed his lips tightly together. He couldn't afford to demand anything from this woman, because it depended on her: would all the horrors he'd endured be for nothing? If he didn't get his money, it would just kill Greg.
On her own, Lila was in no hurry to tell Greg what was going on. Hanging her coat on a convenient hook, the woman walked over to Greg and, with a slight movement, pulled up her dress, exposing a nice, well-groomed ass. Hooking two fingers into her snow-white panties, Lila stripped herself naked and sat down on Greg's face, relaxing her legs and consequently bringing her full weight down on Greg's face.
Greg, terrified to the point of making a mistake, opened his mouth just in time, and now obediently waited for Lila to use it for its intended purpose. Unfortunately, the strange sensation on his legs did not stop, and rose higher and higher, already to his thighs.
A ringing fart made Greg wince - Lila had farted into his mouth, delivering her gasps almost to Greg's throat. So, he realized, Lila wasn't going to release him quickly. Means he won't have time to stop what's happening to his legs.
Horrified at his helplessness, Greg kept his mouth open and, mentally, begged Lila to hurry.
Chapter 20
The strange sensation in his legs was getting stronger by the second. Greg struggled to determine what exactly was happening to him, but he couldn't. It felt like wet sand being piled on his feet. Sticky, slowly cooling.
Meanwhile, Lila was constantly squirming on Greg's face. She was sighing, grunting. Her anus opened time after time, but other than faint farts, nothing fell into Greg's mouth.
- I shouldn't have eaten that fish.... - Lilah grumbled irritably, assuming a new pose again.
She wasn't talking to Greg, but to herself, and whereas before Greg had been able to fool himself by such phrases and feel a sense of ownership of the process, a sense of humanity, now Greg had no doubts. He was no more than the most common toilet bowl. A public toilet that could be used by anyone in the building.
A strange sensation was already coating Greg's thighs, and the moment someone's hand touched his crotch, Greg panicked. He was close to starting to twitch. He realized the hopelessness, but he couldn't stand idly by, and Greg mewled panickedly.
And, at the same second, with a disgusting, powerful fart, a disgusting mushy paste of Lila's shit sprinkled into his mouth. The flow was swift, unstoppable, and accompanied by a sigh of relief from the building owner. However, though Greg's groan was quickly muffled, Lila still heard the sound.
Without stopping defecating into Greg's mouth, Lila pulled out her cell phone and began dialing someone's number. Letting out another load of disgusting shit, she calmly said:
- We need to do something about the toilet, it's malfunctioning, making weird noises. No, they don't sound like the grunting of a dying man, more like some kind of moaning. .... Ignore it? Look, Alice, this building belongs to me, every brick of it. And if I want the toilet fixed, you're gonna figure out a way to fix it, okay? Otherwise, I'll think about finding another real estate agent.
Ending the call, Lila relaxed her bowels again as she continued to dump the disgusting shit into Greg's mouth.
It was too late, because the strange mass was already covering Greg's stomach, and if there was anything he could do to stop it, he certainly couldn't do it right now. All that was in Greg's will right now was to be able to give Lila quality service by acting as a good toilet. Reality was changing too much every second, and all Greg could do right now was maintain the original goal. Fulfill Lila's condition, eat her shit, and the shit of her tenants, and collect the rent money.
Lila, meanwhile, had finished defecating and was taking a long, thorough wipe of her ass. She dumped the toilet paper right on Greg's face, not even trying to get it in his mouth. Brown smudges from the paper got on his cheeks and nose, but Lila was sure the flush worked, so she just pressed the button and walked away.
As the water poured over Greg's face and head, flowing further down to his neck and shoulders, Greg felt the flow of the water change. Only a very small trickle reached his pelvis, but most of it flowed under his back and went somewhere downward. It was strange, because Greg was sure of a free cavity around his body. He tried to move, and realized he couldn't. The compound that had been used to wipe his body was now beginning to rapidly solidify.
Greg fidgeted every second, trying to find if not a solution to the problem, at least to keep the compound from solidifying. And just when he was getting desperate, a visitor appeared in the room. The one he'd been waiting for.
- Well, hello... - Alice grumbled grudgingly as she entered the room. Greg only opened his mouth to ask her what was going on as Alice unleashed a torrent of accusations at him: - what the hell, Greg? Why am I getting complaints about you? Don't you realize that if I lose money because of you, I might not want to sign the deed to your condo? - With her arms folded across her chest, Alice stared intently at Greg.
- P-sign? - A chill ran down Greg's spine. Was Alice really capable of canceling the deal and depriving him of his money?
- Exactly. And if I keep getting complaints about you, I'll be sure to tear up this contract. I just don't understand! - Alice shook her hands. - What's so hard about being a toilet? You're great at swallowing other people's shit and drinking their piss. But why do you have to moo in the process and make other noises?
- It was an accident! - Greg cried out in panic.
- Yeah? - Alice frowned. - Lila said the sound didn't sound like the lurching of a dying man, so it sounded more like you were trying to get attention. That's very narcissistic of you.
- Narcissistic? Really?! - Greg almost burst into flames.
- Yes! Just because women let you look at their asses while they use you as a toilet doesn't mean you have the right to get attention from them. Don't be selfish, Greg, - Alice snorted. - None of the women in this building are obligated to socialize with you while they're using you as a toilet. And anyway: we girls like to go to the bathroom in silence. We don't need an interlocutor or company. Do you understand?
- Yeah, but, uh. Alice, please tell me if my feet are covered with some--
- Shh! Alice waved her hand. - I'll solve your problems, I'm your real estate agent, - she said soothingly. - But first, you have to solve my problem. I won't be able to work peacefully knowing that I left the toilet in a condition that could get me in trouble. We need to do something so I don't have to worry about you trying to start small talk again with a girl who just wants to relieve her bladder, - Alice grinned caustically.
She was talking to him like he was a jerk, and it annoyed Greg terribly. He was angry and panicked. He didn't understand what was happening to his body, but he'd learned lately that Alice wouldn't solve his problem until she'd solved her own. Sighing tiredly, he asked:
- Okay, so what are you up to?
- I'll show you.
With those words, Alice walked out of the restroom. Only the clack of her heels echoed through the corridors of the building under construction. Alice had been gone for about two minutes, and Greg had already exhausted himself with speculation, but he hadn't expected that when his real estate agent returned, he would see two real whips in her hands....
Chapter 21
As Alice entered the room, one whip fell out of her hand. It was long, like the ones in the most realistic bondage movies. The sound of the whip falling made Greg shudder in horror. Is she going to punish him?!
- God, what's wrong with your eyes? - Alice laughed, leaving just a small rubber-tipped 'stack' whip in her hand. - What, did you think I was going to play bondage games with you?
- That was the thought, - Greg said with a panicked gulp.
- No, God... Relax, I'm not some pervert, - Alice snorted, walking briskly toward Greg. Showing the whip in her hand, she eagerly explained: - This is not a means of punishment, but a tool to develop a reflex in you. That's all! Are you not afraid now?
- I'm even more afraid now, - Greg admitted honestly.
The solution around his body had finally solidified, and now Greg had no doubts about the cause of this strange sensation. He couldn't even move his toes! His refusal to resist, and the fear of being robbed of his money, had brought Greg not even to the edge of the abyss - he had fallen into it headlong. Well, not exactly. His head was still free.
Alice, watching Greg's mental torment, bent and unbent the whip, annoying and frightening Greg with the creaking of the leather. Finally, she grew bored and began to yawn:
- Okay, Greg, I don't have time for this. Again, I'm not going to punish you. That's silly, we're not some kind of perverts are we? - she grinned. - It's just that we have a problem, and I've come up with a method of solving it.
- P-problem? - Greg asked, startled, trying to figure out what Alice was talking about.
- We need you to do your function properly, - Alice explained tiredly. - You just have to swallow piss and shit without making any noise.
- But I'm trying!
- No, Greg," Alice cut him off. - We need to make the desire to be silent a reflex. You could choke on a particularly large poop and not be able to hold back a groan, right?
- But this is an emergency. - Greg couldn't hold back his tears, and Alice sat down on the toilet, touching his lips to the fabric of his jeans.
- Why are you crying? You've certainly made me uncomfortable, but I wouldn't call it a serious problem. Just because Lila promised not to work with me doesn't mean she will, - Alice reassured Greg. - So you haven't added to my big problems, no need to get hysterical.
Greg tried to mumble something in response, but Alice leaned forward, pressing the fabric of his jeans against Greg's lips, and he couldn't make a coherent reply.
- So, again, I'm not going to punish you, just help you develop a reflex. Shall we begin?
Alice didn't let Greg catch his breath and swung the whip at him with a sharp swing. The leather tip slammed into Greg's cheek, burning it painfully, and Alice didn't even look in his direction. Holding the phone in one hand, she deftly typed a message to another customer.
- Alice, I want...
The whip whistled again, and a new blow burned Greg's nose, making him yelp. Before he could accept the blow, a new one followed, hitting him on the cheek, just below the eye.
Alice didn't swing hard, but she had strong arms, and each blow caused Greg a great deal of pain. Alice's bored look, meanwhile, added to Greg's depressing thoughts. He didn't try to hold back, the blows were causing too much pain for him to be silent, but the sounds didn't seem to bother Alice at all. She was only interrupted once when a concerned redheaded girl peeked through the door.
- Oh, what's going on in here? - she asked cheerfully.
The red-haired girl looked into the restroom, and Greg, wrinkling his nose at another blow, saw the sign on her white T-shirt - "Volunteer, helping anyone who asks." She looked young, and because of that, she seemed like an angel to Greg. Pure and innocent.
- Not a big deal, - Alice shrugged, swinging around and slapping Greg across the face with the whip. A new blow struck him on the eyebrow. - The restroom will be empty soon.
- Oh, good, - the redhead nodded understandingly, and reluctantly looked away, and left the bathroom after all.
Alice struck almost ten more times, and Greg turned into a crying, drooling creature. However, he was no longer making sounds, and Alice absent-mindedly looked away from the phone and asked in surprise:
- Greg, when you stopped mumbling, I didn't keep track. Was it after the twentieth or thirtieth stroke? It doesn't matter, - Alice took a couple steps away and hung the whip on a hook in the wall. - Next time, you'd better count accurately so I don't waste time adjusting you. Hopefully three or four times will be enough for you to learn to swallow the waste silently.
- Alice, let me go... - Greg said through his tears.
- Where? - she wondered. - And, most importantly, why?
- I'm so tired.
- You've been lying around all day, - Alice laughed, walking over to Greg and slowly unzipping the fly of his jeans. - Besides, if you had something urgent to do, you'd have warned me about it.
- But I can't do this anymore... Let me go, please! I'll do anything you say!
- Greg, - Alice frowned, pulling down her jeans and panties. - I spent a lot of money on the cement they fixed you with. Do you have any idea how much it would cost to dissolve it?
- You put cement on me?!? - Greg confirmed his hunch with horror. - But why? I wouldn't have gotten away, you… You saw that I didn't run away!
- What does running away have to do with it? - Alice raised her eyebrows in surprise. - You say such stupid things sometimes.
Alice giggled merrily and sat down on Greg's crying face, and he opened his mouth. After sitting motionless for a couple of seconds, Alice let out a strong stream of stinking urine and continued her story:
- I decided that since you were too lazy to use you even for routine work, I could make money in another way. That room where your body was is the technical part that I used as a storage room. However, Lila has long wanted to do a rearrangement in that part of the building, and remove that room from the master plan.
After finishing urinating, Alice began to carelessly wipe herself of the urine residue.
- So, I canceled the lease on this room and got a good compensation from Lila. Only half of that money was spent on hiring a student to do the job you refused to do, you know?
As Alice rose from Greg's face and was already reaching for the flush button, Greg asked:
- But what about me?
- That hole that your body was in was interfering with the construction work, so they just made it a solid wall. Trust me, it's better that way, - Alice winked. - You don't need arms and legs to take the local women's waste anyway. You're a gentleman, and you should be glad you saved Lila and me a lot of headaches.
Greg wanted to ask Alice more questions, but she was already on her way out. And as Alice opened the door, Greg saw that the next customer was already behind her. Red hair... Had she really been waiting all this time? But why?
Chapter 22
When Alice was out the door, Greg felt terribly vulnerable. He'd felt this way before, when women he couldn't say no to came over. However, now that Greg had learned that his body was in cement, he fully realized that he was giving himself away to strange girls. And that demoralized him greatly.
- Hi! - the red-haired girl greeted Greg, locking the door tightly behind her. In the light of the ceiling lamps, Greg read the writing on her T-shirt again.
This girl was a volunteer, and she was called to help people in trouble for free. Greg had a faint hope that his situation might be resolved. If the red-haired girl would call the police, or at least the doctors..... However, the red-haired volunteer girl was in no hurry to call emergency services. She looked interested.
The red-haired girl had a beautiful figure, but not an impressive one like top models. Slim waist, nice ass, and strong arms. She probably has to carry a lot of heavy things, helping the poor and people in distress. Just now, the red-haired girl was rolling her sleeves up to her elbows, and shaking out her brushes to make her more comfortable.
- My name is Sarah, I work nearby, - the red-haired girl introduced herself. - I work in social services all day, and I was so happy to hear that you were here!
- Excited about what? - Greg asked quietly.
- Well... - Sarah walked over to the hook where the whip Alice had left behind was hanging. - I have a very difficult job. It's nice to have someone like you to vent my anger on. Usually I go to the gym and hit a punching bag, - Sarah continued to explain, - but it would be so much nicer to take it out on a live person! Do you know if this place is soundproofed? If you scream in pain, won't we disturb the residents? - Sarah asked worriedly, flexing the leather whip, making it creak.
- Please don't do this! - Greg pleaded. - You're helping people, aren't you...
- Yes, that's right, I help people, - Sarah nodded with a smile. - My mom recommended it to me. She said that this way I could get a lot of points to get a good job, - Sarah said cheerfully as she approached Greg.
Punch!
The hardest blow of the whip came across Greg's face, burning his cheek. Sara struck twice more, plunging Greg into an abyss of pain, and with a relieved exhale, she continued her story:
- In fact, I even enjoy helping people, getting their gratitude.... I'm very appreciated in this volunteer job, for example, yesterday, - Sarah paused, and five times sharply hit Greg in the face. A particularly painful blow landed on his lip, causing Greg to cry, - yesterday I was helping a woman and her children move into another room. She treated me to some Mexican food, told me what a nice girl I was...
After hitting it twice more, Sarah froze and, with a snicker, asked:
- Listen, I have to go to the bathroom, but can you please not swallow what comes out of my ass right away? - Without waiting for an answer, Sarah grabbed the belt of her pants and began to bare herself, turning her back to Greg. - I just don't want to interrupt the process of releasing anger, but I know you might choke and I'll have to give you first aid... - Sarah sighed. - 'It's just that I'm a little squeamish, and I'd hate to get my hands dirty on you. Okay? Just keep my shit in your mouth until I'm done.
Sarah didn't even give Greg a chance to respond. She just sat down on Greg's face, and immediately relaxed her legs, squeezing Greg's head with all her weight. Sarah barely checked to make sure she was sitting on his face correctly, and that her anus was exactly opposite Greg's mouth, and after a very brief pause, she relaxed her bowels, filling Greg's mouth with a nasty, prolonged fart.
Greg's cheeks instantly puffed up with the vile gas, and, a moment later, Greg's mouth was filled with almost liquid shit. Sarah's diarrhea was acute, and Greg could smell fragments of poorly digested corn, taste some kind of Mexican sauce. Greg reflexively swallowed some of it, but remembering that he was completely helpless, and for disobedience Sarah would be able to punish him as she saw fit, Greg hastily closed his throat, keeping Sarah's disgusting shit in his mouth.
Fortunately, the girl didn't want to urinate, so Greg's mouth was filled only with her liquid diarrhea, and this mass Greg was quite able to hold in his mouth without swallowing. He could still taste it, and his cheeks remained slightly swollen, but Sarah, having climbed off Greg's face and wiped his anus thoroughly with toilet paper, was satisfied.
- Great. I need to get all my anger out on you soon so I don't have to occupy the toilet for too long. I'd be really embarrassed if any of the locals wanted to take advantage of you and you got dirty after me, - Sarah sighed worriedly, raising the whip again. - So I'll try to hit harder, and faster, okay?
Having asked the question, Sarah brought the whip down on Greg's face. She struck hard, haphazardly, not really caring where exactly she was hitting. However, after ten strokes, Sarah asked again:
- Could you keep your eyes open? If I could hit your eye, it would be like hitting a target, - Sarah giggled. - Don't worry, I won't hit your eyes on purpose. You could say it's extra entertainment for me.
Greg didn't even try to comply with the volunteer girl's orders. She turned out to be incredibly cruel, and Greg didn't understand why that was the case. Sarah helps people in trouble. So why does she want to beat Greg up? Why does she want to whip Greg's eyes?
Holding Sarah's shit in his mouth, and receiving brutal blows from her, Greg once again senses that women don't see him as a man at all. They don't even see him as a man! Sarah's kind attitude, which the girl volunteers to give to all comers, just wasn't working for Greg.
Sarah beat him for ten minutes and Greg's whole face hurt. He could feel the burning sensation on his skin, he felt like his whole face had become a solid bruise. As for Sarah, she was just sweating, and after hanging the whip on the hook, she took another minute to wipe his forehead and armpits with tissues, then dropped the sweat-stained tissues on Greg's face.
- Great, now you can definitely swallow safely. Just try not to close your eyes when you get hit next time, okay? - Sarah smiled, voicing her 'innocent' request. - I'll come by again this week, I do work around here after all.
Turning her back to Greg, Sarah calmly headed for the exit, and Greg.... Left alone, he swallowed the volunteer girl's disgusting diarrhea and waited for the next customer to come in and press the flush button. After all, Sarah had forgotten to do that.
But when the door opened, showing him the next visitor, Greg had no idea what awaited him....
Chapter 23
When a gorgeous woman entered the restroom, Greg couldn't take his eyes off her. She was, as they say, a hot milf. A short leather skirt to mid-thigh, knee-high boots with thin heels, and a tight tank top that emphasized the beauty of her magnificent breasts. The expression on the woman's face signified interest and enthusiasm, she looked so like a business shark. Like a woman who deals with a lot of money.
- Hi, you're Greg, right? - The woman said hello, closing the door behind her and approaching Greg. - My name is Lydia, I was told I could find you here.
- W-were you looking for me? - Greg whispered fearfully.
He speculated and theorized why such a woman might want to look for him, a pathetic man who had been turned into a living toilet bowl. However, the woman managed to surprise Greg.
- I bought the apartment next door to yours and I'm going to buy your apartment, - the woman announced in a bored tone as she stood next to the toilet bowl. Lydia looked down at Greg, and with a slight grin, she folded her lips into a bow and decanted saliva. Greg automatically opened his mouth, accepting the woman's spit. - It was bitter coffee, - she explained, her mouth tasting bad. So, I need your help.
- And I... - Greg started to say that he needed help too, but Lydia interrupted him.
- When I found out that the only apartment in this building was not owned by a woman, I was immediately interested, - Lydia didn't even want to say the word "man". Pensively looking at one point, she took a cigarette out of her pocket. - I'm interested in getting your vision for this apartment. To furnish it to your tastes.
- Really? - Greg wondered. - But... Can you unlock me?
- Are you locked in? - Lydia raised an eyebrow in surprise. She took a puff and flicked the ash onto Greg's lips.
- The thing is, I've been filled with cement, probably by mistake, and..... I won't be able to help you while I'm here!
Greg's heart was beating fast. He was nervous, anticipating that he might get his freedom with this woman. However, Lydia was not impressed with Greg's performance. Continuing to smoke, she said:
- It's not a problem, I can bring pictures home. I wouldn't want to deprive other women of a functioning toilet. After all, these are my future roommates! - Lydia grinned. - Can you imagine how much they'll hate me if I make one of the toilets unusable?
Greg clearly realized that Lydia had said "one of the toilets". So there are several of them here... The realization that Greg wasn't even unique robbed him of his equilibrium again. Coughing, he opened his mouth to argue his position, but Lydia took that moment to flick the ash off her cigarette.
- The thing is, - Lydia continued while Greg coughed, - I'd like a discount. You can talk to your realtor, right?
- 'Yes, but... I really need to be free, and...
- If I get a discount, I'll risk the wrath of the neighbors and get you out of here, - Lydia said nonchalantly. She took a final puff and brought the lighted charcoal to Greg's lips, and said unhappily: - pull out your tongue, I want to put out my cigarette on the wet. I don't like throwing a burning cigarette down the toilet.
Greg, feeling that this woman could save him, was ready for her sake and not such feats. So, he obediently pulled out his tongue and clamped his eyes tightly shut as Lydia cauterized his tongue. He wrinkled his nose in pain as Lydia drove the cigarette butt over his tongue and obediently took the cigarette into his mouth. Greg even swallowed the litter to Lydia's satisfaction.
- So we have a deal, then? - Lydia clarified, leisurely undressing. She was going to use the restroom, of course, and their potential deal was no obstacle for Lydia. - I prefer to deal with the owner, bypassing real estate agents.
- You're very clever! - Greg picked up on that.
He had already stopped trusting Alice, and no longer wanted to work with her. Alice had made Greg's situation worse, and he had no qualms about depriving her of her income.
- It's true, - Lydia smiled smugly, turning her bare ass toward Greg's face. She settled lightly on his face and fidgeted until she found Greg's open mouth with her anus. A moment later, a hiss was heard and a powerful fart shot into Greg's mouth. - However, it's not just about the money. I don't need a big discount, but I want to live in the condo I bought from the owner, and add my ideas for furnishing the condo to those of the man himself. Especially unique to the home. Discounting, is punishment for the real estate agent, for requiring me to work specifically with her, with her ideas.
As she continued to talk about her idea, Lydia relaxed her bowels and small, mushy poops began to fall into Greg's mouth. Greg wanted to perform his best for the first time in a long time, and despite the pressure of Lydia's ass, he worked his jaws hard, biting her poop into smaller pieces and swallowing them greedily. Lydia, meanwhile, didn't even try to ease Greg's burden. She just defecated like she was sitting on a regular toilet.
- ...so I'm sure that in a couple years, I'll be able to sell this apartment for a lot more when I find the right buyer, - Lydia finished her story. She slid forward, positioning her pussy over Greg's mouth, and relaxed her bladder. The acrid, stinking liquid flowed down Greg's throat, causing Greg to nearly choke. He still hadn't learned to swallow while lying down. - I'll send a letter to Alice, letting her know you want to work directly with me, - Lydia finished urinating and began to wipe herself thoroughly with toilet paper. - All you have to do is confirm your intention, and sign the papers when... - she hummed. - When you've been freed from the cement.
This promise spurred Greg on incredibly. Would he really be set free? Greg looked almost lovingly at the ass of the woman who had just used him as a living toilet bowl. Still smelling the vile taste of her shit and piss, Greg was ready to kiss Lydia's ass. He was ready to do anything for her.
Unfortunately, Lydia wasn't going to continue the discussion now. Like the other women, she walked out without saying goodbye, and Greg was left alone in his dungeon.
A few minutes later, two unfamiliar girls walked in. They paid no attention to Greg, discussing their business, and took turns using him, filling Greg's mouth with fresh shit. Greg acted machine-like, swallowing their waste and he didn't even notice that the girls pressed the flush button, cleansing him of their waste.
Greg's mind was far away from here. He was planning his escape. He didn't care about the money anymore. Greg wanted to get as far away from this building as possible. He didn't care if Alice got the full amount. He just wanted to be free.
Unless Alice could figure out a way to stop Greg from making that plan a reality. That thought kept Greg awake, and he was sure that he would not be able to sleep, despite his terrible fatigue.
However, after a long time, Greg suddenly felt a sharp rush of fatigue. He could barely keep himself awake. But even in this state, he felt a slight prick somewhere in his lower back. What's going on!? With that panicked thought, Greg lost consciousness.
Chapter 24
Greg had no idea how long he had spent unconscious. When he woke up, it seemed as if nothing had changed, but it hadn't. Around Greg's head, and especially around his ears, chin, and top of his head, was some kind of soft ring of pleasant material. Greg tried to twist his head around to see what this new thing meant, but he had a pretty good guess. Someone had put a soft seat on the toilet.
Greg was far more startled, however, by the change in the interior of the room. During his time in the public restroom, Greg had memorized the view of the ceiling. He had stared at it for hours, but now, the ceiling had changed. It was white, new, and... more homely. You don't get ceilings like this in public restrooms.
Very close by, the noise of construction work could be heard. The rumbling was quite loud, but muffled. It sounded like it was coming from behind a closed door. Greg timidly tried to call for help, but his vocal cords had weakened too much during his sleep, and he could only make a low hissing and whistling sound.
Fortunately, Greg didn't have to spend much time in obscurity. Footsteps were heard, and they were the clear tapping of heels on the stone floor. Greg stirred to meet his guest, and was pleased to see Alice enter the room. She was especially pretty today, in an expensive turquoise dress flowing down her perfect body. The fabric was so light that it barely concealed Alice's magnificent figure, and Greg once again admired her. As soon as Alice opened her mouth, however, Greg snapped back to reality.
- How do you like it here? Do you like it? - Alice asked, as if nothing had happened. - The move might have scared you, I know, but you should be happy to be home. After all, on paper, it's still your home, - Alice added with a chuckle.
She walked impatiently over to Greg and began to lift his skirt, running her fingers under his panties. There was a rush in her movements that was typical of a man who wanted to go to the bathroom for a long time, and noticing that Greg was sitting with his mouth closed, Alice said indignantly:
- Come on, Greg, open your mouth! If you're going to use the toilet this badly, I'll never be able to sell this apartment! Don't you want me to get a lot of money?
- Mlis...
Greg tried to mumble her name, but he wasn't very good at it. And Alice grudgingly raised her foot, aiming her heel at Greg's face.
- Do I really need to do this? Greg, I blame your slowness on the move, but still, you don't think I'll want to get my shoes dirty next time, do you?
With those words, Alice pressed her heel against Greg's lips, and pressed down hard. Greg could feel the dirt from her heel on his lips, and of course he gave in to the pressure, opening his mouth. Alice rather roughly began picking at Greg's mouth with her heel, not really caring that she was scratching his gums. All she cared about was her shoes:
- Don't you dare clench your teeth, these shoes are very expensive! - she asked, driving her heel almost all the way down Greg's throat.
Finally, making sure Greg kept his mouth open. Alice pulled the heel out of his mouth, and with a stomp, turned her back to him. Greg was afraid to close his lips because he was completely defenseless. If Alice got up to any more nonsense like this, Greg could take a lot more damage.
Seeing Alice's ass, in her tight panties, Greg tried to regain that very attraction to her, but he was getting angry. There was nothing he could do about that anger. Even when Alice pulled down her panties, exposing her ass, Greg was angry. And especially, he was angry when Alice sat on his face like a regular chair.
- Oh, it's so much more comfortable to sit on your face! - she said contentedly, squirming on Greg's face. - There's a reason I spent some money and bought this seat. You know I'm going to be living here for a while, right?
Greg didn't have a chance to answer. He still had his mouth wide open, and Alice, without waiting for his reaction, moved so that her anus was opposite Greg's mouth. A burning fart rushed into Greg's mouth, fanning his cheeks.
- I liked that bitch Lydia's idea, so I'll be consulting with you often about the repairs that need to be done here, - Alice seemed to wave her hand, but Greg didn't see it.
At that moment, the disgusting shit was rapidly filling his mouth, crawling up his cheeks, enveloping his tongue and teeth, and traveling down to his throat.
- I could make a lot more money if I presented the renovations to this apartment as "one man's only design." I'm sure there would be a great demand! - Alice laughed, and, along with a portion of liquid feces, her fart shot into Greg's mouth. - Honestly, I'd live in this apartment myself, but... I might get one for free, can you imagine? Somehow, the owner of this building has developed a respect for me, and doesn't want to lose contact.
Alice finished defecating and, without getting up from Greg's face, began wiping her anus with toilet paper and dumping the nasty bits into Greg's mouth.
- She liked the way I solved the toilet problem. So you can be proud of yourself for helping me set up my life a little bit. If you can raise the price of this apartment so that I make a lot of money, you'll be worth nothing at all!
Continuing to giggle, Alice lifted herself off Greg's face and lowered her dress, hiding her ass underneath. Continuing to look down at Greg, Alice hummed thoughtfully.
- Greg, you need to cover your mouth after you've been used as a toilet. We, - Alice touched her chest, - don't like smelling that disgusting odor. Nobody likes it at all. You realize that, don't you?
Greg mumbled something unintelligible in response, but Alice shook her head unhappily. She silently left the room, leaving Greg alone to "enjoy" her shit, but she returned ten minutes later. In her hand, Greg saw the very whip that had caused him so much pain.
Greg, trying to avoid punishment, quickly sealed his lips together, but that only made Alice laugh.
- Silly, that's not how it works! Did you think I was here to punish you again? - Alice laughed merrily. - 'I explained that I need to whip you in the face to get you to develop a reflex. It's like fixing an automatic water flush!
Greg was trembling with terror. He mooed, moaned, but kept his mouth closed. The worst thing he could do now was to spew Alice's shit out of his mouth. Greg tried to swallow it the moment Alice painfully whipped Greg in the face.
- It's just a normal precaution, - Alice explained as she repeatedly slapped Greg's face. - Imagine how embarrassed I'd be when I brought a buyer into this apartment and the toilet refused to perform a simple function?
The whip struck Greg's cheeks, nose, eyes. The blows were raining down all over his body. Greg's ears were beginning to ring, but he heard one word clearly, and it horrified him. Alice said "hard cement... permanent fossilization...". Is he here forever!?
Chapter 25
When Alice finished beating Greg, his whole face was a bruise. He felt sick, hurt, and resentful, and his ears were still ringing. Alice, smiling, was saying something to Greg, laughing, but he didn't understand her speech. At one point, Alice reached into her purse and pulled out a handful of trash from the bottom of the bag-rolled hair, bits of chocolate, and dust that had stuck to it. As she continued to say something, Alice calmly shook that trash into Greg's mouth.
And then she walked away, leaving Greg alone. Despite the peace and quiet, it wasn't until nearly an hour later that the ringing in his ears stopped, and he heard workers finishing construction work in the neighboring rooms. And then, there was the long-awaited silence.
Thinking about his situation, Greg couldn't find a way out. Alice was in complete control of his life, leaving him no chance to escape. The only way to get out was to wait for Alice to sell the apartment. Then he would have to cooperate with her and fulfill her every whim. Greg will have to serve Alice faithfully, satisfying her every whim to bring that long-awaited moment closer.
However, being inside the cement, completely immobilized, did not add to Greg's desire to serve Alice. Only his genitals were left free, so that Greg could do his natural needs. And, of course, his face, which had become his 'working tool'. It wasn't enough to live in peace, but did he have a choice?
Greg spent a few hours alone. He managed to get some sleep, but he woke up each time with a horrible taste in his mouth, and constant panic attacks, and a budding claustrophobia. In his last awakening, Greg was awakened by the sudden appearance of Jessica.
She entered the bathroom yawning, holding a cup of coffee. It wasn't the kind of cup they give out in coffee shops. It was a regular mug with a handle, obviously hot from the way Jessica warmed her hand against it.
- Good morning! She said hello. - I stopped to buy coffee on the way here, but there was a line for the restroom. One whole person... - Jessica snorted. - So, I decided to be a bit patient so I wouldn't waste two minutes waiting and use you. Luckily, kind Alice gave me the keys to your apartment.
Jessica pulled the keys out of her pocket and wiggled them over Greg's face. By the way, Jessica was dressed in a simple, sporty way today. She was wearing tight tights, a sleek jacket, and a white tank top that emphasized her beautiful, slender body, and especially her feminine breasts.
Greg saw her breasts up close as Jessica leaned toward him. Unfortunately, she did so to place the mug on his face. Out of surprise, Greg almost started to jerk his head, but he came to his senses in time. After all, if he spilled the coffee cup, all that hot liquid would spill onto his face, and he would feel much worse!
Meanwhile, Jessica got up from Greg, leaving the hot cup on his face, and turned around and smiled happily:
- Oh, there's a mirror in here! - Losing interest in Greg, she let him continue to get the burn, and began to admire herself. Twirling around in front of the mirror, Jessica examined her ass. - Do you think these leggings make me look fat?
Greg couldn't answer. The mug was burning his skin and he only tried to mumble affirmatively. Greg tried to hint to Jessica to cut him loose, but unfortunately her phone rang and she lost interest in Greg for a few more minutes.
Of course, when Jessica was done talking on the phone, she lifted the mug from Greg's face, took a sip, and crinkled her nose. Leaning over sharply, showing him her breasts, she squeamishly spit the cooled coffee into Greg's mouth.
- I hate it cold.... - she said, pouring the rest of the coffee from the mug into Greg's mouth.
Only then did Jessica easily pull off her leggings, along with her panties, and sit on Greg's face. Because of the burn, holding the sexy ass on his face was no longer as pleasurable as it had been, but Greg had no choice. He opened his mouth in time, and waited patiently, trying to guess what waste Jessica would decide to share with him. This time it was only piss.
Jessica whistled a tune as she pissed into Greg's mouth, and Greg patiently swallowed the disgusting liquid. He wanted to cry from the pain and humiliation, and Jessica was in a great mood.
- You know, I'm getting used to you, - she said. - It's so much nicer to pee in you than it is to pee in a regular toilet. It would be great if you could tell me what day my pee tastes good or bad, - Jessica said dreamily. - Jessica said dreamily. - I wonder if you would have guessed if I drank wine yesterday?
Jessica finished urinating and calmly wiped her pussy clean of residual urine and, in a familiar gesture, tucked the toilet paper into his mouth. Apparently Jessica didn't expect Greg to respond. Putting her leggings back on, she walked out of the restroom, leaving him alone, pondering her own thoughts.
Greg didn't even spend ten minutes in silence, however, because once again there was a visitor. This time, two girls entered the restroom at once, Alice and one unfamiliar lady.
- This is where we have the restroom, and... - Alice gestured toward Greg, - The owner of the apartment. I told you about him, remember?
- Yes! - The woman smiled brightly.
She looked to be about forty years old. Imposing, elegant. She had pink hair, which emphasized her originality, and round glasses. She wore a very short skirt that barely covered her ass, and shoes with huge, high heels.
- Don't you have to go to the bathroom, by the way, Miriam? - Alice asked thoughtfully. - I can wait before we look at the other apartments.
- Yes, it wouldn't hurt, - Miriam also nodded with a smile.
Alice walked out, leaving her and Greg alone, and Miriam approached Greg with interest. After looking at him intently for a few seconds, she asked:
- Is it true that you are involved in the design of this apartment?
- Yes, it is true! - Greg tried to smile. He remembered that it was in his best interest to get the apartment sold as soon as possible.
- And have you already decided what the design of the bathroom will be? - Miriam continued to ask. After hanging her purse on the hook, she easily lifted her short skirt and began to pull down her panties. To Greg's horror, he saw a red string dangling between her thighs.
- I-not yet... - Greg said, stammering.
- If I were you, I'd consider something like a throne, - Miriam said cheerfully as she moved closer to the toilet and began to sit down on Greg's open mouth. When her body was close, she asked: - can you grab the tampon string with your teeth? I don't want to get my hands dirty on it.
- Sure... - Greg mumbled, complying with the request.
He had to deftly open his mouth to catch the woman's dirty tampon, but she continued.
- The throne would look great with your face on it. Perhaps I would have bought that apartment then..... - Miriam said dreamily. - I can imagine that every day, when I come to pee in the morning, I will see a smiling face in the middle of the throne.....
Sitting down on Greg's face, Miriam immediately relaxed her bladder, pouring the disgusting liquid down his throat. But Greg was even more panicked than before. Does she want to buy the apartment WITH HIM!?
Chapter 26
While Miriam urinated down Greg's throat, he swallowed hastily, and tried to "digest" the news he had just heard. What Miriam is talking about changes everything in Steve's world. Would he really not be able to get his freedom? Will Steve become a living toilet for eternity because of some woman's whim?
Miriam, meanwhile, had finished urinating, but was in no hurry to get up off Greg's face. She fidgeted with her ass, rubbing her pussy against his lips, and stretched happily, giving her stiff muscles a rest.
- You know, maybe the throne idea is a little too fancy," she said suddenly.
Her words gave Greg hope, but what he heard next made his hope plummet into icy water.
- It would be much better to do something modern. I'll have the decorators find the best framing for your mouth," Miriam looked over her shoulder and smiled at Greg as she stood up. - Now I definitely want to buy this apartment. You'll see, I'll provide suitable comforts for you! It'll be a great life, won't it?
Slowly pulling on her panties, Miriam lowered her skirt, and headed for the bathroom exit. She took her time, letting Greg follow her with a glance, but when there was a thud of the door closing, Greg cried out.
He pondered what had happened, and thought about the future. Greg had forgotten what a "normal life" was, but he liked to walk on his own feet. He liked the freedom.
As he continued to think about what he liked, Greg was surprised to notice that he was beginning to get used to the new role Alice had defined for him. Even now, being used as a urinal, Greg admitted to himself that he retained in his mind the view of Miriam's beautiful ass. Like so many women before her.
Greg remembered Jessica, remembered her beautiful ass, her shapely legs, and her sweet smile. Hell, she really was nice to him! Jessica's only problem was that she thought it was okay to use Greg as a urinal.
As Greg continued to reminisce, he went through all the women, athletes, party girls, even the owner of the building, and.... His imagination brought Greg back to Alice's ass. She was the reason Greg was here. Because of her, Greg found himself encased in stone, condemned to spend eternity as a women's restroom.
But as he continued to think about Alice, Greg admitted to himself that under different circumstances.... He'd considered Alice as a couple. She had everything Greg himself lacked: perseverance, an inquisitive mind, courage and business acumen. Greg was devoid of all that. What could he give a woman like that in return? Only to help her create a cozy home.
After some hard thinking, Greg continued his existence in semi-automatic mode. He acted reflexively. He opened his mouth when he needed to, which was often enough. For hours, Alice would bring in customers, and each one would peek into the restroom to use Greg as a living toilet.
Greg could barely tell the difference between them, only note that the consistency of the feces and urine varied. One woman had diarrhea, while the other had the taste of alcohol in her urine.
At some point, he was alone with Alice, and he dreaded that moment. Afraid that she would pull out the whip again and start beating him in the face, but thankfully, Alice was pleased with his services. Instead of punishment, she asked:
- How did you like the customers? Did you like anyone special you'd like to sell the apartment to? - Alice asked sympathetically.
- I didn't like the girl in the red dress, she had been drinking a lot of alcohol lately. Even before she came to see me," Greg perked up immediately. - And the woman in the jeans, I think her name is Sarah, doesn't watch her diet very well. I'm sure she eats only fast food, and very soon she can get overweight....
As Greg told Alice his conclusions, her eyes sparkled with amusement, and then she laughed.
- Are you serious, Greg? I asked about their business acumen, and you did a whole analysis based on their waste?
- Well... - Embarrassed, Greg closed his eyes, afraid to look at Alice. - I had no other opportunity to study them.
- That's right... - Alice sat down on the edge of the toilet and looked into Greg's eyes, peering between her thighs. - What about my waste? What can you tell me?
Greg sensed that this was a very important question, and tried to gather his thoughts in one place, digest them, and get out what Alice needed to hear.
- From what I've eaten, you eat well, and you're healthy. You just drink a lot of coffee...
- That's right! - Alice was pleased to hear that. - Would you like a fresh batch from me?
- Sure!
Greg said at first, and then realized what it looked like. He was very embarrassed, but luckily Alice didn't emphasize it. She only quickly stood up to remove her panties and settled her pussy on Greg's mouth again, relaxing her bladder.
But as Alice urinated, she continued to study him with her gaze.
- You know, one of our clients, Miriam, asked us to design a restroom for you to use," Alice said in a low voice. - Can you imagine the nerve of her?
- UGH! - Greg mumbled, not stopping to swallow Alice's urine.
- An apartment with a live toilet would cost two or even three times as much! Especially an apartment designed by that same toilet. No... - Alice clenched her hand into a fist. - I can't give such a treasure to some insolent fool.
Finished urinating, Alice stood up abruptly, wiped herself clean of any remaining urine, and tossed the scrap of toilet paper in Greg's face. Carelessly, leaving that piece of paper lying on Greg's cheek. And she was gone.
Greg had to wait almost an hour until he could get his tongue to the piece of toilet paper and could blow it off his face. But then the long-awaited rest came for him. To Greg's great surprise, the flow of customers had dried up.
Only once did Jessica stop by, but she was so busy talking on the phone that she forgot to say hello. She just sat on his face, relaxed her bowels, filled Greg's mouth with fresh shit, and while he swallowed her disgusting waste, she quietly went about her business.
It had been a few hours. Maybe even a couple days. And then, Greg again felt a sharp prick somewhere in his lower back. The uneasy drowsiness came so quickly that Greg barely had time to realize he was falling into sleep. He had no idea where or when he would wake up.
Chapter 27
When Greg woke up, the first thing he noticed was freedom. His arms and legs, though weak, he could move them! His lower back ached terribly, and so did his neck. Greg realized he was lying on the floor, but as he tried to get up, Greg realized he was too weak.
The only things Greg didn't have pain in were his face and stomach. Which was odd, considering those were the parts of his body that had been under the most pressure lately.
After sorting out his feelings, Greg looked around, and realized he didn't recognize the room he was in. The good news was that it wasn't a restroom. The bad news was the clear coffee table on which the paperwork and pen lay. No doubt he had been brought to his senses so Greg could sign the documents. But what was in those documents?
Soon footsteps were heard. Greg saw Alice walking, accompanied by an unfamiliar woman in a business suit and black, patent shoes. They were walking toward the coffee table, and Greg was lying in their path. The girls were not embarrassed by this, and Alice took a step, pressing Greg's throat with her boot, and the stranger stepped on his face, digging her heel into his cheek.
- I'm sure the papers are in order, but I want to make sure," Alice said cheerfully, sitting down in the soft, comfortable chair.
- Let's see," the stranger said enthusiastically, sitting down next to Alice. She stretched her legs out toward Greg, and Alice immediately reminded him:
- Greg, show some hospitality by shining Camille's shoes while we're busy. This is your apartment after all!
Two dirty soles of shoes were staring at Greg at that moment. The shoes of the woman who was checking the paperwork that affected Greg's life and freedom. He didn't know if he should feel gratitude towards this woman, should he fear her? However, Greg chose not to take any chances, and honored Alice's request. But Alice, seeing how slowly Greg was doing his work, spurred him on:
- Cheer up, Greg! You look like an old, worthless shoe sponge. Be a good sponge! Because thanks to Camille, your life is going to be so much better!
- Yeah? Greg couldn't resist asking. He was still too weak to get up from the floor, but his voice was normal. However, Alice ignored his hint. She was more interested in the documents.
- Don't worry, Alice," Camille said, reading the lines. - We're in no hurry. Let the landlord lick my shoes at the pace he can afford.
- He needs to be spurred on sometimes. He and I are working on the right reflexes," Alice explained, gesticulating vigorously. - Do you want me to whip his face a little? I have a special whip...
Camilla smiled and stared at Alice, as if she were joking.
- No, spare me that kind of performance. If he needs to be spurred on, I'll do it myself.
With those words, Camille lifted her foot and, taking aim, brought her heel down on Greg's cheek, right next to his eye. Relaxing her foot, she pressed down hard, causing horrific pain to his skin. Camille twisted her foot, twisting the heel into his flesh, scratching his skin with the heel pad. But just making sure she had her foot comfortably planted, Camille immediately returned her attention to the document, and Greg ... He had no choice but to continue licking the lawyer's shoes. Thoroughly, diligently, to impress both women.
It took almost half an hour to go through the documents. In that time, Camille's shoes were licked clean and Greg's face was covered in a scattering of heel prints. Camille was putting the final prints on right now. She stood up from the couch, and with her back turned to Greg, she took a step back, pressing his lip to the floor with her heel. Camille was making her final comments, and was taking her time explaining all sorts of legal technicalities to Alice.
Unfortunately, Greg was in too much pain to focus on her words, so he was only able to come to his senses when Camille left, closing the door behind her. And Greg was left alone with Alice.
- I have to poop," Alice said, "but I can wait for you to sign the papers. How would that be better? Greg? - Alice put her foot on his face and began to swing his head around like a soccer ball.
- I don't know... Alice, what is this document?
- What does it matter? - she wondered. - I made sure he was all right. I even paid money to a lawyer!
- But... What will happen to me next? What's my fate?
- Oh, that's what you mean! - Alice laughed. Shifting her weight onto the foot in Greg's face, she took a step and sat down on the couch, stretching her legs out relaxedly. - I told you I'd need your help to make this apartment quality. However, Miriam gave me a great idea. Sell you and the apartment? That's a great idea!
Alice's words terrified Greg. He trembled with fear and could hardly hold back his tears. But Alice didn't let Greg fall into panic, continuing:
- 'But it's going to be a sale for a very big price. I've decided that everything needs to be done right, and you need to be properly trained. So. Temporarily, I bought this apartment for myself.
- You bought the apartment from me? - Greg couldn't believe it. He even had the strength to raise himself up on his elbows.
- It cost me pennies, because I help Lila with all kinds of things," Alice said. - Besides, I'm getting used to this apartment. I want to live here, using you as part of this apartment, to see if it's going to be really cozy. I'm going to get rich off you!
- But... Then why did you set me free? Why did you get me out of the bathroom?
- And how do you think you're going to do the apartment, lying around and doing nothing? - Alice frowned. - You have a lot of work to do. Besides, while you were in the cement, your body weakened a lot. I wouldn't want you to be incapacitated before I sell this apartment and make a fortune from it. I have to present you to the buyers! Think about it: would they want to buy an apartment with a barely living toilet in it?
Alice's words hurt Greg, but... The news was much better than he'd expected. If Alice would give him his freedom... Rising, Greg sat down on the couch, and, under Alice's gaze, resolutely signed the document. She'd already taken all his possessions, but now, he'd have a chance. A chance to escape.
Greg had no doubt that he'd be out of this house in an hour, as soon as Alice left him alone. And he had that chance very soon. An open door, and there were stairs down, a street, another city.....
- Greg, I still don't have a trash can! - Alice called out to him. - I have nowhere to throw my gum! Come here, I want to throw it at you!
Greg hesitated. He couldn't make up his mind to go out the door. Was he afraid of freedom? Or did he not want to leave Alice? Determined to sort out his feelings, Greg closed the door and went screaming.
Epilogue
Alice sat on Greg's shoulders and looked around, trying to find a customer in the crowd. Over the past year, Greg had gotten a lot stronger. He had managed to convince Alice that he needed the extra nutrition. If all he'd been eating all this time was Alice's shit and the garbage she dumped in his mouth, he'd have died a long time ago.
Feeling Alice's soft thighs against his cheeks, Greg willingly followed her whims, turning from side to side. Alice, seeing a customer, tugged Greg's hair and Greg went in the direction she indicated.
Greg was neatly dressed, smoothly shaved. He looked Decent. Much better than a year ago. Readily approaching his client, a mature woman in a pink skirt, Greg lowered Alice to the floor, and assumed a "chair" position, putting his face up to Alice's. Alice sat on Greg's face, fidgeting with her ass, and placed her shoe-clad feet on his soft belly.
- I've looked over the site, and I have a number of questions. Shall we discuss them here, or find a more convenient location?
- I suggest we go to my hunting lodge," she said. - But first, I have to go to the restroom.
- Don't worry about that, you can pee in my companion," Alice shrugged, rising from Greg's face. - Any time that's convenient.
- Oh, how convenient! - The woman rejoiced. 'Let's go, then.
Greg, acting on commands, craned his neck again, and Alice settled on him, using him as a riding horse. Greg willingly wheeled Alice following his client, and he smiled. Not because, on Alice's whim, he would be acting as a toilet as usual. The process was still causing Greg distress.
What made him smile was that Alice called him a companion. He couldn't even imagine how far their relationship would go. He was useful to Alice and she appreciated him. They spent so much time together. Maybe he was falling in love? Greg smiled at the thought, and picked up his pace.