"You have to be quiet or they'll hear us," my friend's uncle was gruff, but doing his best to quiet down his son.

We were all dressed in black, scuffling through the woods in a sleepy neighborhood. I was the lone person unrelated to this group of men, but their female relatives worked to get us out of the country. We were far from home, but close to freedom.

"That's the house. Ok, everyone, the instructions are to sprint into the home. There are lots of lookouts in this neighborhood and many of the women are sympathetic to the regime."

We were one stop away from freedom on the underground maleroad and so we followed instructions and sprinted. We hit the doorway and were hustled inside, but the kid who was struggling to keep quiet tripped coming in and we saw a light go on next door.

"Shit... Hurry, get in," her name was Melissa, that's what I knew about her. She had platinum blonde hair and was very pretty, "Stay down on the ground and remain quiet. I only have space for one more person in my stable, and nobody would want that job."

I didn't hear her because all I heard was my own thoughts making me go insane.

And it was all insane. The women came into power quickly, but there was an immense amount of trouble getting everyone to fall in line. Many women didn't even want slaves, but were told they had to enslave men, so just as quickly as women came into power, other women were helping men find their way to safer countries. Though that now seemed impossibly naive to think they'd stop just here in America. I last heard they had the entire northern hemisphere and every other country on earth was just negotiating about their absorption into the empire. But I only heard things from my place down here. It was unthinkable what I had become.

It was all unthinkable, at one point, but now... It's just a distant memory. My last night of freedom.

"Everyone stay down. Let me check something," Melissa stood directly over me and I looked up at her giant butt, round and gorgeous in her jeans. I'd come to know that ass very, VERY well.

Melissa surveilled out her window and turned on her lights. She was watching something and counting.

"Come on, Jaclyn... Don't turn on your lights... Fuck... One...," Melissa paused, "And that's it? Just one?"

Melissa picked up her phone and dialed a three digit number.

"Yes, hello. I'd like to report a runner. Uh huh. No. Singular. Only one. I am holding them and will claim them. Yes. Thank you."

She hung up the phone and then spoke frantically.

"You are all in danger. The last person to come in was spotted. I have a spotter working with those sympathetic to the cause. There are some neighbors that suspect that I'm on the underground maleroad, and they're right, but I have avoided suspicion because I call in and claim slaves when they're spotted. One of you was, so one of you has to be claimed as a slave and the rest of you will be safe. Pick one person or someone can volunteer. I will tell you now, though, this slave will not be afforded the same safety I've been able to offer others. The job is to be my..."

All six of the other men pointed at me. They were all related and I was a straggler. My friend, John, mouthed, "I'm so sorry." to me.

"Ok," Melissa lifted up a plank and the other men scurried into a hidden basement, "They'll get here quick. Put these handcuffs on."

I did as she said and saw some men in the other room. Why were they able to roam around... Oh my god. They had the markings of slaves. This...

"Sorry," Melissa said, "It's the only way."

She hit me hard over the head with a pan.

-

When I came to, there was a very fat woman in the uniform I'd only ever seen on tv. She was talking with Melissa.

"This makes slave number 20! You have a full stable," the fat woman said, "Why'd you wait to fill this job, though? This is the big one. Most women start with it."

Melissa turned to me without an ounce of sympathy in her eyes. She was a good actress, "I've been good at finding these runners, so I wanted to get them in here, first. Plus, what a terrible life this will be for the slave. I figured it would be kind of like my absolutely victory, you know? I've been thinking about this for a long time, so now the delayed gratification will feel even better."

"Heh, good point. So the box is installed. Once we get him in there, you're good to go. Hahahaha! Literally, good to go!"

"That's a good one," Melissa slapped the fat woman on her arm.

"I know," she bent over and inserted a chip into my arm and then some kind of lasering branded me, "I've been using that one for a while now."

Melissa turned her attention to me, "Ok, slave, get in the box..."

They walked while I crawled. From there, the fat soldier woman started to restrain me with my head in what was very clearly a toilet. There was no mistaking what was about to happen to me...

"It's always remarkable that they just fucking do what we say, right," Melissa said to the fat soldier.

"Not remarkable to me, at least. That's why we took over so fast. You know I was there when Christine signed the Lose Her Son Act? I was there when she made the old President eat her shit on TV."

Melissa seemed genuinely impressed, "No way! Really?! I couldn't believe how much shit she had that day. He ate it astonishingly quickly, too."

"That's because men know they're nothing but slaves for us. The ones that know what's good for them," the fat soldier looked at me for the first time and I realized she had a very pretty face, "Alright, well... Damn, it's too bad I don't have to go or I'd verify that it understands its new position."

"That's alright. I can go right now to verify," Melissa looked down at me with a face of pure evil, "I go 3-5 times a day anymore. The nutrition diet they have us on has worked wonders."

The fat soldier laughed, "Yeah, toilets can barely keep up."

Melissa pulled her pants down and then sat with her big, perfect, pale white ass over my face. I wanted to cry, but I was still in shock.

She ripped a fart that felt like it would rumble the house down.

BARRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM

"Jesus," the fat soldier was laughing, "He's got the real shit end of this."

Melissa smiled, she laughed, "Honey, you have no idea..."

I had been staring at her big ass, but now I saw the true threat.

Melissa's anus seemingly vanished as her sphincter opened and I saw nothing. It looked like a void.

But then the only voiding was her with her bowels.

Melissa's shit came freely and fast. My mouth was open, but that was more in shock than anything. It didn't matter. Melissa's shit soon filled my mouth swiftly and completely.

"Wow... He couldn't talk if he wanted to," the fat soldier said with a cackle.

"The only thing this slave will be saying for the rest of its life, is 'thank You Goddess for using me as Your toilet'. What a pathetic being. Finally, though, am I right?"

Melissa's shit kept coming, it was like one turd after another.

At one point I thought I wouldn't be able to breathe. Melissa farted again, but I couldn't even smell it. Her shit was my entire being.

"Oh hang on... Hang on," Melissa said in theater to the soldier.

She then unloaded another wave of shit that added weight to the already massive pile on my face

They both laughed and watched as I started to eat Melissa's waste. There really was no arguing with my new role. I was in fact Melissa's toilet.

"Go ahead, toilet. Say it," Melissa's pretty face was staring down at me with that same smug look of a winner over that of a clear loser.

"Th-... Thanks.... Thank you, Master."

She kicked me in the only spot that was exposed from "the box".

"OUCH! Thank You, Goddess! Thank You Goddess for using me as Your toilet!"

The fat solider laughed harder and put her stamp and seal on a document that I knew rendered me as property of Melissa for the rest of her life, and should I outlive her, I was property of the FEMpire.

There was no escape.

I was now a toilet.

-

The fat soldier was long gone and one of the other slaves came in to look down at me. He called himself "bathroom cleaner".

Not a name. "Bathroom cleaner" was the name he gave himself. That's not a name! That's a job!

"I know it's not a name, but soon you're just going to be toilet. Melissa is an ally to men everywhere, though."

"She can't be."

"How can you say that! She saved us," Bathroom cleaner, or BC, said.

"She just took a fucking shit in my mouth and then I ate it. Then, BC, as if that wasn't enough, she had me thank her. An ally..."

"She saved those other men, though. How many did you come with."

"I don't remember. I lost count of those traitors as I was counting the turds out of her ass."

BC shook his head, "You're so selfish."

It left me alone and cleaned Melissa's sink and other things in the bathroom while Melissa did god knows what.

She returned home some time later. I no longer had concept of time.

"Hey toilet," Melissa said it so casually, all the while removing her pants and sitting over my face with her giant, beautiful ass.

Melissa ripped a fart that smelled like broccoli and shit.

PURRRRPT

"Come on, Melissa, don't do this," i pleaded.

"It doesn't matter. At this point, you need my shit to live. Inside that box, when I flush, there's a water and nutrient mix that keeps you alive, but it only works with my shit in your system. That's how it works now. It's honestly brilliant. You just need to learn to enjoy my feces. Learn to love it. Don't pretend like it's something else. I don't want you escaping in fantasies. I want you to learn to love this new reality. That you're my toilet."

i began to cry.

"Cry alllll you want toilet."

She shit a very large load. It was a three foot long unbroken turd and it filled my mouth and covered my face. When she stood up she said, "Huh. Kind of a small load."

I cried even more as she wiped, flushed, and left me in the dark...

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I spent the night working my way through the monster turd that sat on my face. It stunk so bad and even though I wretched almost constantly, I couldn't vomit. It was part of the mix they made in the box.

"He's real, alright," I heard male voices.

"She wouldn't, though. She's been such an ally. She's probably gotten hundreds of men across the line."

"I heard her talking to that fat guard. She's not really getting them out. She's the one called the guards."

A slave's face looked over the lid and saw me with maybe two more bites of Melissa's turd left.

"I'm kitchen slave. This is one of the gardener slaves. He didn't believe Mistress Melissa would keep a toilet."

"Well she did."

Gardener slave said, "Wow... I though my job was bad. I do back breaking labor all around her yard, but this... This is the worst job."

"Yeah, that's why she saved it for last," kitchen slave said, "She didn't want a toilet. But she is using it because otherwise they'll find her out."

"I think she wanted all of us," I said.

Kitchen slave looked upset.

"Don't talk bad about my Mistress. She could have just turned you over to the government."

"Maybe that's what she is doing with the others," I said.

They angrily left. But who cared. What could they do to me?

Well a day later, I sure found out.

Melissa came in, holding her belly.

"Oh man, toilet. You're not going to like this. I'm kind of getting used to it, though. This is kind of fun."

She pulled down her leggings and sat her giant ass over my face. I was definitely not getting used to her asshole being pointed directly at my mouth.

A really loud fart pushed out with an intense smell and a fiery heat.

BROOOOOOOOOOFFFFFF

"It's like kitchen slave made yesterday's meals to punish you! Hahaha," she laughed, "You're nothing but my toilet, now. And you know what happens to toilets?"

She was being more cruel than usual as she let out another hot fart.

BBBBBBBUUURRRRRRRRRFFFFF

"Ooooooo... Kitchen slave made me a nice breakfast and gave me milk with every meal, I had four servings of beans at lunch, and chili for dinner. He also made these biscuits I love, so I ate a ton of them."

She ripped another fart right in my face.

BBBBBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOOOORRRRRFFFFFFFFFF

It was so loud inside the bowl and the stench wouldn't leave.

I heard her talk to herself, "God that stinks. Oh man. It smells so bad."

There's something incredibly humiliating about hearing someone that's shitting on you complain about the stink. They're the person making the stink and they're doing it directly in your face. She farted again.

BbbbbbBBBBRRRROOOUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFF

"Oh god... I know there's shit in me... Ugh," Melissa grabbed a button and pushed it as my head started raising to meet her asshole, "toilet, use your tongue. I read that a slave's tongue up the ass loosens everything up and actually stimulates the rectum into shitting."

My face was literally touching her anus, "You want me to make it easier for you to shit in my mouth?!"

"Yes! I do," she farted point blank in my face.

PUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSTTHTHTHTHTHTHTTH

"NOW DO IT, tOILET!"

My tongue was already lined up with her asshole, but I pushed my tongue and felt some slight resistance against her sphincter. She relaxed her sphincter and my tongue slid up slowly into her anus and then as I kept pushing, I felt my tongue reach into her rectum. She made a noise that was like pleasure mixed with satisfaction. I felt her sphincter tighten around my tongue. She was shitting out my tongue...

"There we go. That does it. Uhhhhh. Oooooooooooo. Ahhhh. Ahhhh."

Melissa pressed another button and my head returned to its normal position.

The first piece of shit that fell out of her ass was more like mud. It was so small, the size of an M&M, maybe. When it hit my tongue, I noticed that it tasted worse than the other shit I'd eaten. I noticed that it was spicy, too. I noticed how just this tiny little speck of shit couldn't possibly be the entire load.........

But the thing I noticed most was how atrociously awful it smelled. It was the worst smelling thing I'd ever had around me in my entire life. I couldn't believe how fucking awful it was. It was undeniably shit and it made me lose my mind. I couldn't imagine this stink in my worst nightmare.

And it was just beginning.

"Jesus... That's fucking terrible... I know you want to leave, but I want you in here for this."

"Of course you do, you're shitting in my mouth."

Melissa laughed, "No, I'm talking to bathroom slave. I told him to stay in here so he could describe how fucking bad this one is. It stinks, doesn't it?"

"Do you want me to be honest, Mistress?"

"Yes, bathroom slave, be real."

He said, "This is the worst thing I've ever smelled. I can't believe that you just took that whole shit in his mouth."

She laughed again, "I haven't even begun yet! Look at his mouth!"

I saw her ass pull forward and his face looking down. I opened my mouth so he could see the little, tiny speck of shit that had come.

"Oh, Mistress... This is going to be very epic for you!"

The fucker sounded happy.

Melissa sat back to normal, "Yes it is, bathroom slave. Yes it is."

She sighed again, getting ready to finally release the terrible waste that was inside her.

It was less turds and more mud, still. They looked kind of like turds coming out of her ass, but the truth is that they smacked into my mouth and became one giant mud patty immediately. She was shitting these tiny turds one at a time, but in rapid succession. There were no less than 40 little half inch pieces and they piled up quickly. The smell got worse somehow and I wanted to throw up.

"One of the things in the mix relaxes your gag reflex and makes it so you can't throw up. I hear you down there, chewing on my shit."

Melissa's ass wouldn't stop unloading. The shit piled more and more around my mouth, some went up my right nostril and I was having a hard time breathing. The box adjusted my head like it knew. Her shit slipped out of my nose and then the box put my face back down.

She just kept on shitting. It was at least an entire minute of her just letting out these little turds that stuck together, and when she was done, there was a huge pile covering my entire face.

She sat there while I started to eat. It was taking forever because the smell was so awful.

"You have to get faster at eating my shit. I don't care if it's smelly or tastes bad. It's your job. I need you to be faster because I don't want this smell getting out. And you're making bathroom slave sick."

I could hear him. He actually got sick in the porcelain toilet. He wasn't the one with the turds on his tongue.

"Do you want to taste it, bathroom slave? Maybe you want to switch places with toilet here," She laughed, "Don't worry, I'm kidding. I like this toilet. This is a good toilet."

I wasn't able to see because my eyes were covered, but I could feel her ass still above me. I finally got most of it down. I could talk.

"Th- Th- Thank you Mistress. For shitting... For shitting in my-....... For shitting in my mouth."

"All together."

"Thank you Mistress for shitting into my mouth."

She didn't move and hadn't "flushed" yet...

"No..."

She busted out laughing, "Yes!"

A huge fart sprayed me with her shit and then an absolutely huge pile of sludge started to exit her asshole and fill up my mouth. It was like concrete mix being poured into my mouth and then it piled on top of my face. It was three times as big as the first wave of shit and twice as hot. The heat of her dump was astounding. And the capsaicin from the chili was still intact, so my face was burning.

"You should see yourself!!! Hahahahaha! My shit is completely covering your face! Hahahahahaha!!! You're so pathetic!"

I couldn't do anything except eat. I would be able to breathe otherwise. I started to chew and swallow and just focused on that because I was running out of breath and would aspirate on her dung otherwise.

I made it through enough of her shit that I had a nostril free and I started to breathe.

"Oooooo barely made it, toilet. Nice work, but you're still not eating my shit fast enough. We'll have to train with Jaclyn."

I still couldn't see, but I knew she wasn't hovering over me anymore. Then I heard her at the door.

"When he's done with my poop, go ahead and flush for me, bathroom slave," she left and closed the door, but shouted from the other side, "And shut the lid! That stinks!"

When it was safe, I said, "Kitchen slave gave her that meal on purpose, didn't he?"

Bathroom slave said, "Yes. He said the chili and milk were for stink and power. The biscuits were for volume. He said to tell you there was more coming. And worse. He really loves our Mistress."

"Well our Mistress isn't shitting on him, is she?"

"She's saved hundreds, maybe thousands of men. She's a good person. Here," he flushed which makes it much easier to swallow and cleans my face, "You should have tried to eat faster. Jaclyn is much more mean..."

-------

I had eaten so much of Melissa's shit that I could tell what she'd eaten based on the load. She thought it was funny when I asked, "How were the bananas?".

It was a sunny day, I was told. I would never see the sun again. I heard another female voice in the house.

"And so I asked them which one of them they'd give up. So of course they picked this one and here he is."

Two faces were now looking down at me. Melissa's pretty face framed by her platinum hair. Jaclyn is cute, a brunette.

"How is it doing," Jaclyn asked, "Can it take a full load?"

Melissa said, "Yeah, but it's honestly so much better than I ever imagined. I can't believe I waited this long."

"I told you!"

"When its friends turned on him, I thought he was going to cry. He looked so pathetic. But they're the ones that got fucked in the end."

They were laughing so hard.

I said, "I thought you helped them get to Canada?"

That only made them laugh more.

Jaclyn said, "He believes it!"

"They all do," Melissa shouted, in tears from laughing so hard, "They all think their friends and family are free!"

I was confused.

"Look at its face," Jaclyn said, pointing, "Everyone that has ended up at Melissa's ends up a slave."

Melissa settled down, "Oh man. There is an Underground Maleroad, but if we blew it up then people would just choose a different route. They think I'm the last stop, but the truth is that we always say there was 'one' person caught running and I always have the group pick someone to be a slave. They think that person is the only one left and then they all get in the cellar which has a tunnel to Jaclyn's house with a one way door. Once they enter through the door to enter the tunnel, they can't come back up. There are guards at Jaclyn's and they take the rest of the slaves to be a part of the FEMpire's HQ toilets or whatever slaves are needed. They're servicing the masses, now."

"So, all those people that were with me..."

"They condemned themselves to a life of slavery much worse than what you got," Melissa said.

"Well, maybe not... I have to go," Jaclyn said innocently, "Do you mind if I use your toilet?"

"It will be its pleasure. Jaclyn. Toilet slave..." Melissa left the room.

Jaclyn turned around and I saw her amazing ass. In the times prior, I would have been excited to see an ass that juicy come toward my face. But now...

"And the best part is, slave, that you're never going to get free. The FEMpire has done all that is needed to own men. There will be resistance, but in the end, you'll always do what is necessary..."

Jaclyn's ass was outrageous. I couldn't believe how perfect it was, but then I saw its true power when she farted.

PPPPPPRRRRRROOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP

A slick, dark brown turd snaked out and hit directly in my mouth. The stench was foul and assaulted my nose.

Her poop coiled around and around and around. It was remarkable how the shit never broke. It was thicker in some spots and a few farts escaped around the edges of her shit, but the turd remained intact.

She wasn't grunting and her shit was flowing so easily that it could only be the result of a healthy diet. When she was done, It had coiled almost perfectly.

Jaclyn looked down and immediately decided she had to have a photo of her poop on my face.

"Wow. Isn't that an impressive dump I just took on your face, slave? Isn't that an impressive dump I just took in your mouth? Tell me how impressed you are by how amazing I am and how pathetic you are."

"Thank you for shitting it in my mouth, Mistress Jaclyn. This is a most impressive dump and I'm very lucky you allowed me to catch your poop in my mouth."

"That's right. I'm the best... Now... Eat my poop, toilet."

I started with a big chomp on one end. It was coiled nicely, but shit is sticky and it was stuck together. I couldn't just eat it like a spaghetti noodle. I took another bite and she smiled very wide.

"That's it. Eat my poop. Eat my shit, slave."

With her dump directly under my nose, in my mouth, and on my face, I realized that the FEMpire had truly won and that escape was a pipe dream. I would simply have to accept that I was now Melissa's toilet. The FEMpire is here. Long live the FEMpire....