Flushed

I wake up, thoughts of yesterdays happenings still fresh in my mind. God, if I could have another experience like that it would be great. I open my eyes, sensing I was somewhere cool. With little light coming from a night, I quickly realize I was in a bathroom. It felt like my mouth was wide open but my lips closed, saliva pooled up in the back of my throat. I look around nervously, noticing my position next to the bath tub. My blood ran cold as I realize I was now a toilet, patiently waiting to find out my new owner for the day. I didn’t have to wait long as I heard rustling coming from the attached bedroom, the soft padding of tired delicate feet making their way to the bathroom. A hand reached in and turned on the light, the woman stepping in a gorgeous beauty. I instantly recognized her, a close friend that got me through a lot of hard times and secretly had a crush on me. It was Sarah, the largest out of all the girls I called friends. Standing at about six feet, everything about her was large but oddly enough, she carried her weight well with it in all of the right places to give her wonderful curves. Her breast were full and jiggly, her ass large and stretching out everything she wore. Here thighs were like tree trucks but soft to the tough. Though at the moment, she was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her. I have a thing about women who just woke up, their beauty raw and natural with no makeup to cover up their natural beauty. I actually forgot what I had turned into until she walked over to me and turned around, picking up the toilet lid that was my upper lip and then promptly sitting down on my awaiting opened mouth as she pulled down the panties she wore to bed as the lower half of her pajamas. I sudden realize how heavy she really was as her weight settled on top of me, her ass cheeks spreading across my mouth and spilling over the sides. With a sigh coming from her, I feel and taste her piss hit the front of my throat as it mixed with the saliva. She sat there, tiredly looking across her bathroom absent mindedly until the piss slowly subsided. I thought she was thankfully done until I felt her ass cheeks clinch and then I tasted what was about to come. Shit slowly slid out of her, landing in the back of my throat as I wished I could just swallow to get rid of the taste. Objects have no control of such things, so I just sat there as more shit slipped into my mouth until she was done. Leaning to one side, her hand brought a wad of toilet paper and rubbed her asshole until it was relatively clean. Finished, she tossed the wad in my awaiting mouth and reached back pulling on my ear that was the toilet handle. I finally got my wish and swallowed her waste, the taste lingering in my mouth due to a few streaks left behind by her shit. She sat there for a moment before standing up and stepping out of her panties, looking back at me and letting out a sigh. Reaching behind me, her hand came back with a toilet brush. She jammed it down my throat as she scrubbed at the streaks, making me deep throat the brush till my mouth was clean. She pulled my ear and I swallowed again, this time the taste of shit gone. Done with me she stepped into the shower, me being thankful this ordeal and object experience was over. I watch as she cleaned her body, stepping out in front of me when she was done, drops of water falling on top of me and into my open mouth as she walked by. I closed my eyes, waiting for me to drift off to sleep and be done with this ordeal but sleep never came. I just sat there in the darkness as I realized a toilet is used more than once in a day. And that’s how my day went, Sarah coming in every now and then to pee, each time thankful when she didn’t have to take a shit. Nighttime came and she walked in, slowly taking off her clothes as she got ready for bed. Brushing her teeth, she walked around her bathroom. Finished, she walked over to me and spit out the contents of her mouth. The taste of toothpaste exploded in my mouth as I sat there, awkwardly turned on from her unwarily spitting in my mouth. She repeated the process with mouth wash before sitting down on my face once again, the taste of her piss entering my mouth. I knew it was coming before I even tasted it, the log of shit hitting the back of my throat. This time it felt different though, as if it was to large for me to swallow. More and more filled my mouth as I started to panic, her hand with piece of toilet paper wiping her asshole and dropping it into my mouth. She pulled on my ear and I tried to swallow everything but it got caught in my throat, the level of the mixture of saliva, piss and shit rising to the rim of my mouth. I hear her cuss under her breath as she reached behind me once again, this time her hand appearing with a plunger. She shoved it against the back of my throat and started thrusting, the plunger sealing around the back of my throat. With each thrust, it would push the waste down my throat and then the suction would pull the clog back until everything was unclogged, draining slowly through me. She watched it patiently, pushing on my ear once again to wash away the remnants. A frown appeared on her lips as she replaced the plunger and came back with the brush once again, shoving down my throat as she scrubbed the streaks. Satisfied my mouth and throat was now clean, she gave my ear one last push and then walked out of the bathroom, my mouth swallowing everything she just cleaned off while she turned off the light. Thankfully, I felt sleep pulling on my conscience. I fell asleep thinking how this experience could get any worst…