It won't be all night

After three hours of women reading the out of order sign and moving on. A few **** women peeked past the sign and looked at me in disgust and left. The shit in your mouth has saturated your taste buds. You have gone slightly insane and know you will never be quite the same again even when you are released from your transformation.

Finally, a hispanic woman enters your stall in a white uniform. She rolls in a bucket with many mop handles and bottles. Then you see the plunger in her hand now enter your mouth. Soon, she is pushing and forcing the shit and toilet papter down your throat. Then she flushes the toilet. At least that's over with.

Next, she squirts a blue liquid into your mouth and uses a toilet brush to scrub the insides of your mouth. That actually feels pretty good. The cleaner has a bitter taste but much better than shit, for sure.

She flushes it once more and squirts some more blue cleaner into your mouth. Then she packs up and as she is leaving, she pulls the out of order sign off the stall door. It's not more than a few seconds before a woman about thirty-five enters. She has short blonde hair and looks like a soccer mom. She rushes her pants down to plop her ass onto your open mouth. Her weight is felt on your open mouth as if she is sitting on your face.

You hear and smell a long hissing fart. That's not a good sign. Please just fart and leave. She sits there and you can hear a faint grunt. Then you catch the crackle of shit sliding out of her asshole. It kerplunks into your watery mouth. The intense taste of shjt is driving you crazy. This nice soccer mom strains another long turd out and you have to suffer even more.