Not Without a Fanum Tax

"So," Julia continued. "by this point Steph is on the ground. On her hands and knees, still in full cheerleader uniform, and dragging her toilet-head across the floor with her neck.

"Um yeah picture painted, I take it that's when you turned into this?" I gestured at the four stalls.

"Not quite, now stop interrupting," Julia shook her brown bangs, seeming to relish my error. "That's when we all started losing touch with...reality."

Julia let her eyes get real big and started to tilt her head to the side, her neck clicking mechanically as it went. Rotating on its axis, her head twisted past normal human ranges till it was practically upside-down, her forehead parallel to her shoulder bar and her wiry hair hanging down into her cleavage.

To my left, Paeton made an unexpected squirting sound, and I jumped in surprise, recoiling from the two girls in spite of myself. Julia just laughed and clicked her head back into place.

"Never gets old," she beamed, "I take it you didn't come in here to relieve yourself? The last couple boys definitely pissed themselves after seeing me pull that trick."

I shook my head with a grimace, to which Julia simply replied, "Pity."

"Do you...want to be used?" I asked, my mouth going slightly dry.

"Not particularly, that's where the head spinning comes in handy, but...," Julia looked me up and down thoughtfully, "...it's not without its perks. Gavin, can I ask you a favor?"

"Um, anything," I nodded profusely.

Her voice suddenly got very low and almost needy. "Could you flush me?"

"I'm sorry?" My voice cracked, a little.

Before Julia could reply, a chorus of wanton gurgles erupted from the other urinals, as even Laura F. seemed to stop her headless teasing. All remaining eyes began to dart back and forth as what few body parts remained mobile started to twitch in goose-pimpled anticipation. Paeton's quiet stewing seemed to evaporate as she hummed into her contorted box and the ass of the girl in the middle began to bounce and gyrate, humping the air as she sucked on the urinal cake gagging her mouth-like drain.

"*sigh* Them too I guess," Julia rolled her eyes, though even her breasts were standing at attention. "We don't want to be toilets, but whatever he did to change us made getting flushed," she whispered the word like it was something sacred," the most amazing fucking thing in the world--you have no idea."

"Does it make you orgasm?" I guessed based on their oddly impassioned reactions.

"Not quite. It's like if an orgasm, a scalp massage, a slice of chocolate cake, a hit of morphine, and how you're back feels after you crack it all had a very special baby." Julia inhaled through her nose, and exhaled through her teeth, her voice taking on a bedroom quality. "Do you understand me, Gavin?"

"Uh yeah, that sounds pretty wild," I said as I watched Julia shudder.

"Good, then what are you waiting for?"

"Well hold on. What about what happened with you and Martin, you said he made the squad lose touch with reality? What does that mean?"

"Later," she turned her head to me, pointing the oblong dongle on her temple right at my face, "just do this first." "Please," she added as I hesitated. The rest of the wall practically frothing at the drains as they watched.

"Okay fine, fine," I reached forward with a tentative hand, Julia's eyes going lidded as I gripped her by the metal fob. Hearing her breath start to slow, I reflected on the absurdity of what I was about to do wit, before giving the bendable bar a gentle push.

"Uuuwaghh auggh," Julia groan-wheezed, raising her chin to the sky as her cheeks and chest flushed red. With a soggy quake, water started streaming from the tips of her breasts, not in jets, but just a steady pour that rolled down her underboob and across her ceramic body. Shimmying in the spray, the two ovals started vibrating, rhythmically leaking more and more water into the basin where her pelvis used to be, her porcelain hips rolling as the liquid slid inside her. Expecting to be chastised again for staring, I looked up to see Julia simply overcome by the sensation, her droll irony replaced by little more than animal intelligence as she let her hybrid body buck with pleasure. The sound of ringing pipes coming from her lips like a moan.

"SuWWASHHSHHH," I heard Paeton slosh indignantly to my left.

"Yes yes, I'm getting to you, too." I sighed, leaving Julia behind as she gasped and squirmed. Grabbing Paeton by the foot and her neighbor by the pipe, I repeated the gesture sending both upturned girls into states of soppy revelry, Paeton's toes even curling in my hand.

For the girl in the middle, saying that I made her cum wasn't too far off. Stomach level with her rump, I watched her still human pussy just start gushing buckets, soaking her ceramic head down below, all the while those long legs of hers just kept kicking and thrusting in the air with excitement. Hr eyes rolled back as they slipped beneath the spray, and I swear I could even hear screams of laughter coming from somewhere deep behind her basket gag. For Paeton it was a bit more complex. The leg above her head--and what I realized was her arm around it--started sweating profusely, dripping from the nape of her knee and armpit in cartoonish amounts. Cascading down her hair and face, the twisted girl seemed to lose all sense of her surroundings, just nuzzling her metal cunt with her glued on mouth, a smile across her "lips" for the first time since I'd arrived. Shivering like a lover in the rain, her glowering eyes became dull and unfocused, her sole attention being to make a meal out herself as water drained through the cracks.

Finally moving to Laura F., I hit the standard flusher where her head should to be and watched as her fingers went wild. No sooner had I stroked the handle, did a hand lash out to grab me, holding me by the pant leg as she spasmed and water streamed from her tiny shoulders. Undulating like the rest, I realized without her senses this was probably the first form of contact she'd experienced all day, so rather than recoiling I simply let her hold onto me as the sensation took its toll on her. The yearning in her grip was palpable but unsure how best to reassure her, I just moved in close and started stroking her side, struck by the strange vulnerability of it all.

Bleary-eyed and gasping, Julia leaned her head against her shoulder, trying desperately to flick the knob again as the last of the water slid down her drains, her breasts still slick and dripping. Paeton and Legs, as I dubbed her (I never did learn her name), had similarly plateaued, rubbing themselves hungrily as their eyes refocused on me.

"Oh Gavin!" Julia called, silvery eyes still alive with heat. "You didn't think...it'd be just the once...did you?" asking as she leered breathily, a note of pleading just behind her otherwise bold and confident tone. "I am multi-flush-gasmic after all *hehe*." She pulled her lips into an inviting smile, her eyes still a bit crazed in the afterglow.

Laura F.'s grip tightened on my trousers, and I grimaced a little, feeling embarrassed and bit used after the girls' display. "Yeahhh, sorry Julia, I don't know, this is a bit too weird for me. I'm sure it's gotta suck being stuck to that wall, but 'getting you all off' is a little much for me. I think I better go..."

"You can grab a tit," Julia countered.

"I'm sorry?" I choked, stalling in my tracks.

"If you flush me, you can grab a tit," Julia repeated, not missing a beat, her nonchalance returned.

"Gee, I don't know, I'm not really...," I stuttered.

"Oh please, you've been staring at them since you arrived," she said with a limbless shrug. "Grab a boob, get it out of your system, then give me a flush. I bet the other girls would happily make you offers for a second round, as well."

"That's not really...," I meant to say "necessary" but forgot the word as Paeton and her neighbor nodded, the latter using her butt to shake an emphatic "yes" as affirmatively as she could. Laura F.'s tender hand had a similar idea as it probed its way bolder and deeper inside my inner thigh.

"Okay fine," I relented, "here, Laura, give me one sec," I said trying to pull her fingers off my inseem as gingerly as possible. Still not sure if she could hear me, I stroked her fingernails one last time before moving to Julia, my heart panging as I watched Laura F. struggle, trying to find me again in the dark. Feeling terrible, I just hit the knob, sending her porcelain basin quivering like an electrocuted frog. As she crushed her tiny boppers between her fists, I hoped she was finally getting the release she'd been stroking for, for so so long.

"Now, it's a flush per boob," Julia said didactically, my hands already on the way to grasp her. I recoiled only slightly, but thought better of it to say, "That's not something you can really enforce though, now is it?"

"Ooh someone's gotten cocky," the brunette replied, trying to talk over the ringing of Laura F.'s, pipes, "but you do this on MY terms. I may be a girl-rinal now, but soon as I'm not, I can make things very bad for you."

"Quite the threat," I nodded, but she was right about one thing, I was suddenly feeling pretty brazen. "Guess I DON'T have to flush you," I said, turning on my heels.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's not what I meant. That's not what I meant. We're bargaining," she shot back, her voice astonished, but more amused than perturbed.

"Then how 'bout we stick to the original offer," I said, watching her shiver as I stroked her temple. "One flush, one boob, and we can negotiate the rest as we go,"

"Mm fuck. Deal," she half-whimpered, my hand once more on her dongle, bending it against her cheek as my fingers found her left breast. And sunk in.

I wasn't prepared for how squishy it was going to be. Her entire breast just kind of rolled out of my hand, its curves squeezing past my fingers as I cupped her breast. The whole thing flopped out of my hand with a splash, and worried that I'd wasted my grab I looked up at Julia to see if I was allowed another handful. Considering she was gasping as her eyes rolled like sevens in a slot machine, I figured she wouldn't object if I scooped up her breast again. Per the bargain, I was careful not to graze her other mammary, but I got my "flush's" worth, rubbing and kneading her breast like Play-doh as Julia came, it's fullness still uncanny to my perverted brain.

Hand still on the tit, my sleeve getting pretty, I reached for Legs next. "Tell me how many spanks is one flush worth to you? Blink for each slap you're willing to take." The upside down girl batted her eyes, as I counted three blinks, the pipe sticking out of her rear end waggling in anticipation. Pausing only briefly, I nodded down at her, content with the terms.

Twisting her handle, I traced my free hand down to her heinie and gave it a resounding smack, pinching Julia's areola in my other fist as I did. This seemed to be break Julia from her revelry who stared at me aghast, as her nipple drooled in my palm. Feeling bad, I opted to flush her again, on the off chance I'd been too rough, and this seemed to be the right answer. Howling metallically in time to the bend of her dongle, Julia mouthed a wordless "thank you", no longer caring as I mauled her breast and delivered Legs' her second spank, the sound echoing like a snare drum in the empty bathroom. For her part, Legs had simply gone rigid her muscles in her legs tensing and untensing as I rubbed the growing pink spot just above her drooling cooze. I started to smile, but it was cut short as I noticed Paeton staring daggers at me as she awaited her turn.

Grabbing a final spank for the road, I moved to Paeton, not entirely sure what I wanted from her in her contorted state. The cheerleader seemed to grasp my indecision, pulling her fingers out of her ceramic ass with a satisfying pop and reaching up to grab my erection through my trousers. Unfortunately she missed her target and grabbed me by the balls instead.

"JEESUS," I swore, pushing her hand away as the sickening sweet pain ran up my abdomen. "I appreciate the attempt at a handy Paeton, but I think neither of us will be pleased with the results." So saying I grabbed onto her foot and pulled, "here, you can have this one for free."

The look of gratitude in Paeton's eyes was short-lived as the gushing water drove her back into the throes of pleasure, her tongue and gutter jiggling as I, like an unattended toddler, ran back to the farthest urinal, preparing to flush all four again.

"Why does Laura F. not have to make a deal?" Whined Julia watching as I turned the headless girl's handle for a third time.

"'Cause I can't even tell if she consented to the first two," I replied, though my nobility sounded pretty hollow even to me. With trades on the table, I was starting to have fun, seeing what I could weasel out of the girls as I watched them writhe.

"It's a boob per flush, right? Cause I want both this time." Now you, blink twice if you'll squeeze my head with your thighs." "Julia, time to pucker up, you can show me how much you want that flush with your tongue." "K' Legs, better start blinking. It's spanking time again and the price has just gone up. It's that or I'm fingering that spout."

Flushing and groping, smacking and squeezing, I ran back and forth, becoming more and more commanding as I went. I even found something for Paeton to give, wanting to see what would happen if I made her overflow. It was a trade she was more than happy to make as it simply meant getting more flush-gasms than the other girls. Fully expecting my increasingly impulsive demands to get shot down, I was shocked to find each girl agreeing with me again and again, just to get their next hit of soggy euphoria.

Pretty soon, I was frenching with Julia, one hand on her breast the other playing with Legs' butt as Paeton and Laura F. bucked around me, the walls themselves now vibrating around us. The overflow from Paeton had long since splashed on to the floor, as her eyes and nostrils had even started squirting water so she could keep up with the demand. Now just mindlessly tonguing herself, most of her face was underwater and all of her anger was dribbling out her ears, just a giddy autoerotic fountain. As for her part, Laura F. no longer needed me touch her handle (or maybe it had gotten stuck), her porcelain body was just constantly achieving orgasm after orgasm as her drain rang incessantly.

Withdrawing my tongue from Julia's tonsils, I continued our little ritual, grabbing her handle and clump of her hair as I spoke.

"If you want the next flush, I, um, get to touch your pussy..."

"Oh fuck, yes!" The brunette cried, her tits still spraying water like a cataract.

"...And you'll tell me your phone number," I added on a whim, not having to wait long for confirmation as I pulled.

"Yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck, yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, yes...1...3...3," Julia wailed, already grinding against my hand as I reached under her grate.

Pulling the white basket aside with minimal effort, I grabbed her by the urinal cake and squeezed. Not as satisfying to hold as her breasts, it did seem to have an effect on Julia, who even after five flushes still had room to go, rocking her head back and forth like a woman possessed.

"4...6...mmmm, fahh, mmmmm OH MAH GUDDDDDDD!" Julia's digits got lost, as did most of her consonants, as her groans transitioned to screams, but feeling something of a contact high, I leaned into it.

Locking lips with her, I partly muffled or at least changed the note she was on as I bit down on her bottom lip, still rubbing her cake as all her water drained away.

We probably could have continued like that for quite some time, but our collective revelry was shattered by the crackle of a high school intercom.

"~All students need to report to home room at this time. All students please report to home room. Attendance will be taken and any absences may result in disciplinary action. Yes this is a Martin request.~"

"You fuck...*gasp* augh, you should....probably get going," shuddered Julia, withdrawing her lips from mine.

"Eh, I'll stay," I smarmed, hand reflexively reaching for her temple.

"Mm nmm...," she shook her head, weakly pulling her handle away for the first time that afternoon, "It's been fun...Gavin, really...but if my brother is calling the shots...you need to get going *exhale* lest you end up...on a wall, too."

"Martin's your brother?"

She grimaced, but nodded soberly, surveying the water damage the four girls and I had caused.

"Huh, that's probably good to know," I swallowed. My shoes still squishy, I walked over and tried to push Laura F.'s handle back into place, hoping she'd wind down eventually. She once more reached for my pant leg, but just kind of gave up partway through, her hands hanging limply in her basin. Turning to go, I nodded curtly at Legs and Paeton. Their expressions were a touch inscrutable, eyes crossed, closed or rolled upward, so I figured they were still pretty blitzed. I gave Legs one last flush, pretty sure she was short one.

"Um thanks," I said awkwardly to the room.

"No no, uh...thank you," Julia replied, her voice a little worn out. "I think...I'm gonna take a nap." She yawned and smiled moving to rest her head on her right shoulder, her eyes closed.

"Smart,' I gulped, my previous confidence waning. But while I still had some of it, I departed for home room, pocketing the urinal cake shaped like Julia's labia, I still had clutched in my hands.