Not meat.

I knew Glenda usually had her friend Joyce over for breakfast with us on several occasions. Joyce was a tall woman with breasts that would fit in the palm of a hand. I had often fantasized about her for a while. Now, I thought I heard her voice coming from the kitchen as she chatted with Glenda.

Then I heard footsteps approaching. And both women looked down at me with smiles on their faces.

Glenda turned to her and said, "Thanks again for having Roger installed here. I'm sure we'll get along a lot better. He was such a disappointment as a husband."

"Well, the divorce went quick with his new lifestyle adjustments." Joyce kept her eyes on me and snickered. Then she looked like she had a new thought. "Do you mind if I use your toilet? That coffee we had is going right through me."

"Not at all," Glenda said. "I haven't read through the whole manual yet, but I know he can handle pee."

Glenda stepped away, and I heard the door close. Joyce smiled down at me and wasted no time turning and pulling down her jeans and panties to reveal a meaty rump. She plopped down on the seat, and the mechanical contraption had my face raised close enough to her ass that I found the warmth from her skin. She sprayed pee into my mouth, and despite trying to spit it out, something in my brain activated, and I swallowed it down with no choice.

Instead of getting up I heard her fingernails tap something on the screen at her right. My face rose the last inch, and my nose pressed into her ass crack. She tapped something else and my tongue stretched out longer than a normal tongue could and became moving without my knowing what was going on. I tasted the remnants of pee on her wet ureter.

"I'm sure Glenda will get that reading about that when she goes through the manual," she said in a sing-song way.

She rose and pulled up her panties and pants and left with no need to wash her hands. I heard them chatting and laughing and grew angry. Why were some people so lucky to be sitting in a kitchen? And all that food in the refrigerator. I knew we kept it well stocked. And Glenda liked to cook. I'm sure they had her famous eggs with cheese and onions this morning. Fluffy biscuits. And sausage patties with hash browns. Now they were sitting around with full stomachs sipping hot coffee and having a wonderful time.

Meanwhile, I was starving.

The house got quiet and I figured Joyce had left. Then I heard footsteps, and Glenda appeared.

"I've been chatting with Joyce and we've been going over the manual. This is so modern. So many functions. I can't wait to use all of them."

I had a sick feeling about hearing this.

"I'll start right now. I'm afraid I've been stress eating since you were taken away. And well now..." She held her stomach with one hand. Her breasts rose as she took in a big breath.

She turned and raised her skirt and lowered her panties. Her perfectly shaped ass descended onto the toilet seat. The hum of the mechanical device lifted my face and brought me close to her ass. My mouth pried itself open.

"Let's see now," she said as she tapped the screen on the wall.

My face continued to rise closer to her ass. It shifted to find the exact place where my mouth lined up with her asshole. Then my face continued upward until meeting her ass. But then it slowed, and another deeper sound took over, and my face and open mouth pressed harder into her ass. I heard the sexy female computer voice say, "Air tight." Then the sound died away. It reminded me of something NASA would use in outer space.

My mouth was just an extension of her colon at this point. No! Was she actually going to do this?

"I've been a little constipated lately," she said above me. "But this new toilet had a solution for that."

I heard her tap, and from my open mouth, my tongue extended and began to lick and probe her asshole. It made swirls and pushed and repeated this over and over.

"Interesting," she said. "That actually feels good." She paused. "If it wasn't from my belly ache, this would be relaxing."

I found her asshole pucker as it opened and closed. My tongue mindlessly continued to do what it was programmed to do. Then during one of the opening moments, I tasted something really bitter as my tongue glazed over a hard bump. I felt the tip of her hard constipated turn nudging its way out.

I heard more tapping on the screen.

My mouth with its tight seal around her asshole began to suck as if she had chosen the command that made me attempt to vacuum out her colon. I heard her grunt, and the hard turd began to move more into my mouth as I sucked and sucked. Then it happened. I slid out of her asshole into my mouth. And as the surgeons had reshaped my throat, it rammed itself down into my gullet. Thick and hard. I heard her sigh with relief above me. The way she used to when I used to lick her pussy at night. Now, I was nearly choking on her long snake of a shit.