Not for awhile

The next woman to enter is in her early twenties and has dark eye makeup and lots of tattoos on her arms and legs. She lifts up her short black dress and sits on your open mouth. You hope she only had to pee. But then you notice she is grunting and a large turd splashes into your watery mouth. Instantly, you taste the overpowering bitterness of her shit. She drops two more turds and wipes, then leaves. She doesn't flush and you are left with her shit sitting in your throat.

The next woman looks like she is a business manager from the professional clothing she wears. She looks at you with disgust and flushes the shit down your throat. She sits down and pees and leaves.

No one comes in for a short while. And you pick up the conversation just outside your stall door.

"I can't help going to Taco Bell. It tastes so good, but I know it tears up my stomach." Then your stall door opens and you hear the same voice say, "I may be awhile. I'll catch up to you guys later."

She looks like a cute blonde high school senior and holds her stomach. She does not waste time and pulls down her jeans to sit on your open mouth. She does not weigh much. But that does not make much difference because now a high pressure hydrant of liquid shit is shooting straight into your mouth. With your taste buds increased to taste twenty times stronger, you feel each greasy morsel of Taco Bell she ate now as shit. You hear her grunt and more comes out. After a pause, even more squirts into your mouth. It taste so bad, you feel like you may go insane. In your thoughts, you are screaming in agony. But there is nothing you can do now, but accept another long squirt of diarrhea into your waiting mouth. She wipes her nasty ass and flushes it all down into you.