Government laws

President Hillary got elected on the basis of making sure every citizen was productive. A group of stern-faced mature women had developed a way to make the unproductive in society into human toilets. That worried me a lot because I had been out of work for about six weeks. My wife, Glenda, had the sexy body I still lusted for after all these years. Even when we argued, she still had a way of making my dick hard. She usually wore low-cut blouses and had well-developed breasts that made for great cleavage.

"So, you still haven't found a job yet?" Her breasts rocked from side to side. "What a loser! I come home to see you haven't done a thing all day."

She had dark eyebrows to match her black hair, and her beautiful face was something I still enjoyed kissing at night when we made love. I hated to disappoint her, but she was right. I still couldn't find a job. The places I went had mostly women working, and they seemed almost glad to tell me that I would not be hired.

Glenda said, "My friend at Waste Systems told me how the human toilet business is really starting to pick up." She looked at me with a serious face. "If I were you, I'd get a job soon. The state is looking for reasons to create more human toilets. They gets kickbacks from the government for each one they make."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm trying."

That night we had sex and she was incredible. She sucked me so good, then climbed on top of me and rode my dick. Her thick breast bumped my face just the way I liked. But before I finished, she climbed off and said, "I want an orgasm first."

She turned herself around and sat her pussy on my face. It was wet and smelled of sex. I had done this many times, so I knew just what to do. I licked and licked, and she had my dick in her mouth. I heard her moan, and then she trembled, and I felt her ass press down on my face even more. My nose went into her asscrack. Despite not being about to breath, I licked until she had her orgasm. When she had recovered, she rolled off and I climbed on her and fucked her good.

Another week went by, and I continued to get rejected at more applications. Then as I came home one day, out of nowhere, a group of men in state uniforms surprised me and tried to take me by force. I struggled, but they were too experienced.

I found myself in a hospital, and someone gave me a shot, and I couldn't keep my eyes open. When I woke, I knew something was terrible wrong. I tried to lift my arms but realized they had been amputated. I had no legs either.

A big-breasted nurse leaned over me and said, "You have been reported as unproductive, and now your life will be made into something more useful." She reached down and touched my dick, but it felt constricted. "And you have a spiked cage locked to your penis, so if I were you, sir, I would not get too excited, or it will be painful." She smiled and continued, "You will be assigned as a toilet somewhere nice, I'm sure. Don't worry. Your stomach and throat have been altered as will as the electrodes to your brain." Her breasts shifted as she said, "I guess you should have worked harder to find a job. Oh, well."

My life was over. Now I would be installed in someone's restroom somewhere, unable to prevent anyone from using my mouth as their waste receptacle. Surly, Glenda will come to my rescue. Maybe it's not too late to reattach my arms and legs. This was all a mistake. I tried to tell the nurse, but I found my voice was not working. Something tight was clamped around my mouth and kept it closed.