Getting over my fetish 2
“Oh shit, well I don’t think they well are needed but I’ll invite them in anyhow.” Dawn walks to the front door as Roberta jumps up and grabs Mikes arm.
“Keep her busy until I get back up here.” Roberta whispered to mike and then darted down stairs.
The fifteenth person used me and I was thankful that this was over. My face felt awful and the sides of my head where all the shit was almost touching my ears. The next thing I saw was the lid opened up and Roberta looking down at me with an evil grin.
“So I see my shit is still in your stomach after three days. Do you realize that it probably is so packed in there that it is stopping your acids form digesting it? So I’ll give you maybe two days before it starts poisoning your system and you’ll die from my shit. I decide to stop your suffering.” She reaches into her pockets and pulled out some rubber gloves then she pulled out two piece of some kind of rubber tubing. She put the gloves on and grabbed my head with one hand. The other hand she reached down and started to insert the tube into my nose. “Now be still this should allow you to breath for some time.” As she finished pushing the last one in she tucked the tubes into the shit with the two ends hidden in the back of the box about two inches above my head. “Dame, don’t have time to clean your face off, fuck it!” She turned and pulled down her pants and sat down. She reached over and plugged the lift in and lowered the seat to my head. “Open your mouth or I’ll kill you by suffocating you to death.” She’s going to shit again? Oh no, she can’t be serious. I closed my mouth and could feel me breathing though the tubes. Well Dawn will be down her soon, so as long as I keep breathing she’ll help me. I opened my mouth wide once again for Roberta just so this can be done with. She looks between her legs and saw that my mouth was opened. “Good boy” she lowered the seat all the way down. She did not even waste any time. She pushed as hard as she could and forcing another giant turd down my throat. I could feel it packing what space was left in my throat, stomach and mouth. When she was done she jumped up and reached in with her rubber gloves and pulled out the piece that was in my mouth. What was left she packed to the back of my throat entrance. She removed her rubber gloves as she smiled down at me. “Now you have enough air until all the shit you’ll be getting covers those tubes. With my shit once again packed to the top of your throat makes it so you can’t talk. So I hope you enjoyed your short miserable life. Mike well takes go care of Dawn for you.” With that she closed the lid pulled the left plug and walked away.
