After his buddy left, Josh was again sitting helplessly on the floor, unable to move a muscle. This time, his field of view hat shifted a bit, so he was looking at the bathroom ceiling, unblinkingly. His mouth tasted like piss and he could feel the tickling sensation of Henrys stubble, which he disposed into Josh all over his mouth and throat. It felt really strange, being so helpless. He should be afraid, or at least worried about his condition, but all he felt was a bit of disgust and massive arousal.
His stomach was gurgling, as Josh felt movement within him. It felt like his bowels where literally moving, his intestines straightening out inside him. Suddenly, with an audible sputter, he felt his whole stomach and bowel content flushing out, directly into the metal pipe on his ass. At the same time, he felt the pressure on his own bladder release, but nothing coming out of his dick. It was as if his ureter had connected to his ass directly and everything was going into that pipe now.
Only as he was completely empty, he felt life flowing back into him. First his dick, which quickly rose to full mast, then his legs and, finally, he sighed, to his arms, enabling him to start pumping his cock furiously. Only moments later he came with a splattering sound all over himself, leaning against the wall exhausted.
He needed a few minutes during which his head returned to normal in order to collect himself before standing up. The pipe in his ass didn’t feel alien to him anymore and as he heaved himself off of it, it was almost as if it was supposed to be there. As he got up, small hairs started floating down his naked body. It seemed that no single hair on his body but the ones on top of his head were connected to him anymore. His whole body was smooth like porcelain. Well, smooth and dirty.
Josh looked at himself in the mirror. He was a mess. Still completely naked, with drying urine all over his face and shoulders, dripping to his torso, where his own cum clung to his body. The sight was repulsive, but at the same time it felt strangely right to be filthy with bodily fluids. Following the latter impulse, Josh left the bathroom and pulled on yesterday’s t-shirt and boxer. The once white fabric greedily soaked up the fluids, new stains quickly forming to accompany the existing marks of sweat and piss in his armpits and on his chest.
Being “dressed” like that, Josh took his usual place on his couch in the middle of the rubble-ridded living room and started to game.
Unusually early, he heard the key turn in the front door, with Henry entering the flat. And Henry was a sight to behold: Probably heavier than Josh now, and pure muscle. The skin tight clothing left nothing to imagination as, Henry casually kicked off his shoes, greeting Josh with a “Sup, buddy?”
Josh’s eyes still followed Henrys every movement, while he was nonchalantly dropping every piece of clothing but his underwear on a heap right there, before going to the fridge and coming back with two beers.
“You’re home early today”, Josh stated, as he caught the can Henry threw him. “Thanks!”
“Ya, you know. Too much work isn’t healthy, so I left early”, Henry stated, as he took a deep swig and burped loudly. “Besides, I have to tell you about this cute fucktoy I met in the restroom today. Pretty decent head, he was giving”. During the last words, Henry had left the living room.
Josh was speechless. Did Henry just say he lost his virginity? To some bloke in a restroom? That was something new, but for Henry, it didn’t even seem to matter.
“Josh! What are you waiting for?” Josh flinched, as he heard his buddy’s impatient voice and bolted to the bathroom door. He couldn’t let his owner wait for him! Owner? What the fuck did he just think?
As Josh entered the bathroom door, Henry had already unbuttoned and was playing with his semi-erect cock with the left hand, while holding the beer can with the other hand. Josh quickly made a beeline to the pipe in the floor, letting it invade his ass again, as he sat down quickly, and opened his mouth just in time for Henry to start pissing.
However, Henry wasn’t paying attention to Josh, as he just aimed his dick in the general direction of his mouth, the stream moving over Josh’s whole body occasionally, when Henry took a sip out of his beer can.
As he was finished, Henry looked at Josh. His buddy was immobile again, with his face very big and round, mainly dominated by his gigantic mouth. The rest of his face was just a flat ring around it, now unmistakably resembling a toilet seat. The rest of his body was still there and looked vaguely human, although warped in a way it connected the seat-face to the plumbing below. There was no tank, but then again, Henry figured, a tank was pretty unnecessary, since he pissed straight into his buddy’s belly. And flushing was for women anyway.
However, as he was looking at the toilet-Josh, he remembered that he did in fact not followed through with his plan to take a dump at work. Well, he was sure Josh wouldn’t mind, as he sat down on his buddy’s face.
Josh’s world was eclipsed by his friend’s ass. He couldn’t believe it! Henry was sitting on his face and Josh had a more than vague idea what was to happen next. He screamed in disgust but only produced a faint gurgling sound, equally aroused by the situation at the same time, as he felt his friend’s sweaty ass cheeks on his face. Unceremonially, Henry pushed out a brown and repulsive log into Josh’s open mouth, which he had no choice but to accept. As with the piss before, he was fully able to smell and taste the human waste that was invading him now, and he just knew that, just as he wasn’t able to drink anything but Henrys piss lately, he would never be able to eat anything but his shit again. That was the live of a part-time toilet for him. And as strange as it sounds, Josh was really looking forward to it.