"Your job this week is as a truckstop urinal"
"What?!" Philip shouted "No! CANCEL! CANC-"
Philip immediately felt himself being pulled through a portal. As he flew through a wormhole he felt his skin begin to harden and turn shiny.
He was cut off as his tongue stiffened and his jaw dropped, first in surprise, before it continued to drop another two feet, and then started to widen to three and a half feet. His lip started curving up, forming a steel barrier half a foot high. He felt the rest of his body merge into the large metallic opening that was his mouth until he was just a trough zooming through space. He could hear voices echoing around him.
"Ah don't know what ta tell y' Dale," drawled a southern tone, "ah won't have the parts ta fix yaw pisser 'til next week. This here unit is too old, ah keep a-tellin' y' ta put a new one in."
"But I only got the one toilet left in the ladies." whined Dale in a deep voice "One in 'ere ain't workin' and a convoy of truckers is headin' this way who'd sooner piss on the doors before waitin' in line, and a health inspector comin' some time this week! What am I gonna do Billy?"
"Well ah can get the parts faw the can by tomawrow." said Billy's voice growing closer and louder, "Faw now ah'll drayn out th' urinal ta keep the health inspectaw off y' back, but the fellas will just have ta make do with one can today. Ayn' maybe next tahm y'll call me earlier, instead of at the last second."
The Phil suddenly came to a halt and could immediately taste something acidic in his mouth, only to realize he was filled to the brim with piss. He tried his best to spit it out but only managed to blow a few bubbles. In front of him he could now see two large men in flannel shirts, one wearing a greasy apron over his fat stomach, the other more muscular with a tool belt around his stocky waist.
"I guess that'll have to do" sighed the voice that was Dale's in the apron. He dejectedly pulled on the chain dangling above. Phillip couldn't take the taste of old piss anymore, he swallowed - hard and felt gallons of warm stale urine rush down his throat to be replace with fresh cooling water which washed away the taste. Dale's eyes lit up. "Billy look! It's workin' again."
"Well ah'll be!" Billy, gawking at the empty trough before him. He knelt down again and inspected the pipes, "This here pipe shouldn't be drainin at all, but it looks lahk it's got a maand of it's own."
"Whatddya think happened?"
"Darned if ah know, it's a miracle." puzzled Billy scratching his head, "but just ta be sure, ah better give it a test run."
Phillip's pipes gave a slight rattle as he tried telling Billy to stop. The plumber stepped up to the trough and unzipped his jeans hauling out a long fat sweaty cock.
"I guess I'll give it a go too," chirped Dale, pulling his apron to the side and taking out a stubby unwashed dick with a set of massive balls "I ain't one to pass up a miracle!"
The two started to relieve themselves, Dale sighing contently and Billy with his hand against the wall. Phillip could taste their fresh hot urine hitting the roof of his mouth, flowing down his tongue and towards his throat, sitting on the back of his tongue where he tried to hold it without swallowing. The two men watched in anticipation as their dark yellow piss pooled around the drain. Unfortunately for Phillip the taste was so strong he couldn't last very long and forcibly gulped it all.
"It's workin'!" Dale whooped, as he shook off the last few drops of piss into the trough "I knew the old boy wouldn't let me down!"
"Ah'll get it properly fixed next week Dale." Billy said zipping up and pulling the chain, washing the last few drops off piss away and cleaning off the taste, "What's fixed it wont last long b'fore it breaks again."
The two left and Phillip had a chance to take in his surroundings. The bathroom had bare cinder block walls and a grimy tiled floor, a single wooden stall stood next to him with an "Out of order" sign stuck to the door and a hole carved out of the side at waist height. There was an old metal sink across from him with a faded mirror that showed Phillip his reflection. He could see himself hanging on the wall one and half feet off the ground as an old trough urinal stained with decades of trucker piss. As Philip tried to figure out what he was going to do, he heard the door swing open.