A Shitty Casting
A Scat Sex Story by Peter (2021)
I look at my phone, open google maps and think: “The chocolate road must be around here somewhere.” I definitely don’t want to be late for the flat casting. Time is slowly running out to find a room in this new city. I’m almost at the point of despair.
I see a middle-aged man standing by a large apartment building, staring at the doorbell. I walk to him.
He looks at me disparagingly and asks, “Are you there for the casting, too?”
Joyfully, I nod. I’m still there in time.
He says, “Forget it. You look like a loser. You’ll never be able to keep up with me. But I already thought that these bitches would invite others. Just to troll me.”
Intimidated, I take a step back, muster all my courage and ask, “Keep up with what? By the way, my mom always told me to be nice to women.” He starts laughing out loud.
Before he can answer we hear a voice from behind, “So which one of you is Paul?” I look at her. A cute girl in her early 20s with short hair, small breasts and a pretty face.
We both raise our hands. She tells us with a laugh, “What a coincidence. Your names are really both Paul? What are the odds of two flats in the same house doing an audition and both applicants have the name Paul.
Follow me then.”
He relaxes a bit and follows her into the apartment building. I walk behind. On the way up, she asks us: “So who has an appointment with Dani?”
He replies: “That would be me.”
She replies: “Then you have your appointment on the fourth floor. I’d better take you there, the doorbell sometimes makes a fuss.”
He smugly replies: “I’d follow you anywhere.”
She ignores him and says: “The other Paul will be with us on the third floor, just wait here in front of the door.”
As they both walk up one floor, I catch myself looking at her butt. It looks very inviting. A little bigger, but still firm. Suddenly she looks down. I blush and try to stare at the wallpaper with interest. I hope she hasn’t seen that. She smiles at me and continues walking.
I hear the door open upstairs, something unintelligible being said, and they come back downstairs. She opens the door with the key and says: “I’m Dani, by the way. Come on in. “
This confuses me. I thought Dani was on the fourth floor. I follow her without bringing up the subject. I shouldn’t make waves before I have the room. A young blonde woman with a beautiful body, larger breasts and a model-like face comes towards us. She asks “Is this our test subject?”
Dani nods and tells her: “Lisa, first show him the apartment and see if he likes it. Only then does a test make any sense at all.” Lisa snorts: “Since there’s a certain amount of pressure with me, starting with the test would be a little bit relaxing. Surely you are ready?” She looks at me questioningly.
The level of my confusion increases and to buy time I answer: “If it would be possible, I’d like to see my room first.”
Dani starts to undress. Bashfully, I look away. She tells us: “I’m going to take a shower, so you’ll have to wait for the test. And if he doesn’t want to, then it’s my turn for toilet duty anyway.” Toilet duty. Strange. I wonder what she means by that.
A smile lights up Lisa’s face, “Then I hope you like Thai.”
She follows Dani and gestures for me to follow her. We enter the bathroom and while Dani jumps in the shower she tells me “So this would be the most important room for you. Your future place of work.”
“What does she mean by workplace and why is there a toilet chair in the middle of the room?” pops into my mind. Other than that it’s a nice big bathroom with natural light and a hot gal in the shower.
I say, “Very nice. Could I still see my room?” I want to avoid any conflict and also don’t bring up the subject.
She leads me out of the bathroom and shows me the rest of the flat. We end up sitting on the couch. Dani sits down with us dressed only in a scanty towel. She looks at me and asks:” How did you like the apartment? Are you interested in moving in with us?”
Before I can answer, we hear noise from the stairwell. Someone is storming down the stairs. Dani gets up and opens the door. We hear a shrieking female voice: “You perverted pig. Get lost. If I see you in the house again, I’ll call the police.”
Dani asks: “What happened?”
You hear an answer from the stairwell: “We had flat casting and this dirty pig actually wanted me to poop in his mouth. He’d love to be our toilet. Can you imagine?” Dani replies, “Unbelievable. That’s what I was afraid of, that our castings would attract perverts. If you need anything, we’d be happy to help. We’d just have to finish our casting.”
They both hug and Dani comes back and says with a laugh, “I guess there was a misunderstanding. I guess someone got the flat mixed up.” I wonder, “Mixed up? Then this human toilet should probably be in this apartment. But that can’t be.”
Lisa says something to Dani in a slightly angry voice: “Could it be that you had something to do with it? Is this another one of your jokes?
But no problem. Go lie down in the bathroom. I’m looking forward to using you.”
She turns to me and tells me: “Nice meeting you, but if you don’t want to be used as a human toilet, you better get out of the apartment.”
I’m shocked that these cute gals are using people as toilets. But I have to confess that I have fantasized about it many times and have seen corresponding videos. To lie under such a magnificent ass, to see how the piss slowly flowing out of her pussy, that must be incredible. To live in a shared apartment with such girls could be a real erotic dream. I sink deeper and deeper into thought and my cock erects. Damn I should not have put on such tight pants.
Dani looks between my legs with a grin and says: “I think he might be interested in the position after all. With the other guy it was immediately clear to me that he was just not a real slave. But look at this guy here, he is a true slave. He will serve us well as a toilet. Even if he’s still inexperienced, this one is definitely trainable.”
Lisa gives me a dominant look and asks: “Is that so? Are you interested in the position under my ass?”
I reply, stammering: “I don’t know.”
Lisa relaxes a bit and says: “Listen. The thing is simple. If you want to live with us, then you will be our toilet in the future. Get this straight. We don’t particularly like the porcelain throne, but prefer the use of a man. That feeling of someone receiving our excretions. Really receiving everything and swallowing dutifully is really incredible. A huge turn on”
She pauses for a moment and then continues to pontificate: “But just so we’re clear, if you want to be our toilet, you’re our toilet! That means we use you whenever we have to. And if we have to go at night, we’ll just wake you up. You would completely replace the toilet for us. That is, everything that has landed in the porcelain throne so far, will land in you in the future. And you’ll swallow it all without complaint. Understood?” Do you really want that?” She bends forward and comes very close to me. I can see her wonderful breasts in her cleavage.
I take all my courage, I can’t miss such a chance and say: “Yes mistress. I would like to be your toilet with all the consequences. Just use me like a real toilet.”
She replies, “Very well. Then lie down in the bathroom. It is best to undress. And, of course, I expect my beginner’s loo to make an effort to swallow everything. And you should be self-cleaning.”
I reply: “Of course,” I undress and lie under the bathroom stool. I open my mouth and wait.
After a short time I hear footsteps with high heels. Who puts on high heels to go to the bathroom?
She comes in. She is naked except for her shoes. A spectacular body. I am mesmerized. She sits down on the toilet seat and I see her wonderful butt and her divine pussy. I must be in heaven.
Lisa says: “So loo. You think it’s okay that we call you that in the future, don’t you?”
I start to reply, but she pushes her heel into my chest. Ah, so that’s what the high heels are for.
Lisa explains further, “As I said, you’re a toilet to us. Toilets don’t talk. You also have no say in your use or preferences to name. You just have to swallow and make this intimate process as comfortable as possible for us girls.
You better open your toilet bowl wide to receive my goods now.”
As she says this, she relaxes and just lets her pee go. I try to catch it with my toilet bowl (mouth). A slightly bitter taste dances across my tongue. My mouth is filled in no time. I swallow. This is really the most erotic experience of my life.
She hears the sound and says, “The next load stays nicely in your mouth until I allow you to swallow.”
Another stream of urine comes down. I catch it with my mouth and keep it there. Lisa pushes the heel painfully into my chest, yet I can hold it.
She praises me: “Very good. Now swallow.”
I hear Dani’s voice: “A natural. I’m telling you this guy has potential.”
Lisa laughs: “We’ll see. Now comes the real test to see if he’s a real toilet. Anyone can do champagne. Chocolate is the challenge.”
“Chocolate” pops into my head. You’ve got to be kidding me. Right on the first test. Panic rises in me.
“So Paul. This is your last chance to leave. But if you stay, you have to promise to eat everything. Then there is no turning back. We will force you to swallow everything if necessary. I’m sure Dani will be happy to help you with the taser on your balls.” I feel something cold on my testicles.
“You may speak freely for once.” she says extremely condescendingly. I push down the panic. Serving these goddesses is a once in a lifetime opportunity. How bad can it get? After all, in the videos, the slaves can do it.
I swallow and reply: “I promise to serve both my mistresses as a fully functioning toilet.”
She says with a laugh, “Very well.” A fart comes out of her butt. The smell is really overpowering. It rises to my nostrils. A strange thing happens. I’ve never experienced it before, that at the same time my cock rises and a gag reflex sets in.
To be used by a woman for such services is really incredible.
I push the gag reflex down. I promised to be a good toilet. Her butthole opens. A large sausage slowly slides out. I open my toilet bowl to fulfill my task. For the first time in my life, I will not only taste feces, but also eat them. The piece of shit lands in my mouth. The smell is really intense. The taste is surprisingly mild at first. I was afraid it would taste worse.
Still, I have to gag a little. Lisa says dryly: “Don’t you dare throw up. Since you’re supposed to be self-cleaning. Otherwise you’d have to eat my shit with your vomit. And start chewing already. Our toilets have to be fast.
After all, if we’re having a girls party next week, we don’t want the toilet to still be half full of shit when the next one is in need of a poop.”
While she continues in a relaxed tone, a second sausage slowly slides out of her wonderful butt: “Our girlfriends always look forward to these loo housewarming parties. They don’t poop for 3 days, so they can really test the new toilet. After that, we know what you’re made of.”
The second sausage lands on my face. I start to chew the first sausage. Suddenly I notice the pungent taste. So she really was eating Thai food.
I keep chewing and fight my nausea. Lisa stands up. Wipes her butt and throws the piece of toilet paper through the toilet seat at me. She looks at me from above with interest. To Lisa, I really am just a toilet.
“Go on. Eat it already.” is her announcement while she presses with her shoes against my hard cock. She starts to rub my cock.
While I chew the shit slowly and try to swallow she masturbates me with her high heel. Incredible.
Dani tells me in a casual voice: “If I were in your place I would not come. Most toilets can’t swallow without being horny. But then again, we would have a lot of fun with the taser.”
At that moment, my cock is already shooting a big load. Nevertheless, I continue to chew on her sausage. After all, I promised. Of course, I fight with my nausea and I almost vomit several times. But still swallow it all and proudly show my empty mouth. She points out the piece of shit on my cheek. I take it willingly in my mouth and start to eat.
Lisa then says to Dani: “You’re right, a real talent. We just have to train him a bit more, then he can really be of service to us.
But he really needs to work on those choking noises. That’s not proper when you’re dining on a lady’s delicacy.”
Dani starts laughing: “You’re right. Our friends shouldn’t think that their poop tastes like shit. That really wouldn’t work.”
Proudly, I look at both of them. I’ve done it. I also ate the second piece of chocolate. I’m a full toilet now.
It wasn’t as bad as I always thought. You just have to try. And with 2 girls, the amount of shit per week should also be doable.
At that moment I hear the apartment door open. Lisa says: “Oh, you don’t know the third resident yet. Let me introduce you. This is Karen.”
A redhead in her early 20s with a great body enters the bathroom: “Oh. We have a new toilet. Very good. I just got myself fucked nicely in the ass and was already afraid of having to flush the beautiful sperm down the drain. It’s much better this way.”
She takes off her clothes and sits on the toilet seat. I open my mouth as a good toilet. Her butt opens and I see a white liquid. It slowly drips towards my mouth.
Dani asks, “Tell me Karen, has the doctor found anything?”
She answers, “Irritable bowel syndrome. I guess I’m one of the more severe cases.”