From Housewife to Human Toilet TrackJonze
Summary:
Richard and Emmy had recently married after a long relationship. Things were going fine enough, until one day when a monster-cocked futa came through the door.
Watch her teach Emmy how to eat cum, piss and shit in copious quantities!
Chapter 1
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Richard and Emmy were a married couple living in a suburban home. They'd been sweethearts since high school. Richard had been lucky to get Emmy, and he knew it. She was a bombshell, breasts like watermelons, and an ass that wouldn't quit. Long flowing hair and beautiful green eyes. The perfect looking woman.
One fateful day, A knock came at the door. Emmy answered, Richard following curiously behind. There stood Sarah, a young woman wearing a jacket and yoga pants. Richard was the first to notice she had a body much like Emmy's. Lithe in the right areas, supple in the others. That was except for one obvious one. They had a disturbing bulge showing through their pants, one that stretched the leg of their pants out incredibly. At the bottom of the protrusion was a wet spot, spreading down their limb to the bottom of the pant leg.
Emmy was unphased by the strange bulge, instead overtaken with nostalgic joy as she embraced Sarah with open arms. They knew each other, but Richard didn't know Sarah.
He looked down at the stain. Sarah was... rubbing it? Rubbing it over Emmy's leg, smearing the stain on her. He spoke up, "Uh honey, they have a stain on their-"
"Oh my god! It's been so long. You've grown a lot since I last saw you, Sarah. You have to tell me what you've been doing." Still embracing, Sarah's bulge was expanding, stretching further down, even stretching further around. At the bottom it revealed itself. It was a penis! No, a cock. A huge disgusting cock that extended all the way through Sarah's pants. Richard couldn't believe it. They had walked in and smeared something foul on Emmy, and she didn't even notice. He tried to raise the issue, but much like last time, he couldn't penetrate the bonding moment Emmy and Sarah were having. The penis was now leaking something filthy out and onto Emmy's feet. She was oblivious to it as she invited Sarah further into the house.
Emmy and Sarah walk towards the kitchen, and Emmy offers a selection of beverages. Sarah walked very close to Emmy's ass, sneaking glancing touches between her dick and Emmy's voluptuous body and leaving a trail of fluids from the entrance. Sarah closes the door and locks it just as Richard was about to follow in behind. They offer to make tea for Emmy as a gesture of gratitude for inviting them into their lovely home. Emmy blushes and smiles, commenting on how unusual that kind of treatment is in her home.
Sarah walks behind the kitchen island, grabs the kettle and jovially requests Emmy turn her back as they brew the tea, explaining that they have a secret recipe that demands no peeking. Emmy laughs it off, and would have objected to the premise, had she not been distracted by Richard standing outside looking in. She asks Sarah whether they should let him in, but Sarah calmly responds that he isn't really wanted, and that he can find other places to be. While doing this, they place the kettle on the ground, and proceed to unbuckle their pants. Grabbing on to the base of the semi-hard trunk of cockflesh, they pull it with force, and a slick, sticky, slimy sound can be heard as the sweaty, cock grease- and cum-covered cunt gouger slides across their legs and up through the open crotch of the pants, coming free in limited view of Richard. Realizing what's happening, and that Emmy is completely unaware, he gestures panickily for Emmy to look behind her, but the thick glass and the dark lighting in the foyer means Emmy hardly recognizes his intent. Instead, she's captured by the other sounds around her. She's heard the sounds so far, but she's surprised to hear the faucet coming on, but not from the sink. Water is rushing into the kettle, and it sounds clearly warm. Boiling hot even. It rises in pitch surprisingly quickly, almost like filling a cup, but instead filling an entire kettle!
Sarah still has a way to go before their bladder is empty. As the level rises to the rim, Sarah just lets piss pool over onto the floor. The vessel clearly sounds filled, yet Sarah hasn't turned the tap off yet. Emmy gets worried Sarah may have forgotten, and turns around to look. As she does so, Sarah leans in towards the kitchen island, hiding most of their foul beast, but now just pissing a thick beam straight into the kitchen floor. Emmy asks why she can hear water running, but the tap isn't going. Sarah, thinking quickly, explains that they've actually brought some tea with them from home, and are letting it pour over into their kettle. Emmy wonders for a second why that's even necessary, and considers why she didn't notice Sarah carrying anything when they came over, but lets it go, preferring not to ask so many questions to someone who's clearly being so nice. Sarah's stream wanes, and a huge puddle reaching around the kitchen island has formed. Emmy is looking off, eagerly awaiting her cup of tea. Suddenly she feels a knee? A hip? Something meets her back, something wet that makes her dress stick to her skin. She almost looks back to see Sarah leaning their huge cock against her, leaking piss into the carpeted floor. Instead she's surprised as a hand reaches around her left with a large mug, and another from her right. It's their kettle in Sarah's hand, but it's dripping wet, and is giving off a very strong smell. Nothing like any tea she's ever had. Emmy claps excitedly and asks Sarah which tea it is. She's too distracted by the spectacle to notice Sarah grinding their entire pole against her rear, enjoying as it slides across her clothed ass, only a single layer of clothing between their rock hard cock and her bountiful bubble butt. Sarah pours her a brimming glass of foaming... "just something I found in the garden one day." That's the story they'll go with. A random herb that gives off the most awful stink and looks like apple juice. Emmy accepts the lie as gospel, and exclaims how excited she is to try a new type of tea. The glass slowly fills, able to hold an entire liter. Emmy asks why they picked such a tall glass, and Sarah explains it's because it's all for her and that she'll want every drop.
The glass is full now, a heady foam on top of the amber liquid. This one's obviously been steeped for a while for it to have such a dark color. Emmy reaches forward and grips the handle. She brings it to her nose and breathes in deeply. Sarah looks on amusedly. She does it again, even deeper this time, really letting it seep into her nostrils. She smiles up at Sarah and beams about it's amazing smell, how nice it is and how it's unlike any tea she's ever smelled before. Sarah smiles and bids her to have a taste. She raises the mug to her lips and tilts it up. A little bit rushes in across her tongue.
Immediately, her eyes light up at Sarah, who's standing over her, enjoying their cock being sandwiched by either ass cheek. Through her eyes, she attempts to convey the flavor. It's amazing. Her mouth goes from a careful sip, to a wide shape that lets as much liquid fall in as possible, and her cheeks bulge out as they try to accommodate all the liquid. Her throat starts going to work on the relatively enormous volume of liquid she's committed herself to consuming. GLUK GULK GLULNK GLULK
Mouthful after mouthful rushes in. She gets a little too brave with the angle, and some falls past her lips, into her face and down her chest. She doesn't stop, the liquid now soaking into her shirt and hair, giving her face a sheen. She finally reaches the bottom and slams the mug down so she can catch her breath. After a deep inhale, she gives a short-breathed "WOW" as she exclaims her surprise at the exquisite taste of this completely foreign tea. How Sarah must teach her the recipe, or at least show her the herb that originates the unusual flavor. During this, Sarah packs their package in, giving a look to Richard who's been observing the entire thing, from beginning to end. As she feeds foot after foot of cockmeat down, she tells Emmy she needs to have a talk with Richard.
Approaching the door and quietly shutting it, not letting Richard enter. Richard begins in a fit, yelling that he's witnessed it all, and motions for Sarah to move aside so he can tell his wife everything they've just done. Sarah puts a hand on his chest, revealing that they know something Emmy doesn't. Sarah knows Richard cheated last year, and knows exactly how to prove it. Richard calls bullshit, but Sarah demonstrates they know who it happened with, where and when. Richard is devastated. For a second he considers telling Emmy anyway, but knows that it would ruin their relationship. Ultimately, he decides whatever Sarah does, if Emmy finds out, that would be worse for him than anything. Understanding the implicit deal that's just gone down, Richard storms off deeper into the house, leaving Sarah behind. Sarah re-enters the kitchen and hears a slurping sound. Looking down at where the pool of foul, rank piss was supposed to be, they instead notice a nominally dry floor instead. Walking around and behind the kitchen island, they see Emmy bent down, knees in the puddle, lips glued to the floor as she's drinking the spilled "tea." She looks up quickly, for some reason not expecting Sarah to return so soon, even though it had been quite some time. She's obviously embarrassed. She's been caught drinking from the floor.
"The floor is clean, I swear. I don't do this ever, it's just... that tea was delicious. I had to have another sip. Please, Sarah, please. Won't you tell me how you made it?"
Sarah can't help but laugh, and Emmy embarrassedly replies, "I know it looks so desperate, and I don't know what came over me, but I saw it and acted on instinct. I noticed you spilled it, and I thought it would be so horrible to let any of it go to waste. For a second I considered letting it stay."
This brings a curious furrow to Sarah's brow, as they didn't quite understand what she meant. "Well the scent is just so beautiful. I was going to clean it up, of course, but I debated letting it sink in a little. A little improvement for the kitchen, though a very weird one to be sure. I mean, tea? As an air freshener?"
Chapter 2
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Richard finally cools down from his trip to the back garden. He's realized the trap Sarah has set. He can't rat them out, he can't even contact the police. In every scenario, he loses the one he loves most, all because he made a mistake. Really, it's the best for Emmy if he just doesn't say anything. Sarah may feed her nasty things, and harass her, but at the end of it all, if she manages not to notice, neither gross advances from Sarah, nor Richard's secret, then maybe the future still looks bright. At least once Sarah leaves the house. Finding his newest goal, forcing Sarah to leave, he walks back in the house with purpose.
Searching for Sarah, he walks into the living room, he saw Emmy and Sarah watching a movie, both of them on the sofa. Emmy was sitting in Sarah's lap. Well, more like leaning on their huge fucking cock. Sarah had changed into Richard's clothes. His baggy sweatpants were now being stretched out dramatically by Sarah's enormous phallus. It twisted 180 degrees in half a donut shape, deforming out from their crotch, and back into the couch cushions, probably leaking bloody murder directly into the fabric. That wasn't all, the entire dramatic shape through the sweats was much darker than the legs of the sweats. Clearly, the sweaty disgusting pole had soaked the pants and were now smearing their nasty filth all over Emmy's back. Unphased by this, she had leaned all the way back, and was supporting most of the weight of her upper body on Sarah's monstrous shaft. Emmy, under her breath, whispered in a sweet voice to Sarah how they're so warm, almost burning. How it was so comfortable to lay there, and how she usually hated the smell of Richard's clothes, but that something had clearly changed as she was bold enough to scooch her ample ass down the couch so her head could now rest on the bulbous dickshaped bulge, letting her head touch the swampy, sticky mess that seeped through the pants. Further even, she twisted her head, feigning needing to adjust her position. She kept turning her face in the sticky, cummy, sweaty slime, sometimes lifting her head revealing long strands of piss-stained precum connecting her face to the dank trousers. It became clearer and clearer she just enjoyed the raw musk oozing from the huge wet pole. As she absentmindedly faced her head towards the cock, drawing in a big breath through her nose to fully let the musk seep into her nostrils, and spreading her mouth to lick the strange substance oozing through the strange bulge in Sarah's sweats, she heard Richard's creaking footsteps as he walked in the living room.
When it came to it, and Richard had his moment to enact his plan to shun Sarah from the house before they got a chance to tell Emmy anything, he caved. Cowardice took over. He stood there, mouth agape at the scene, and wanting to say something, but resorted instead to stammering babble as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Emmy raised her head in a wavy motion, cock drunk from the strong stench that had racked her brain for the last few minutes.
"Oh, hey Richard!"
Her hair had stuck to the side of her face that had been stewing in the cockfluids. A drop of yellow, cloudy pisscum ran down her jaw and to the tip of her chin.
"Amazing news! Sarah is going to stay here for a little bit. She says her wife or whatever has some issue with her, and now she needs a place to stay."
As she started talking again, it finally dropped to her ample tits.
Richard, now out of his stunned stupor, finally speaks in coherent english, "But... we only have the one bedroom."
"Yeah, but we have the air mattress. And I felt, as honorable hosts, we should offer them our bed. They even offered that I sleep in our bed as well, as she knew the mattress wouldn't comfortably fit you and I, Richard." She had raised her head to greet Richard in a hurry, so as she was talking, she was slowly readjusting her body, supporting her heavy torso by placing her hands on Sarah's heavy bulge, letting her hands sink into the sticky mess and pushing her tits together. "You should go up and prepare the mattress for yourself, we'll be right here enjoying uh..." She realized she had forgotten what movie they were even watching, having become so captured by ingesting whatever it was that was coming out of that mysterious bulge, that anything else had slipped her mind. As she turned her head to think on what exactly they'd started watching, her hands slipped in the progressively wetter and wetter soak. She fell tits first into the shaft, and face first into the corner of the couch where, unknown to her, Sarah's leaking cockhead rested. Immediately intrigued, she relaxed her entire body, settling in and giggling to herself as she discovered the strongest source yet of the smell and taste she had enjoyed so far. Pulling on the pants to get it closer to her face, she inadvertently revealed something flesh colored peeking out from the rim. Not having revealed much, and being under the impression Sarah was a woman, the fact that she just uncovered the wet, and stinky cockhead of Sarah's enormous dick didn't even enter her mind. She sooner assumed it was an extreme growth that Sarah was too embarassed to talk about. Maybe that was what their disagreement with their wife was about?
At this point, in the colorful mix of feelings she was feeling, she had somehow convinced herself that her actions weren't explicitly sexual, and that Sarah hadn't really noticed her ministrations. Looking up to check for Sarah's reaction, she realized that, since the moment they had put the movie on, Sarah had been coolly looking half-bored at the movie. Seeing a green light to continue, she ducked her head back in the dark corner of the couch, back down to the sticky slit she had revealed.
She felt a strange feeling as her nose and mouth got closer to the opening. Feeling a need to accomodate for Sarah's every need and want, she didn't want to shame them for having this strange growth, and saw it as her duty to make Sarah feel as comfortable as possible. In pursuit of this, she knew that if Sarah stood up and revealed a huge wet spot from whatever this opening was leaking, they might be horribly embarassed. Steeling herself, she started immediately on the road to getting this cleaned up, but getting up and fetching towels to dry it up would only reveal her knowledge of the growth and, in turn, the leak. She saw no other way. She had to use her mouth.
Emmy leaned into the corner of the couch, trying to be as inconspicuous as you can be when you're approaching someone's spewing urethra. Hoping Sarah wouldn't feel her touch and simply assume she had fallen asleep in their lap, she craned her neck in and smooched her lips to the leaking hole. Immediately, a surge of serious flavor rushed into her mouth. She hadn't expected something so weird, something so unusual, to taste this damn good! It surpassed even the tea from before. It was thick like warmed honey. And warm it was. During this, Richard had accepted his immediate fate. Head in a droop, he walked back out of the living room, now having to deal with Sarah sleeping in their own bed, next to his own wife, no less. Unbeknownst to him, his wife was currently experiencing but a fraction of what she was in for this very night. Speaking of, Emmy was absolutely devouring the fluids exiting Sarah's bowling ball-sized tip. Not just precum, but copious amounts of amber waste. Obvious to you and I, but not obvious to Emmy's innocent mind, Sarah had immediately noticed Emmy locking lips with the mouth-sized pisshole of their cock. Taking a clear oppertunity, Sarah gave Emmy what she obviously wanted, and let their bladder loose for Emmy to consume from, even reaching both their hands under the sweats to massage their shaft, coaxing out a few pumps of cum as well. The cockfondling happening just out of view of Emmy, of course, so as to not arouse suspicion that Sarah may be aware of Emmy's less-than-innocent meal.
The pretense went from thin at best, to near-enough transparent as they managed to finish the entire movie like this, even watching another. Emmy paid no mind to the credits music, as she simply continued to drink whatever came from this strange protrusion. Through the movies, Emmy had eventually shuffled around enough, though never unlatching from the ever-flowing well of goodness, that the pants had been pulled enough to reveal some shaft below the head, and some of the root of the shaft. The facade of wanting to prevent a mess now long gone, Emmy was now hugging the entire cock with both arms, not letting it leave her sight as she french-kissed it, making sucking motions for hours now as she chugged gallons and gallons of nasty cumshots and piss. She had noticed the similarity in taste to the tea, but mentioning this to Sarah wasn't an option, so the tought was simply stashed away in her mind, shrinking as she focused deeper and deeper on accepting whatever delicious fluid came out. An indeterminate time ago, Sarah had begun brazenly groping Emmy's ass and tits through her clothes. Emmy hadn't noticed it through her iron focus on containing the leak. Sarah even managed to reach underneath and pull her tits through the low collar, out in the open air, massaging each against their wet and slimy cockshaft, smearing them with a sheen of cock grease and cum, lubing them both up and ultimately facilitating a tit-fucking of Sarah's shaft as Emmy drank from their balls and bladder. They'd sat in silence now for 40 minutes or so, no movie to underpin the show of laying down on the couch and enjoying something innocent and platonic. Sarah finally got bored of feeding Emmy their slimy cum and copious piss, wanting to push the boundaries even further, preferably in view of Richard.
"You can stop sucking now."
Emmy became stiff as ice. Being confronted with reality for the first time in 3 or 4 hours, she sat up with a startle, staring into Sarah's calm and bored eyes. She had cum and piss stains across her face and in her hair, cum all over her tits, which to her surprise had somehow worked their way out of her shirt.
"I- I don't know what... I thought you might... it's just you might want not to... I don't know what I was doing, your... growth was just leaking. You should really get that looked at, it shouldn't be leaking such strange liquids all the time, whatever it is." Strangely, Emmy didn't bother packing away her slopping wet tits, content to just sit there and stare at Sarah's face for a reply.
Sarah, giving no response, stood up and walked towards the hallway to the rest of the house. As they rounded the door frame, they explained they were going to bed.
Emmy sat embarrassed. How could Sarah not say anything. She had just spent hours sucking a strangely delicious liquid out of a mysterious hole sticking out of their body, are they really just going to walk to the bedroom? Should she follow?
Chapter 3
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In the bedroom lay Richard. Tuckered out from his episode of internal rage, he had calmed somewhat, and despondedly blown up the air mattress next to the big bed. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door, and in the dark he could barely tell it was Sarah walking in. From Sarah's perspective, you couldn't see Richard behind the bed, and Richard could only barely sneak around the bed to watch as Sarah approached the big mirror in the room. Richard watched in disbelief as Sarah calmly takes their pants off and reveal their soft, shaven, huge penis. Shaped like a club. Fat, heavy, slab of meat between legs that only together would compare in size. It was dark in color, some shades darker than their pale body. It had one huge vein running all the way down it, and it glistened in the moonlight with a rank stench from the wet cockslime all over it. It had clearly stewed in their clothes for days and days without cleaning.
Richard's sanity waned as he observed Sarah slowly grab their ass cheek with one hand and immediately start casually pushing out a fat fucking log of shit. Thicker than an arm, their donut ring spread wide, as wide as their own leg, as the huge cylinder rushed out and slapped against the floor.
With a frightening amount of calm and focus, Sarah knelt down on one knee, grabbed their cock by the foreskin, lifting it off the head of their cock. With a cavity in their cockhood now opened, they began taking a handful of shit in their hand, and forced the clump of scat deep under their own foreskin. Richard watched as Sarah stuffed their huge bitchbreaker's tip like stuffing a turkey. Handful after handful went in, slowly filling and stretching the hood. Each time, Sarah would go almost elbow deep, making sure that every cubic centimeter of space was used. As the log of shit on the floor shrank with each handful, Richard realized his hope of ever returning to how it was before Sarah entered their house had shrunk to nothing. He knew he had to say something, watching this was insanity. He couldn't believe his eyes. This person was willingly shoveling, hand over fist, their own feces into, onto and around their own cockhead. As a finale, with the last remaining scat, they lifted their mammoth cock and released it into the pile, splashing shit around like a bomb went off. Sarah took the last handfuls of shit on the floor and began coating the entire exterior of their huge phallus with feces. The entire thing must have been the filthiest thing on the planet in that moment. Unwashed, and now completely sullied by the foulest substance Richard could imagine. With a cock that was brown all over, Sarah walked right to bed, leaking clumps of shit out of their foreskin along the path. They didn't bother going under the sheets, they just plopped down and went to sleep, leaving Richard with the most harrowing experience of his life. Richard couldn't imagine what this monster would do once Emmy would go to bed. On the verge of tears, Richard refused to cry as he didn't want to reveal he'd been awake to see it all.
Then it came. The door opened yet again, and there was Emmy. Wanting to warn Emmy of what he'd just seen, he strained to keep still as he might wake Sarah. He would have to endure whatever happened next.
Emmy realized she was the last to go to bed, so in the interest of leaving everyone undisturbed, she decided to go to bed in the dark. She debated taking a shower to wash off all the slime and gunk, and wash her hair and face free from what she didn't know was pissy cum filth, but she decided against it, as the only shower was connected to the bedroom, and would wake everyone. She grabbed for the sheets, getting ready for bed, but found resistance. The sheets must be stuck under Sarah. A slight panic set in as she realized this would mean sleeping naked, as she did religiously, would have to happen above covers. A sigh left her, and she began taking off her soaked clothes, the "tea" still staining the shirt. Dropping it, the shirt slapped wetly against the floor. That's when she noticed the new smell in the room. She couldn't place it. It seemed familiar, but like a much more concentrated version of something she'd known all her life. Had someone clogged the toilet? She hoped Sarah hadn't, as that might be too much for them. Clogging someone's toilet the very first day of a visit could severely damage someone's confidence. She decided to let the problem sit until tomorrow, when she could secretly unclog it, and promptly laid down in the bed, with her back facing Sarah.
Immediately she could feel the heat radiating from Sarah's lower body. For whatever reason, the stench was stronger now, even though she'd actually walked away from the bathroom. Scooting around as she adjusted for a restful sleep, her ass met something hot and sticky. What would be so wet in the bed? Had Sarah pissed the bed? My god, the possible embarrassments just kept piling up. The theory advanced itself as she felt whatever her ass had met move. It slid across the skin of her ass, but then she felt something touch the ankles of her feet. "What exactly is going on back there?" she thought. "What could stretch all the way from my butt to my feet, and whatever it is, what is with this wetness?"
That's when Sarah faked a loud snore, and moved their leg over Emmy's shin, pulling her leg back to lay alongside the shit-covered cock. Emmy was truly puzzled at this point. Nothing in bed should be sticky, nor wet, but here it was. She was scared to look around, fearing what she might see, so she continued to simply lay there, accepting what happened next.
Suddenly a competing wetness began at her feet. Hot and plentiful. It was confirmed. Sarah is wetting the bed this very moment, but what is the object? And why is the pee shooting out at her feet? Emmy's caretaking attitude let her distance herself from the disgust of the situation, and let her achieve a perspective that made it all much too comfortable and reasonable. She simply needed to endure this, and Sarah would be spared any embarrassment. She'd have to somehow remove the piss in the morning, but it could be done, and so she would. Her thoughts of being the greatest host she could be was disturbed as the huge object climbed up and over her leg, lengthening even further.
Sarah's cock was now pissing a firehose of a beam, lots soaking the bed and ruining it forever, the rest shooting all across the floor, making a piss and shit mixture on the ground. Sarah's cock now becoming engorged, the beam scanned across the room, and across Emmy's body, coming ever closer to Emmy's face as it hardened. First, it moved across her shins, then to her ample ass. Emmy watched the object being lifted as it climbed the mound of assmeat, pissing up and into the closet of Emmy's clothes, marking them forever. She knew what was coming and turned halfway towards Sarah, now stomach up. Finishing it's destructive spray of Emmy's fashion, it went up past her stomach, over her tits. Emmy's was afraid of what might happen if it continued. At that moment, Sarah leaned in and over in a move that might make the illusion of being asleep unreasonable to any normal person, but not to the innocent nature of Emmy. Climbing onto Emmy, the cock finally sat in its ultimate position. Between the tits of Emmy, pointing the stream at Emmy's beautiful face.
Emmy hadn't anticipated this. Never in a million years would she have thought this was Sarah's penis. It must have been 3 or 4 feet long and heavier than some people. The stream was smashing against her chin, spraying in all directions. Shock was her initial reaction, but as she smelled the liquid assaulting her senses, she recognized it.
The tea.
Sarah had disguised their own foul, rank piss as tea, and fed it to me. I'd drank it from the floor. It's all clicking into place now. They had pissed into the kettle just behind my back, forever staining the kitchen utility, and must have filled it immediately, explaining the extreme flood. That's why it was so frothy. I had chugged it willingly, letting liters flow into my stomach. I was complicit in my own marking, like an animal.
And the couch. That was no growth, it was the engorged, thick and beauti- disgusting prickhead of a fucking futa! I had been sucking down the products of Sarah's balls and bladder. I'd filled my belly almost to the brim for hours and hours, provoked by the delicious smell of all the various products of their cock seeping through the pants- wait, delicious? No! It was gross. I mean, what kind of a person just sits idly by as their host's wife rests on their enormous cock, refusing to object as they start gulping gallons of cocksludge down. She hated to admit it, but she had noticed Sarah's movements on the couch, but she never thought they were fucking her tits, and trying to smear her breasts with the various sticky fluids that seeped through their pants. Was that really how Sarah saw me? Did I make Sarah hard?
Without even noticing, she had tilted her head down and parted her lips slightly. The torrent of piss now creeping in past her teeth, falling on her tongue, getting swallowed when the level rose too high.
That was an amazing amount of initiative to take. To just walk into someone's house and piss in their kitchenware and feed it to the wife of the household. To just start feeding me the various cock products that leaked out from their huge pissmonster. Not even flinching for a moment on the couch as I drank and drank, gulping down everything. Sarah must have noticed, and made the conscious choice to start pissing straight down my throat. They just let it flow in the living room, not caring about the mess. Just letting go and urinating wherever it may land. In that case of course, it landed right on my tongue, and ran straight down inside me.
By now the parted lips had become an open maw. Jolting from her daze, Emmy was initially wanting to close her mouth, scream and yell for Richard, who she knew was sleeping just to the right of the bed. But then she calmed. She couldn't explain it, but she didn't exactly mind the piss, nor the stench emanating from the hood of the cock and the shaft, whatever it was. She relaxed her entire body, and subtly brought her arms together to squeeze her huge breasts around the odorous, sticky cock, unknowingly smearing them in the copious amounts of shit that covered the entire penis. Using her tits, she aimed the hose towards the exact middle of her mouth, and began gulping wholeheartedly.
GULP GULP GULP GLULP
Sarah is absolutely filling me up! What a way to take charge. Richard would never do anything like this, just piss straight down my throat without even asking. Has Sarah even used our bathroom once? Well, I guess that's me now. I'll take whatever huge bouts of brown piss you'll give me, Sarah! Just come straight over, rip that huge cock out of whatever sheath it's in, and piss down my throat. You shouldn't even cover up, just take whatever liberties that lets you direct your pee into my body as fast as you can. You can walk around naked, just please give me more of your piss!
Emmy could only debase herself like this because she thought Sarah and Richard were long since asleep. Weird as it were, to her it was believable enough that Sarah simply happened to clamber on her, and start slamming a wrist-thick piss beam right in her face. A completely innocent accident, even despite the previous feedings of cockfilth at the hands of Sarah. Even for Sarah, it seemed too raunchy to spread your cockstink and piss with Richard just beside the bed.
As her face accepted the gush of urine, ruining the bed and pillow below her, fully soaking her entire upper body and hair, she looked over through squinted eyes at Sarah, seemingly sleeping soundly at her right tit. That's when Sarah adjusted. Playing it off as a part of a dream, Sarah threw their hips forward, plunging their rod up and through the titflesh valley, touching the head of their cock to the lips of Emmy. Rounding out the extreme spray, Sarah finally decided the last of the acrid piss was better spent going straight down into that belly of Emmy's. She hadn't anticipated it, but neither did she refuse it. Well, actually, she warmly welcomed it, even craning her neck to meet the cock in the middle. She immediately began sucking the piss out of the huge cock, gulping as fast as she ever had in her life, but finally getting a break as the stream waned. Her stomach had quite a pissbump, her entire body having sustained itself through the day on nothing but cum and piss so far.
As the intense and delicious piss-flavor subsided, another revealed itself to Emmy as her tongue began curiously inspecting the glans of the huge monstrosity on her chest. Her curiosity piqued, she reached her hand up in the dark, feeling out for Sarah's cock. As her hand touched it, and as she licked ever closer to the rim of the cock's stretched foreskin with an opening to the glans in the middle, she discovered just how disgusting Sarah really was. It couldn't be. If it was, the entire monster cock had to be covered in it, after all it was wet and sticky all over! And how would that explain what was underneath the foreskin? It couldn't all be-
"By now, you'll have noticed what exactly you've been sucking on."
Emmy heard a whisper in her ear. It was Sarah. They were awake, and obviously had been the entire time.
"Clearly, you can't resist my cock. You've had your lips locked on it all day, enjoying the fluids I've fed you. Don't stop now. Go further."
In the dim light, Emmy's eyes met Sarah's. With a flick of the neck, Sarah gestured for Emmy to dig ever deeper into the cockhood, consuming on and on of whatever Sarah gave her. Emmy's mind was racing. She'd been caught actually enjoying the extremely degrading experience. She'd all but said out loud how she'd drink anything, as long as it came straight from the urethra of an inhumanly sized futa cock. Was she ready? I mean, to really go forward with this would basically invalidate her role as a person in this house, and delegate her to something as lowly as a human toilet. Could she graduate from just sucking down piss, and actually start eating Sarah's shit straight from the foreskin of their enormous penis?
Now with an audience, Emmy's glance wandered from Sarah's eyes, down to the huge monstrosity that sat at her lips. She had subtly been sucking and smooching as Sarah spoke, never not ingesting the traces of shit that seeped out from under the foreskin and onto the glans. Probing ahead with her tongue, she delved underneath the hood, finally getting a real taste of the enormous volume of shit. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe the flavor of Sarah's piss either, but this was insane. The flavor was yet again divine. She had been hesitant so far, but now, with renewed vigor, she brought her hands up to the swollen head, and squeezed with a hug, forcing the shit out and onto her face and mouth.
Looking on, Sarah lay with an arm supporting their head, watching as Emmy poured their shit out from underneath their foreskin, eating it as it pressed out like playdough. She wasn't being pretty about it either, she was devouring it. Sarah looked with pride. Not for Emmy, god no, but for themselves. In only a day, they had turned this woman from a faithful wife, to a shit-eating, piss-drinking scum slut, that would sooner eat a load more shit in secret, than even just wake their husband to tell them. Sarah knew it wasn't because Emmy was embarrassed, she had completely recognized her place. She probably just didn't care what Richard thought, or care about Richard at all anymore. Their cock had that effect on people, usually.
As Emmy emptied the tip, and wiped most of the shaft of all the feces it could give her, Sarah rose up in such a way that their cock never strayed far from Emmy's locked-in lips. Now with a foot on either side of her face, Emmy bothered to take her attention away from the beautiful cock in front of her, and looked up, locking eyes with Sarah looking down over their shoulder. Wordlessly, she understood what was about to happen. She stilled, and gave a quiet nod.
Sarah sat down, crouching on the bed, bending at the hip and knee, sinking their huge, shit-dripping monster straight down through Emmy's throat and into her stomach. A wet and slimy sound was heard as the cock stretched Sarah out around it. Her entire body had to work together to accommodate it. And so it did. She laid there, unyielding as she accepted 2 feet of cock, not the entire shaft, as it penetrated far down into her. Her lips were stretched taught around and scraped some remaining smeared shit off and onto her face. It ran in brown streaks, but she was in heaven in that moment. All a third person would see was the piss-glistening and shit-streaked face of a serene woman, which was being distended by an enormous rod smoothly sliding down into their mouth and throat. Emmy reached the bottom of her stomach, and proceeded to stand up again, slowly. Letting the wet sliding sound out again, enjoying it as it meant Emmy was now theirs. She was being face-fucked by a cock almost as wide as her waist, and she did it beautifully and gracefully. No gagging, just delighted acceptance of all that Sarah wanted to do to her. Placing their hands on their knees to support themselves, Sarah squatted all the way down again. Now came the time for Sarah to have her fun. The face-fucking shot up in pace. It came gradually, but quickly. Emmy's face was being entered and exited like a pussy now. A huge bump on her body pulsating up and down. Her body writhed in pleasure, and she began to masturbate. Sarah leaned further forward, placing their hands on Emmy's tits, raising and lowering their ass in a cyclic motion that facilitated the most extreme act Emmy had ever participated in in her entire life. Sarah was positioned like an animal. On all fours simply to facilitate the expulsion of cum from their cock, never minding if Emmy even enjoyed this, but knowing that she did. All they cared about was getting off inside Emmy's throat, and blasting an enormous load in her stomach, finally marking her with everything Sarah's lower body could produce.
Knowing Sarah must have been close, Emmy brought her hands up, and coaxed Sarah along by rubbing the exposed shaft that still stuck out of her throat. It was previously untouched by her, so this was her chance to get the last parts of the shit-sheath on their cock into her mouth. Scraping the shit down across the shaft, some of it entered her stomach, some of it down across her face and throat, soaking her hair. Finally, Sarah slammed their cock for the last time, the blur of movement becoming entirely still as Sarah let out a gush of cum in Emmy's stomach. A deep rumble came from inside Emmy as the huge tool voided several gallons of nut butter. A muted sound like a hose in a machine shooting out liters of gunk came from her stomach. It ebbed as the cum came in waves, engorging Emmy's stomach in steps. Like months of pregnancy were being added one at a time to her belly. Eventually, her stomach couldn't contain it further, and the cum rushed past the entire cock and up out of her mouth. It seeped like a baking soda and vinegar volcano down across her face. First up her nose and over her chin, then down across her eyes. Blinded by cum, she still directed her entire focus on extracting as much pleasure for Sarah as possible. She resorted to gently rubbing her hands up and down Sarah's shins, egging them on to blast every drop they had down and into her.
Finally done, Sarah extracted their cock from its new sheath, pulling it out of Emmy's throat slowly to enjoy the now even slimier, gunkier sound as it slid out. With a POP, it unsealed itself from inside Emmy, revealing how her face had been transformed into a white porcelain mask, with a big, dark red hole in the middle that gasped for air. Sarah fell over into the bed, laying down next to Emmy, not minding her gasping breaths as she came down from the unprecedented experience she'd just had. When she calmed down and began breathing normally, she started scooping the cum from her face, and down into her mouth, slowly clearing her face, but savoring the cum she'd been gifted. When she could finally see again, Sarah rolled over, ready to sleep, but slapping their cock on Emmy's stomach before starting to snore. Looking down, Emmy smiled at the huge object, it reeked still of shit and piss, but now had a coating of cum over the entirety of it, getting browner and browner towards the base, like a gradient, where she hadn't been as attentive at gathering up the shit smear. She understood what Sarah had meant by slapping it down on her. She now had to clean up. As the last thing before she went soundly to sleep, Emmy used both arms to hug the huge cock to her face, licking and sucking across it, cleaning the entire thing with a spitshine.
Richard had passed out half way through from stress at the sounds coming from the bed. He had heard whispers, gushing and squelching, but had blacked out and gone to sleep. In the morning, Richard rose up with a set. Looking around for Emmy, he was met with the sheer stench again from the bed beside him. It was completely drenched in yellow. He hoped Richard had had an innocent accident, and maybe even hoped Emmy had scolded them for it, putting some emotional distance once and for all between them. He looked at his phone before he stepped downstairs, and saw he had received a message from work. He had been called in for an emergency trip in just a few hours. He would have to be away for a week at least. A deep terror set in as he read it. Would this mean Emmy and Sarah would be alone together for all that time?
Arriving downstairs, he saw Sarah sitting at the dinner table with no shirt on. A cloth bad been draped across the table as though someone had dressed the table for a special dinner. A muted water-rushing sound could be heard from somewhere, but Richard couldn't place it.
With a cowardly disposition, Richard approached Sarah from across the table, "W-Where's Emmy?"
Sarah was eating breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast and OJ. They hadn't bothered noticing Richard yet. As they heard his voice, they looked up briefly before returning their attention back to breakfast.
Failing to get a response of any kind, Richard gave up and searched around the house for her. When he finally found nothing, he received a new message, asking if he'd even left the house yet. He didn't have much time, and soon he'd be late for the plane. He stepped back in the dining room. "W-When you see Emmy, would you tell her I have to go on a work trip? It's an emergency."
Sarah had been looking underneath the tablecloth. With a hand under the edge of the table, they were looking with interest, and a sly smile. Without even looking up, they responded callously, "Yeah, sure, whatever."
Knowing he wasn't going to get much more, he left the house dejectedly, wishing to at least say goodbye to his wife as he left for an extended period of time.
What he didn't know, was that Emmy had been in the room the entire time. She was underneath the tablecloth on her knees and hands, having never showered since yesterday as her body was streaked in piss and shit clumps. She was of course entirely naked, as was Sarah. They had completely foregone ever putting clothes on in the house ever again. She was at the end of Sarah's cock, drinking her fill of her morning dose of rank, amber piss straight from the source. Gulping gallons and gallons down, she hadn't even thought about Richard since last night. Uncaring for even seeing him out, she simply sat crouched and stared into Sarah's eyes as she sucked on the head with a smile in her lips and in the corner of her eyes.
Chapter 4
Chapter Text
2 weeks later.
Richard has finally returned home. He was entirely unable to work with any amount of focus. For the last 14 days he's been thinking about nothing but Sarah's huge cock and what exactly would happen when Emmy inevitably found out about it. He trusted she would realize Sarah fed her their piss, and of course immediately exile Sarah from their house forever. Problems with their wife or not, poisoning is no joke, and it's so insanely unsanitary, never mind degrading. Taking a breath outside the house's front door, Richard mustered himself to pull on the handle.
Walking in, nobody's in sight. All he hears is the TV in the living room, but when he walks in, he sees nobody there. On the screen is a disgusting porno. His heart sunk as he realized Sarah must not have left the house yet. The porno was very low quality, clearly homemade. It started as just shaky footage of an incredibly oversized penis, but eventually a hand entered from the top of the frame. Richard looked away in an instant as he realized the hand was about to insert a handful of feces into the penis, much like the terrible thing he saw two weeks ago in his own bedroom, but this time aiming straight for the urethra. Not wanting to poison his mind further with a view like that, he rushed out of the living room again. Although, something curious about the video was the angle of the arm that extended from out of frame. It couldn't have been the owner of the penis's hand. It would have had to be someone else's.
Walking up the stairs to search for Emmy, Richard hears a labored breathing along with slapping sounds. Rushing up to the bedroom, he discovers the door closed. Afraid to enter and possibly face something unseemly, something he couldn't ignore, he compromised between his crippling cowardice and his desire for Emmy and knocked on the door. The sounds stopped. A muffled voice sounded out through the door. It was Emmy. "Who could that be?" Richard subconsciously noticed how Emmy hadn't addressed the question to whoever was knocking, but instead had asked someone else, deferring to the third person's judgment. A laugh from Sarah rang out like nails on a chalkboard to Richard as he realized they were together alone in the bedroom. "It's that idiot husband of yours."
A moment of silence stood as Richard debated if he should talk through the door, maybe rebuff Sarah for their comment. Instead, footsteps took up all the sound space and came closer to the door.
Opening the door, there stood Emmy, in front of a dark room. She stood without shame in her birthday suit, tits rubbing against the door and the doorframe as she greeted Richard, not with a smile, but more of a curious face of recognition. Like realizing you forgot something and being surprised that you found it again.
"Oh, Richard." She said it with such a relaxed voice. Not with contempt, but just with mild interest at best. Like a polite indifference.
They stood in silence, watching each other. Richard studied her face. He'd noticed it looked different than he last remembered. He had been gone for a while, but this seemed like too big a difference from what he could recollect. She seemed... younger. More supple. Wrinkles had disappeared, and her skin looked immaculate.
Well, no. It didn't actually. In fact, her entire face was covered in both dried and wet stains. Around her mouth, cum had dried, accumulated, dried and accumulated again, over and over, creating a second skin around her mouth. It tapered off at her cheeks and under her chin, but at her lips it was layered thick enough to act like lipfiller, enlarging them to something akin to bimbo DSL's. Looking up, her hair had completely matted with something awful, laying wet and flat over her shoulders and down around her supple breasts. She looked like a swimmer who'd just breached the surface of a pool. Her entire body was covered in piss, cum and shit, flecks of feces bespeckling her breasts, arms, stomach and everything else. Emmy finally broke the silence, "So uh... you were gone for quite a while and uh... I found something super interesting I want to show you. Sarah has this super unique quirk. They have this huge-"
Interrupting her, Richard strenuously begins to spill like a waterfall how Sarah is a danger in the house. How they've been poisoning her ever since the first day they arrived. How she drank pee from the kettle and how they put shit under their foreskin like a disgusting, wild animal. Richard had expected quite a reaction, shouting at least, and a prompt kicking out of Sarah at the hands of Emmy and Richard, possibly even uniting them against Sarah. Instead, as he described the incidents, she smiled along, grinning wider and wider as the story got ever more depraved and disgusting. Recognizing something deeply wrong, he asked reluctantly why she wasn't more upset. She laughed at that, "Richard, I already know all that, and I wish you'd told me sooner instead of needing to wait for Sarah to teach me."
That truly unsettled him, what exactly had Sarah taught her?
Seeing the confusion on Richard's face, she stepped back, further into the bedroom, "Let me show you something super cool."
From around a corner in the room, Sarah walks over, naked.
"Sarah has this HUGE cock. It's like way bigger than yours, and it just fucking reeks of trash. It's so wet all over, too." Emmy presented Sarah's cock with her hands, lifting the huge, soft python from the floor by grapping the tip, bringing it to her hip. The rest of it hung like a drawbridge between the two.
"I think it comes from all the piss it leaks all the time, so I have to take care of it pretty often throughout the day. It spurts precum like a hose too sometimes." As she spoke, she began slowly jerking the cock off, dragging the foreskin back and forth on the shaft, coaxing it to full mast eventually. As it hardened, it dripped several cups of precum straight on the floor. Occasionally, Emmy would cup under the piss slit, lubing her hand and and using it to facilitate her stroking. After taking a pause to admire the enormous monster again, she crouched down, ass touching her ankles and legs spread wide, showing off her shaven pussy.
"You won't believe what it's done for my health, Richard. I've been drinking nothing but Sarah's piss for so long now. Sarah says they don't know what causes it," as she said that, she looked up at Sarah from her crouched position, smiling deeply, reverently, "but something in there, something bio-science'y, it just... god. It's done absolute wonders for my body."
The effect was obvious. She looked like she could pass for 22, not 31. A goddess of beauty, almost. Just as he met her all those years ago. It seemed even to have enhanced her body, growing her breasts much larger than her head, the width of them surpassing her torso and arms. Her ass had grown as well, becoming truly phat and ready to cradle a log of a futa cock.
Her eyes were locked on Sarah, but her body faced Richard still. She was stroking the now erect cock with one hand. She dug her head in the tip, letting her face be smothered with the sticky glans and foreskin. As she twisted her head, her mouth gliding across the cum slit repeatedly, she spoke, "It just-mmph... pisses so much-mmph... and it stinks so fucking mu-blmmph..."
She stopped speaking altogether as she just enjoyed rubbing her face in the huge head-sized cocktip, moaning as she did, making murbling sounds as her mouth passed over the glans. Each time, before she'd turn her head the other way, you could see several strands of sticky precum connecting her chin, cheeks and forehead to the cock. When she retracted her face again, she looked at the head with reverence. A deeply contented smile like she'd just made out with the love of her life. Then, without warning, Sarah sighed and let loose a wide beam of piss that cascaded across Emmy's tits, running all over her body. It stuck to her figure on the way down, conforming the flow to her breasts, arms, ass and thighs even. Without speaking a word, she simply let go of the cock, and began to rub her hands in the flow, caressing her new bimbo body. She rubbed the piss into every crevice of her body. Over her tits and areolae, her stomach and ample thighs, even over her cunt. She was efficient about it, like she'd done it hundreds of times before. Like it was a shower.
"It's completely revitalized me, Richard. I look younger, I feel fantastic. Ever since Sarah started putting every drop of piss on me or in me, I haven't felt nearly as alive as now. It seems like it enhances me too. Like it's reshaping me into what Sarah wants. Not just benefitting me with youth, but Sarah as well by making me look like a total snack!" She giggled at that. As she did, she turned around to let the gushing piss strike her back. She brought her hands back, rubbing the flow in between her huge ass cheeks, taking great care as she ran her hand down and over her asshole, making sure to slather the hole in as much urine as it would take. The ring was totally misshapen. It looked like a swollen donut, clearly having endured inhuman stretching.
"It's improved my body too. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to throat Sarah's cock as I did on that night you were sleeping on the floor." That one cut straight through Richard's heart. They had had sex on the very first night. There never was any hope from the beginning.
She dipped her head under the stream, and let it wash through her hair, soaking it even further. She enjoyed every minute, showering in the huge flow, appreciating every milliliter of piss Sarah had. Her body had turned back towards Sarah, her head facing down. When she felt she had appropriately soaked her already piss-soaked hair, she turned her face up, and let the stream hit her smack dab in her eyes, letting it flow across her face. She turned her head towards Richard for a moment, "It even tastes amazing! It's literally everything to me, Richard, it just does wonders. Sarah promised me they'll only ever use my body whenever any amount of piss is ready to exit that huge monster cock of theirs. I'll be their personal toilet for the rest of my life. Personally, I prefer it when Sarah just pisses right down my throat. Like this!" Immediately after she ended her exclamation, she turned her head back to the cock, locking her lips to the spewing spigot, creating a tunnel that continued straight from Sarah's bladder right on down to Emmy's stomach. She gulped and gulped, drinking every bit she got. Her throat worked absolute wonders, inexplicably able to consume gallons every minute without pause.
Sarah isn't satisfied, and places a hand on her head. Emmy responds by smiling with her eyes at Sarah. Knowing what's about to happen, she repositions her body to accommodate for what Sarah was about to do.
Sarah pulled her forward, the monster cock now entering her throat and esophagus. Richard had expected a gag, but instead it just slid down with a slimy sound, the pissing becoming muted as the sound now originated from inside of Emmy. A huge bulge showed on Emmy's front. Her throat expanded beyond belief, aided by the curious properties of Sarah's amber nectar. Her stomach was pregnant with piss now, stretching her abdomen out. She, in kind, pulled Sarah in closer with one hand on their ass, and rubbed her own belly with the other. The mounting pressure inside her had to be relieved, and the path it chose was out of Emmy's asshole. A brown tip of shit began slowly stretching Emmy's sphincter, enlarging to something the size of her own arm. A log of shit was being forced out by piss entering her intestines from the other end. Sarah made a gesture with their head, commanding Emmy. She reached her hand down and under the brown sausage, cupping it as it slapped free onto her hand. Her arm was being bathed in the pressurized piss flow now, but only for a brief moment. She raised her hand, carrying the feces up to the remaining shaft sticking out of her mouth. She placed it atop, and began spreading it out across the cock. With meticulous care, she ensured the exposed penis was completely encased in the waste.
Sarah spoke for the first time since Richard saw them again, "Your whore wife has been eating nothing but my shit and cum since your faggot ass left. It's basically not even her shit, as everything that ever goes down her throat is whatever my body can make."
When she was done, and only then, did she force her head forward. Not just throating futa cock anymore, she was also consuming the shit that covered the beast. Recirculating Sarah's shit back into her body. Sarah began fucking her throat in earnest now. This time though, they were able to hilt the entire thing balls deep in Emmy. Her body had changed completely to satisfy every debased need of Sarah's cock. A distension extended all the way from Emmy's gaping mouth, down across her chest, and all the way to her groin. From the other side, Richard could see Sarah's cock periodically peeking out from Emmy's winking asshole, penetrating the woman through her entire body. Sarah owned every inch of her by now. She belonged to them entirely. Sarah's balls struck Emmy's face repeatedly, her asshole opening and closing several times each second as the cock slammed itself through her at a rapid pace.
Finally, Sarah bottomed out completely, standing still and grunting. They were cumming an absolute beam, the cum technically traveling through Emmy down their cock, through and out of her asshole, hitting the wall and floor behind her. In a hurry and with a slight panic, she felt around for something, and finally fetching a large bucket. It looked empty except for a brown sludge that had dried and stained the walls and bottom. She rushed it under her ass to collect the stream, saving it for later. Richard noticed the cum wasn't pearly white, but instead slightly brown. It clicked in his head. That was Emmy in the video. Sarah's cum was stained with shit, and in turn had become shit-colored.
Like the sound of paint being poured, cum struck the bucket's already disgusting bottom, and started filling up, making bubbly squelching sounds as it struck itself. Part-way through, Sarah pulled back and out through Emmy, retracting their cock from her mouth with a "POP!" That didn't mean they were done cumming. Instead, the stream now took its home on Emmy's face and chest, painting her in a thick off-white mask of shit-cum. Her mouth was wide agape and accepting everything as it ran down her throat, not even swallowing. When Sarah finally finishes cumming all over her, she began dragging a finger like a squeegee across her face, letting the cum fall down and into her maw, joining the copious amounts of piss, shit and cum already permeating her entire body. When she was clean enough to start speaking again, she looked to Richard, "I have to recycle all the poop Sarah gives me, you see. It sustains my life now to eat every morsel they give me. It doesn't make all that much sense to me, but Sarah tells me I could live a very long life as long as I eat all the feces they rewards me with. Of course we can't just continue feeding me recycles shit from just my asshole, we sometimes have to re-fill on new shit! Let me show you."
She gets under the backside of Sarah and her hands meet either asscheek. She raises a finger and lets one slip into their asshole. As soon as she pulls the ring open even a little, suddenly a wet, slimy sound comes as rank, thick logs of sticky dark shit start rapidly spewing out onto Emmy's breasts and face. Nothing can be heard in the room except Emmy's moans and the sound of shit being let out like a sluicegate opened, the sound being akin to wet sand squeezing wetly out, along with occasional slaps as the logs gather on her huge chest and fall onto her thighs and the soaked floor.
"This ritual, Richard, has given my life a new meaning. From now on, Sarah is going to be a permanent fixture in my life. I know that doesn't leave much room for you, but this is really for the best. My life is much better served as the piss and shit receptacle for Sarah for the rest of my life. Their piss also lets me live like this for much longer than most people. I can just keep doing this for years while you die alone or something."
Finally, she walks around, shit on her chest, and crouches again in front of the giant member, that's now leaking piss onto her again. She goes in for a taste and takes three huge mouthfuls, giggling as she jovially refers to that as a "pick-me-up" before she explains that she's going to show Richard the last part of the cycle. Emmy reaches one hand onto the leaking member's head, and reaches in and under the foreskin, lifting it off the head, revealing the stinkiest, most rancid place yet.
Inside is a layer of smegma, shit and piss. Obviously never cleaned, but regularly emptied, she says alluringly, looking up at Sarah. She grabs a handful of the mound of shit on her body, and puts it in her mouth. She chews on it, and approaches the pissing head of Sarah's cock and puts her mouth to the opening in the foreskin. Finally, she empties her bulging cheeks slowly into the cavity, enjoying it each time as though this is the most sacred part of her life. She explains, in-between mouthfuls, "I have to chew it so it can conform to the space inside. Also it's just super fucking hot to do it like this, but it's nice to have a good excuse as well. Sarah explained to me it's necessary the foul shit be stored under their cockhood for an extended period of time before it's ready for me to eat."
Richard was passing out at this point. He was fainting from the sight, choosing not to believe that his precious Emmy could stoop to this. His life was over.
He fell to the ground, and as his eyes closed, he experienced the last thing he'd ever see his wife do, "God, I can't wait to devour all that stored shit in there, the smegma really adds such a nice touch. While we wait, Sarah, will you let me serve you by fucking your beautiful cock with my asshole?"
She turned around, presented her asshole, and accepted several feet of cock deep in her bowels. As they began their hours-long fuck session, Richard fell asleep on the floor.