Now, I want the same thing, but not every two years, but all the time. Figs with him when I'm at the university, or with ancestors, or somewhere else, but at home you have to completely replace the toilet, did you understand me, bitch?

- Of course, I understood! - and now my voice almost rang with enthusiasm and joy. I came up with an application, so what! Olya leaned over, grabbed my chin and looked straight into her eyes with her piercing, unblinking eyes. I froze and stupefied ...

- amazing. How much time has passed, and you no, no, yes surprise me with your fucking. - Olga let go of my chin and leaned back in her chair.

- Thank you, Olya ... - it was the only thing that occurred to me. After all, I was praised, so I have to thank, right?

But in reality, everything turned out to be different, much more complicated than in words ... That same evening, Olya, having gone off in a big way, took me to the toilet and simply ordered me to eat everything that had just come out of it. I crawled to the toilet with enthusiasm, scooped the first batch of soft, lightly feces and sent my mouth, but immediately regretted my arrogance - it was worth the bitter taste of feces to spill in my mouth, as soon as my throat twisted a very strong spasm. Then, as if on click, the saliva began to stand out so furiously that I ran down my chin. Having gathered all my will into a fist and wondering what was happening to me, I somehow managed to swallow the first portion. With no less difficulty, the second went. Behind her third. And only I had already thought that everything seemed to be getting better, as I vigorously threw back into the toilet. I still remember this moment clearly and distinctly, my whole existence at once lost its meaning. I failed Olya. I was a weakling. One thought spun in my head with a furious merry-go-round: “Olya will expel me, now Olya will expel me for sure, I have spoiled everything ...” I wanted to say something, try to correct my mistake, but instead I just turned off ...

I came to myself a few minutes later, lying on the floor, still there, in the toilet. Olya was sitting nearby, also on the floor, but already in the corridor. I was insanely bad and ashamed ...

- So, chmosha. With a swoop failed, I see it. Apparently, at that time you greatly exceeded your usual possibilities. Although you have been ill for a long time, I remember that too. And I do not need nafig, so that you turn off every time, and then another week lay sick. Means what? - Olya looked at me questioningly. I just wanted to die quietly at this moment. I was sure that she would say something in the spirit: "So forget about the toilet service." But not my mistress, just to abandon his plans!

- So, we will act on science. I will train you. I'll start tomorrow.

The first thing Olya put me on a chain in the toilet. Then she connected the rings on my genital lips with a blocking rod and threw the key from the lock into the window.

- Until you learned to be a normal toilet - forget about the excitement. I forbid you. - I nodded my head. - If you learn, I will order a new key, you will not learn - so until the end of your life you will be with the lock on your pussy.

- Next, before leaving the house, I will always leave my shit unwashed in the toilet. It is all yours. Dab, smell, try to take in your mouth, do whatever you want, most importantly get used to the look, feel, smell. And, most importantly, to my return, everything was clean and nowhere smelled. - I, without end realizing my happiness, nodded again.

- First, you get used to shit, and then think about how to solve the problem of poisoning. - Olya finished instructing me, checked the chain links with which I was chained to the pipe by the ring on the collar and left the toilet. Unable to restrain my delight, I clenched my fists and jumped finely on the spot. Highly failed because of the chain. Olya not only did not drive me away, Olya will train me! Is not it happiness?

Then I spent on the chain in the toilet for more than 5 months.Apart from brief breaks when guests came to Olya and she hid me in one of the rooms, or took me to the bathroom to wash. My whole existence was at that time subordinated to one goal - I wanted to become a living toilet. Full live toilet. As Olya said, while she was not at home, I gathered her (or my) feces into my hands, rubbed, got used to his feeling on the skin, to the smell, to his different forms and conditions, licked, tried to chew and swallow. The last one was the hardest. I quickly enough learned to swallow feces and soon I could absorb already very solid portions, but I was able to keep in myself and digest the waste ... In general, I was sick. Another problem was ordinary food. Olya clearly did not want her toilet bowl to be burst with fish, tomatoes and cucumbers in their original, undigested form. The solution to this problem was found witty and advanced by Olga in the Internet. Soylent, an instant powder that completely replaced ordinary food for me, became it. But with the problem of nausea was more difficult ... By the end of the fourth month of sitting in the toilet, I could eat almost half of what Olga gave out at a time, but then inevitably I began to feel sick. I had already begun to despair again in my abilities, but not so Olya. She once again found a way out! Once, she came to my toilet and held out a plastic cup ...

“Swallow them,” the cup contained 7 or 8 tablets, of different sizes and colors. I, of course, did not ask any questions, knocked the glass into my mouth, and then I also scooped water from the toilet to wash it down.

- You will drink them for 2-3 weeks, and then we will look at the result. - Olya came out, leaving me in a slight bewilderment and pretty inspired. So it took another three weeks of sitting on the chain. Every day I drank a few pills and with hope and fear waited for Olya to decide to try me. And, finally, this day has come.

As usual, in the evening Olya fed me a portion of the pills, adding a couple more to them this time. After that, she sat down gracefully over a plastic plate in the toilet and began to push. I leaned to the floor, fascinated, watching the soft, light brown sausage of feces crawl out of my Hostess's anus and roll up into a neat pile in the center of the plate. My mouth was immediately filled with saliva, but not as painfully and copiously as during a failed test, as it happens with a hungry person who is looking forward to a delicious and quick meal. Well, except for the fact that then I didn’t feel like a man for a long time. Olya quickly finished her unimaginably majestic defecation act and pushed the plate towards me.

- Well, start, shitty. She smiled encouragingly at me.

Already by the usual movement, I separated a piece from the total mass, the size of a large sweet cherry, and sent it to my toilet mouth. Acute, sharp bitterness, which I never would exchange for any sweetness in my life, spread in my mouth. I began to chew diligently and soon I swallowed a slippery ball, pushing it through the esophagus right into my sewer stomach. Following the first piece, the second, third and fourth one went, I separated them, chewed and swallowed, one by one and ... I felt great! Not a hint of nausea! In the end, I got so into the taste, that with the remnants of Oliny, the feces filled my mouth so that I could not swallow it all at once and swallowed it in small portions, chewing and rolling my disgustingly delicious slush. When the feces were finished, I took a large glass with urine, which, of course, Olya also organized for me and with great pleasure washed down the bitterness with salty nectar.

- Thank you, Olya, it was very tasty! - I even allowed myself to smile.

- Well, how?

- It seems to be all right ...

- Well, let's see. If you want, you can go to bed. Tomorrow we will see what and how. Mouth just water it.

I again thanked my hostess and began to rinse my mouth with water from the toilet. Along the way, I listened to my feelings. The stomach grumbled and twisted, I was a little sick, but ... But there was no strong nausea, as before. It seems that I normally was able to take Olin's waste and began to digest it ...The night, however, passed restlessly. I spun and spun on the toilet mat, crumpling up the plaid that was given to me. I waited fearfully for bouts of nausea, meaning that Olin Dar is about to be asked outside. But that did not happen. Neither at night nor in the morning I was sick. A grunt in my stomach subsided, and in the morning I was just being taught. And that's all. And that's it! I was able, I took and digested Olina waste! Now it was necessary to consolidate the success. The ritual of eating Olin feces and drinking urine was repeated the next evening. And then the next. And then one more. I ate, ate and ate, once Olya went out with unusually hard feces - I was able to chew and swallow it without a trace, once it turned out semi-fluid - I also took it in myself, as it should be in a living toilet. I finally fulfilled the will of Oli, I learned to take her waste regularly, without interruption for illness and nausea! On the 153rd day of my sitting in the toilet, Olya went to the toilet and, without saying anything, took my old rag collar off me, and he barely slept on my neck, ringing the attached chain, Olya threw another on the floor next to me - light beige leather, wide enough, almost four fingers. On the throat of this collar brown letters with yellow edging were coarsely embroidered with the letters: WC.

I burst into tears of happiness.