Super Toilet Slave

In June, I went on a business trip to Nanjing with my boss, Director Wen (female), where we would stay

for about .

Actually, I wasn't particularly keen on going with her—although she was almost forty-five and still

retained her charm, she was usually quite strict with her subordinates, and everyone was a bit afraid of her. But to be honest, there aren't many women her

age who can maintain such a figure, appearance, and demeanor. Forty-five

looks like thirty-six or thirty-seven; she still appears as a full-figured and beautiful middle-aged woman. However, I think that perhaps her

long tenure as a leader has made her speech and behavior rather serious (although some colleagues have said that while she

's not , she's quite flirtatious and open-minded outside, practically known for her allure), lacking a woman's gentleness

, so I wasn't particularly interested. Plus, she's almost twenty years older than me, so I couldn't possibly have any

improper thoughts about her, and she probably treated me like a son.

Upon arriving in Nanjing, we were warmly received by the local department. That evening, the host family treated us to a

welcome dinner, relentlessly urging us to drink. Director Wen's hearty drinking was well-known throughout the system. So she

drank freely, finishing red wine, then baijiu (Chinese liquor), and finally even beer to "rinse her mouth." I was just an ordinary staff member, so no

one pressured me to drink, and I remained about 70-80% sober, while Director Wen was practically drunk.

We drank until 10:30 PM, when the host family took us back to our hotel. A woman offered to help Director Wen back to

her room, but to maintain her image (fearing she might lose control due to drunkenness), I declined, saying I was a grown

man and could easily help a woman. This saved them the trouble of going upstairs again, so I helped

Director Wen, swaying unsteadily, into the elevator and then into her room.

As soon as we entered, Director Wen went straight to the bathroom and vomited violently. After half an hour, she

emerged pale-faced, collapsed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep, without even taking off her shoes. Seeing her like this, I helped her

take off her high-heeled slippers and covered her with a thin blanket. Seeing her fair and sexy feet, I felt a sudden urge.

I was originally planning to go back to my room, but I was worried she might wake up in the middle of the night and cause trouble, so I decided to

spend the night on the sofa in Director Wen's room. That way, I could take care of her if anything happened. Besides, we're

so , it wouldn't cause any gossip. I drifted off to sleep.

After some time, I thought I heard someone groaning in slight pain. I opened my eyes and found it was already

dawn. I saw Director Wen slumped over the headboard. I quickly got up and went over to ask, "Director Wen, are you feeling unwell or

nauseous?" Director Wen opened her eyes weakly, saw me, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

I replied, "Oh, you were drunk yesterday, so I slept on the sofa. I was worried you might need water or something in the night, so it would be better to have

someone look after you." Oh, you're so thoughtful. "After saying that, she cried out 'Ouch, ouch' a few more times. I quickly

asked, 'Are you still feeling nauseous and uncomfortable?' Director Wen said a little embarrassedly, 'No, it's just that my stomach hurts and

I want to go to the toilet , but I don't have the strength to get up. Every time I drink too much, I get diarrhea the next morning,

and I always wake up with stomach pain.' Hearing Director Wen say 'diarrhea

' so casually in front of me without any hesitation, I felt inexplicably excited, thinking she was being very lewd. So I said to her, '

Then let me help you to the toilet.'

Director Wen said, 'Okay, hurry up! Ouch, my stomach hurts so much, and my anus is so sore.'" "At that moment, I

heard her say the word 'asshole' without any hesitation, which made me even more excited. I helped Director Wen to

the bathroom door, but we couldn't open it. It turned out that she

had locked , and it was too early to call a waiter. Just as I was wondering what to do, Director Wen

probably had another stomach cramp. She quickly covered her anus with one hand, groaning 'Ouch, ouch

' several times. I had a sudden idea and boldly said in an excited, trembling voice, 'Director Wen,

the bathroom door is locked. Since you're in such a hurry, why don't you just poop in my mouth and I'll catch it for you?

I'll be your human toilet, okay?' I guessed that with her stomach hurting so much, she wouldn't refuse.

She asked me, 'Don't you think it's dirty?' I quickly said, 'It would be my honor to serve you. Actually, I

've always dreamed of eating the runny poop of a beauty like you.'" "

Wen Chu forced a smile. "You're quite thoughtful, kid. My husband, at most, just holds my bottom up

when , so my legs don't go numb and cramp up from squatting." "

Seeing that Director Wen had tacitly agreed, I quickly lay down on the floor by the bathroom door. Director Wen was probably in too

much pain from her stomach and didn't care about being embarrassed anymore. She spread her legs, took off her pants, and squatted down in front of me. Her

beautiful anus was right above my mouth at that moment, and I quickly opened my mouth wide and pressed it tightly against her

anus, completely covering it.

I heard Director Wen let out a long, muffled groan, followed by a series of loud, popping farts. Her

anus exploded in my mouth, and a large amount of runny stool entered my mouth. It wasn't as smelly as I had imagined;

it was a little bitter and a little sour. I found the constant 'plop plop' sounds of her farting and the smell of her runny stool to be so sexy

at that moment . Director Wen's stool was very runny, and I swallowed it all in one gulp without

feeling any difficulty in swallowing it. Such a delicacy should not be wasted. After finishing the first runny stool, Director Wen

couldn't help cry out, 'Ouch, ouch.'" The sounds she made sounded both lewd and

stimulating .

As soon as she finished, she slightly raised her buttocks,

bringing , and then cupped her buttocks with her hands. Next, another large glob of runny stool

shot directly into my mouth from her anus, accompanied by a rapid-fire series of farting sounds. At this point, I could clearly see that her stool was

indeed very runny, a deep yellow color, like sesame paste. This time, some of the runny stool splashed onto my

face, but I felt no shame whatsoever; instead, I felt incredibly excited, as if my penis was about to burst.

Because I didn't completely cover Wen Chu's anus with my mouth this time, her "plop plop plop plop" farting

sounds were particularly loud in the quiet room. I believe that if someone were passing through the hallway outside, they

could clearly hear her farting and having diarrhea. Wen Chu's fair, plump, and sexy feet in high-heeled slippers

were right in front of me. The thought of such a beautiful woman with such beautiful feet squatting on my face and having diarrhea was simply...

I was so excited I felt like I was going to fly to heaven.

Wen Chu's buttocks were huge, plump, and white, so she had to use both hands

to spread them back and expose her anus completely to my mouth.

Wen Chu then cried out again, "Ouch, ouch, my stomach hurts so much." It seemed she had indeed upset

her stomach from drinking last night. Just as she finished crying out, another gush of thick, dark yellow, runny stool "plop plop plop plop" sprayed from her anus straight

into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily, thoroughly enjoying the delicious treat that had been brewing inside Wen Chu's body for so long.

Because this time her stool was plentiful and rapid, a small portion of it splashed out of my mouth, splattering onto my

body and the floor. Seeing how hard Wen Chu was struggling to spread her buttocks back and

how much her stomach hurt, I also used both hands to help her support her plump buttocks.

After a few seconds of pause, "pfft, pfft, pfft," Director Wen let out several loud farts, and

a small stream of runny stool followed, flowing into my mouth. I swallowed all of this sensual, delicious runny stool

. Seeing that Director Wen's previous stool was now as watery as water and had turned pale yellow, I thought she

was probably feeling better and had stopped defecating. I thought: What a pity, such a wonderful moment ended so quickly,

so I asked her, "Director Wen, is your stomach no longer hurting? Are you done?" Unexpectedly,

Director Wen didn't answer me. After a while, she suddenly raised her head, grabbed

her , and cried out, "Ouch, ouch, my stomach is starting to hurt again, it hurts so much!" After saying that,

her anus opened wide, and she let out five loud farts in a row, "pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft," I counted clearly,

five in a row, but no more runny stool came out of her anus. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I heard Director Wen

groan, "Ouch, ouch." I quickly offered my help, "Director Wen, you haven't had diarrhea anymore, so why does

your stomach still hurt so much?" Director Wen groaned and said, "Every time I fart, my rectum presses against my anus

and it hurts so much." I quickly asked, "Then how can I help you feel better?" Director Wen

groaned a few more times and said, "Can you press on my tailbone near my anus? It might make you feel better. My husband

always does that." As soon as she finished speaking, she let out a few farts in quick succession. I

quickly pressed my thumb on the spot she had mentioned, hoping to help relieve her pain. At the same time, I

quickly covered her anus with my mouth so that all the fart air could enter my mouth, allowing me to enjoy myself again.

But she still cried out "Ouch, ouch!" several times. I thought, if someone outside heard her

cries , they would definitely think something was happening inside the room, and would never guess that a middle-aged beautiful woman was

having diarrhea, and that she was defecating directly into a boy's mouth.

Director Wen usually seemed so elegant, but I never imagined she would have diarrhea like that, gushing out like a torrent, while

constantly crying out. It seems she's actually quite flirtatious and open-minded at heart; I'm almost falling in love with her.

After a pause of about ten seconds, Director Wen's anus stopped moving. She lowered her head,

moaning indistinctly. I carefully asked her, "Director Wen, is your stomach very uncomfortable?" She

hummed in agreement , then said, "Ouch, it hurts so much I feel like dying. My anus feels so swollen, it's killing me."

Hearing this, I quickly pressed my thumbs firmly between her tailbone and anus,

hoping to make her feel better. After pressing for a while, I saw Wen Chu's head suddenly rise again,

making a series of "yo yo yo" noises. I knew another delicious treat was coming, so I quickly opened my mouth wide.

Sure enough, the tender flesh inside Wen Chu's anus suddenly flipped outwards, accompanied by

a series of firecracker-like farts, one after another, five streams of dark yellow, watery feces gushed out of her anus

. Most of it went directly into my mouth, filling it to the brim. Her stool was so watery

that all of it flowed automatically down my throat.

Perhaps this was the last "heavy weapon," because this time Wen Chu's watery feces were plentiful and rapid. Besides what went directly into

my mouth, a lot of watery feces splattered all over my face, body, and floor. I even thought

I saw a few drops of watery feces splattered on the snow-white wall next to me. I felt my stomach was already

completely full of Wen Chu's delicious watery feces. After Ms. Wen finished relieving herself of those last few large, watery stools, she gently

farted a few times towards my mouth. Then, another stream of pure yellow, watery stool came out of her anus. It didn't go into

my mouth, but instead rushed onto my nose, almost blocking my nostrils and making me suffocate.

However this also allowed me to fully enjoy the smell of Ms. Wen's last watery stool—it even had a kind of eggy aroma. I knew that

Ms. Wen's stomach was now empty. Sure enough, she groaned, "Ouch, that was so uncomfortable!"

Then she turned to look at me and laughed, "Oh dear, I've pooped so much! You've

had your fill, haven't you?" I nodded hurriedly and reluctantly swallowed the last of the watery stool in my mouth.

I said to Director Wen, "Let me lick your anus clean again." Director Wen laughed, "Oh, you're quite attentive

. But it's alright, my anus was throbbing with pain from pooping just now, wiping with paper would only make it worse, so I'll have you lick

it clean for me." I raised my head and used my tongue to

lick away .

After I finished, Director Wen laughed again, "You little rascal, I didn't realize you were so good at serving people.

If it weren't for your mouth catching what came out of my anus, I don't know

what . Thank you!" My face seemed to turn red, and I quickly said, "Don't say that. Serving you and being able

to eat your runny poop is the highest honor I could ever ask for, something I've always dreamed of." Director Wen gave me a charming

look and laughed again, "So, do you want to eat it again in the future?" I nodded frantically. Wen continued,

"Okay, anyway, my stomach has never been very good; I get diarrhea several times a week. So,

when we're together, if I need to have diarrhea, I can just poop into your mouth, and you can use your upper mouth to serve my

lower mouth, okay?" I was overjoyed and kept saying, "I couldn't ask for more!"

That day, Wen was almost exhausted from her morning bout of diarrhea, so we didn't

go out and stayed in the hotel room all day. Later that day, Wen had diarrhea three more times, intermittently

, and each time she didn't go to the bathroom but just pooped directly into my mouth. Twice she did it while washing her hands.

On the floor of the room (we later asked a waiter to open the door), once she squatted on the bed and directly emptied her loose stool into

my mouth. She said it felt very stimulating to have it emptied directly into my mouth, and that it even made her stomach feel less uncomfortable when she was having diarrhea

. So that day, when she needed to have diarrhea, all she had to do was make a few "ouch" sounds, and my mouth was already

waiting to serve her under her anus.

However, because she had almost emptied her stomach in the morning, she only passed a little bit of

loose stool each time. The last time she squatted on the bed, she just farted a few times and a little bit of

yellowish loose stool came out. Later, she drank some white porridge and took some "antidiarrheal medication," which worked, and

her diarrhea stopped.

On the third and fourth days, we went out to run errands. On the fifth day, our plan was to

finish , then the relevant department would arrange for us to visit Purple Mountain and Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, and we would return in the evening.

On the morning of the fifth day, after I got up and washed up, I went to the office to find her so we could go downstairs for breakfast together. I rang

the doorbell for a while, but no one answered. So I went back to my room and called her room from the room phone. Someone

answered; it was Director Wen. It turned out she was sitting on the toilet and had answered using the bathroom phone. I could hear a slight pain in her

voice , so I asked, "Is your stomach upset again?" She hummed in response and said, "

I haven't had a bowel movement yesterday or the day before. I thought maybe I emptied my bowels that morning. This morning, after I got up, my stomach

hurt a little, and I thought I could finally go. But I sat on the toilet for more than half an hour,

and although my stomach was hurting in waves, I just couldn't pass anything. I still have that old problem with my stomach; I always get constipated after having diarrhea."

She hummed a few times and then said, "Come find me again in ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, I rang Director Wen's doorbell. The door opened, and Director Wen looked exhausted. When I went in,

I asked her, "Are you feeling better from your constipation?" She shook her head. "My stomach is still aching slightly. I feel like I need to poop, but

nothing comes out. My back is killing me from sitting on the toilet. By the way, I'm not going to eat breakfast; I

have no appetite at all." I thought for a moment and said, "This isn't a solution. I once read

about Would you be willing to try it?" Director Wen replied, "Using glycerin suppositories

, right? They didn't work for me. I've used them at home before, and they just made me poop out again, only making

my stomach hurt more. In the end, I still couldn't poop anything." I felt my throat getting dry, and with a mix of excitement and

nervousness, I blurted out my bold idea, "It's not using glycerin suppositories. It's about having someone put their mouth to the

constipated person's anus and suck out the stool."

Director Wen glanced at me and asked, "You mean you'd be willing to suck it out for me?" I quickly replied.

“Anyway, I’ve already eaten your runny poop last time, so I don’t think you’ll be embarrassed anymore, right? Besides, prolonged

constipation skin.” Wen thought for a moment and said, “Okay, my stomach is upset anyway,

so I’ll let you try helping me this once. I’ll give it a shot.”

So Wen squatted on the bed, took off her pajama pants, and her buttocks were exposed on the edge of the bed. She used her hands to spread

her . I half-squatted on the ground with my face up, and also used my hands to hold her two big buttocks apart.

My mouth tightly covered her anus, and then I started to work. I first licked her anus with my tongue,

licking along the pattern of her anus, so that her anus wouldn’t feel so dry. After licking for a while, I used the tip of my tongue

to slowly push into her anus. Surprisingly, her anus didn’t have much of a smell, just a slightly sour and

astringent odor. I kept stirring my tongue inside Wen Chu's anus for a long time.

After making "uh-huh" noises for a while, Wen Chu finally cried out, "Oh, I feel like I need to poop. Hurry up and help me

suck harder." I quickly pulled my tongue out of her anus, put my mouth over it, and sucked hard.

Wen Chu squatted down and pulled hard, her buttocks slightly raised, her hands supporting her on the bed, making "

uh-huh " noises incessantly. My mouth was pressed against Wen Chu's anus, forcefully sucking her poop. After a while, there was still

no reaction from her anus. Wen Chu had been making humming noises as if she was trying to squeeze the poop out of her anus.

Just then, she suddenly groaned in pain, "Ouch, ouch, my stomach hurts so much!

I felt like I needed to poop, but I still can't get anything out. Ouch, ouch!" A thought struck me, and I

said, "Don't worry, I'll go check the fridge in the room for ice packs."

I opened the fridge and found ice packs in the freezer. I took the ice packs back to the bedside and

handed them to Ms. Wen. "Put the ice packs on your navel and lower abdomen to stimulate your bowel movements. I'll

suck on them while you apply the ice packs, and you might be able to poop soon." Ms. Wen was probably in too much pain from constipation to try this method. She pressed the ice packs tightly against her lower abdomen, and I used my mouth to suck out

her anus . 　　After about five or six minutes, Wen pressed her right hand tightly against my head, crying out, " Ouch , ouch, my stomach is cramping, and my anus is starting to feel sore. I think I'm going to have diarrhea." Hearing this, I knew my method was gradually working, so I didn't say anything and continued to forcefully suck out her stool. I knew this was the crucial moment; I had to keep sucking. Her feeling of wanting diarrhea was just a reaction to the ice pack irritating her stomach ; it wasn't yet a sign that she was truly going from constipation to diarrhea. I knew that as long as Wen could pass some stool, the rest would be easier to handle. 　　Wen felt me forcefully sucking, and she also strained, making "uh-huh" noises as her anus gradually widened. Suddenly, I felt something hard and sharp touch my tongue. I was overjoyed, knowing that Wen was about to pass stool, and I continued to forcefully suck it out. Just then, I heard Wen Chu moan from above, "Ouch, my asshole is so swollen, ouch, ouch, I'm about to poop, please suck harder, ouch, ouch." Slowly, the tip of the first piece of poop became more and more visible. I felt that the poop that Wen Chu had entered my mouth was about two or three inches long, pointed and hard, a little bitter, and much more fishy and smelly than her loose poop. I felt that Wen Chu's asshole was swollen to its maximum by this thick, hard of poop. No wonder she kept moaning and groaning; at this moment, her asshole must have been in the most pain and discomfort. I quickly pressed my thumbs against the asshole and coccyx that she had mentioned when she had diarrhea last time.

Meanwhile, my tongue circled the slowly emerging piece of feces,

licking around Wen Chu's anus to lubricate it and make her feel more comfortable. Then I heard Wen Chu moan again, "Ouch,

why isn't this piece of feces completely out yet? Ouch, my rectum is pressing against my anus, it hurts so much!"

She was moaning loudly, and I thought if a man outside happened to hear this moaning and knew she was

constipated, he might ejaculate on the spot.

I continued to forcefully suck out a little more of that thick, hard piece of feces. Seeing that the feces hadn't

broken off naturally, and that Wen Chu's anus was definitely too weak to break such a hard piece of feces, I gently bit it off with

my teeth to avoid pulling too hard on Wen Chu's rectum. I held the piece of feces

that I had bitten off in my mouth, slowly chewed it, and swallowed it. It felt rough and gritty, not very

soft . It had a fishy, sour, and bitter taste, but strangely, it didn't seem too bad. After swallowing that piece of

feces, I frantically sucked out the remaining piece that Wen Chu hadn't yet expelled. She

continued to apply the ice pack to her lower abdomen. Suddenly, she cried out again, "Ouch, it's coming out again!

Help me suck it out, ouch!" Soon, another piece of feces emerged from Wen Chu's anus. This

time , it came out faster; I didn't even have to suck it out much, and it slowly slid into my mouth.

I quickly chewed it up and swallowed it. Then, I continued to suck it out with my mouth pressed against Wen Chu's anus. I knew

she hadn't expelled much feces after holding it in for two days. The second piece of feces slowly came out, also thick and

hard. Wen Chu's right hand was still pressed tightly against my head.

Expelling feces must have been very painful at this point; she kept crying out "ouch

, ouch ouch" as she defecated. I knew that only by helping Wen Chu quickly expel all the feces could I relieve her

constipation. So I used all my strength to suckle her poop. After sucking out about four or five inches of poop,

I gently bit it off with my teeth and ate it, just like before. Then I continued to suck it out for Ms. Wen.

This continued until Ms. Wen's third poop of the morning was almost completely in my mouth when she suddenly

threw the ice pack aside, flipped her buttocks over with both hands (her buttocks were slightly

raised at this point), and cried out, "Ouch, ouch, I'm going to have diarrhea!" Just as she finished speaking,

the remaining part of Ms. Wen's third poop rushed into my mouth. Before I could even swallow it,

a large amount of blackish-yellow runny poop impatiently gushed out of her anus. Because I

still had a piece of poop in my mouth, this time the runny poop from Ms. Wen's anus

sprayed directly onto my face and hair. The stench almost made me faint, but I felt very excited;

my penis was erect and I was about to ejaculate. After defecating, Ms. Wen let out a soft sigh,

"Oh, finally it's starting to have diarrhea." She immediately followed with two more cries of "Ouch, ouch,"

tightly gripping her large buttocks behind her back. Accompanied by a series of rapid, loud farting sounds,

several more streams of dark yellow, watery stool gushed from her anus. This time, the stool didn't spray directly into my

mouth —even though my mouth was wide open facing her anus—but instead

, it scattered like petals in the air with her farts, even splattering the white sheets

with .

Afterward, Ms. Wen defecated several more times, some directly into my

mouth , others splattering everywhere. Even my hands, which were supporting her buttocks, were covered in splattered stool.

Finally, a few thinner, softer, yellowish, not-too-watery strands of stool entered my

mouth. Then she said to me, "Finally, I'm all clean. Could you lick my anus clean? I

don't want to use toilet paper." I gently licked her anus and the surrounding area clean with my tongue.

Wen Chu must have felt better by now, because she laughed and said, "You really know how to cure my constipation. If it were

n't for your mouth helping me, I definitely wouldn't be able to poop by myself. Then I'd have to take laxatives, and sometimes

that doesn't even work, and it's even worse for my stomach. You're so kind to me. My husband would never help me poop

; he'd just insert an enema. You're so good to me." I smiled and said, "

It's my honor to help you poop. From now on, I'll be your personal human toilet." Wen Chu said, "

Okay , from now on, whether I have diarrhea or can't poop, I'll ask you to serve me."

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