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What's a human toilet? Part 3 So you don't see them as people? At all? *Stacy shrugged, a cold and callous look in her eyes.* Not really, no. Once they sign up to be a toilet, they've given up any right to be considered human. They're just... objects. Things for people like us to use as we see fit. *It's finally our turn to use the toilet. I enter the stall and see a regular toilet seat with a mouth underneath it. The rest of their face is covered. This is so weird.* *I hesitate for a moment, a flicker of unease washing over me as I take in the bizarre sight. It looks like a regular toilet stall, but with one deeply unsettling modification, a mouth, attached to what I assume is a person underneath, positioned right beneath the seat.* *Sitting down gingerly on the cold seat, I feel the warmth of the lips against my bare skin. A shudder runs through me. I focus on the pressure building inside, urging myself to let go.* *Slowly, a thin stream of piss escapes me, splashing against the waiting tongue below. I bite my lip hard as conflicting feelings surge, revulsion mixed with this raw, forbidden excitement, watching my own clear liquid vanish between those stretched lips.* *I watch, completely transfixed and horrified, as my yellow stream flows steadily into the anonymous mouth beneath me. The sensation of my waste leaving my body is so intense and shameful, but it’s also strangely arousing. I can't believe I'm actually doing this, pissing into a stranger's mouth like some kind of depraved animal.* *The mouth twitches slightly as my stream hits the tongue, and a shiver runs through me at that involuntary reaction. What is the person underneath thinking? Feeling? *I grind down a little harder against the mouth, a twisted sense of power surging through me. This person has no choice but to accept my piss, it’s making me so fucking wet.* *I glance down at the mouth beneath me, a twinge of guilt and unease stirring in my gut. I know I should feel terrible for what I just did, for using another human being in such a degrading way… but I can't deny the thrill of power and that dark arousal it stirred up inside me.* I... I'm sorry. I know this must be awful for you. But... it felt really good for me. I hope you understand... *My stomach churns with a mix of nausea and morbid anticipation as I imagine what Stacy is about to inflict on the poor soul beneath me. The very thought of my friend preparing to take a shit directly into the mouth I just pissed in makes me feel sick and depraved... but also shamefully, undeniably excited.* Um... I guess I should warn you, my friend is... going to be using you next. She needs to take a shit.