Ch 12 My Turn In The Fishbowl

I ran after Lina and couldn't find her anywhere. I saw Jin in the hall and she was preoccupied at the fishbowl. Toilet was still in there and she had a group of women standing around, gawking at her predicament. She was now standing up straight and the effluent level was up to her chin. She had her head tilted back so she could still breath, and she was concentrating on standing tall and not moving.

Mistress Angela came out and spoke to the crowd. "Please give this amazing toilet a round of applause!" Everyone clapped. "Toilet, you've done such a great job in there, and you've served as a wonderful attraction for all our guests, so we thank you. And just before we fish you out of there, why not make a quick meal of the juiciest turd you can find!"

She fished around with her hands and picked up a medium sized, well formed piece of shit. She tried to remove some toilet paper that was sticking to it. The whole slurry was looking more homogeneous. Most of the shit was either dissolved or in the process of breaking down into a gooey mess.

Then she popped the turd in her mouth and started chewing. Everyone clapped again. Once she was done, Mistress Angela said "Alright Toilet. Time for a rest. Shall we get you out of there?"

"Yes please Mistress!" said Toilet with very little energy.

Just then the roof of the bowl opened up and a rope with some handles attached descended from an opening in the ceiling. "Grab onto the handles and we'll pull you out." said Mistress Angela.

Toilet lifted her hands up and grabbed the handles. I could hear someone from up above pulling the rope up that was out of sight somewhere above the ceiling. Toilet started to ascend and as she went upwards, fragments of shit and toilet paper clung to her saturated latex catsuit. Her exposed pussy and ass looked absolutely foul. She was about to have the most glorious shower of her life.

Mistress Angela then said "seems a shame to waste this collection of filth. Who wants to play a game?"

Oh no, I just knew she was going to pick me. Luckily she found someone else. Just then I saw Rachel leaving the toilets and trying to sneak by quietly with Greg, her partner. "Ah, Rachel, welcome! How was your time in the toilets? Would you like to play a game?"

"Oh, sorry Mistress Angela. Greg has just come to fetch me from the communal toilets, so I'm not able to play," she said, and gave a pleading look to Greg.

Greg, who was an overweight, angry looking man, looked at Rachel and chuckled. "You'll love this babe, you heard Angela. Get up there! Make me proud!" he said. He slapped her ass and she looked sad.

Poor Rachel, this isn't right! I need to help. "Perhaps we can pick someone else? We've both just come from the toilets and could use a break."

"Are you volunteering John? How kind of you. Come on up here!"

I really should have kept my mouth shut. Not sure how to get out of it I asked: "Mistress Angela, have you seen Lina? I really need to find her!" I said.

"I'm sure you'll find her soon enough, this estate isn't that big," she said. I didn't want to explain to the whole group and I also really didn't want to defy Mistress Angela, so I approached. I'm sure I could patch things up with Lina later on, and at least I was helping Rachel.

"Rachel, come up here as well. We are going to play a classic game of chance. One of you will be dunked and the other spared, if you play it right." It seems my valiant offer to take her place had been ignored.

Everyone gasped. It was pointless to argue. This was turning into a very long day! I was also very much looking forward to a healthy dinner, but now I see that possibility shrinking.

I approached and Mistress Angela said I should strip and climb up a rope ladder that was hooked onto the side. Rachel was disrobing and doing the same. She looked so sad, I really wanted to give her a hug to let her know I'm here for her. I didn't though, who knows what Greg or Mistress Angela would do.

At the top someone from above had just installed 2 seats that looked like platforms extending above the opening of the bowl. Rachel and I took a seat each and sat there covering our privates. The smell coming up from the fishbowl was horrendous. I looked down and it was like looking into the most putrid music festival, neglected porta-potty you've ever seen. And one of us was about to be dunked.

"This will be a quick game ladies and gentlemen," Mistress Angela said. There were cheers from the crown, which has now grown to about 30 ladies and a few men. I looked out and I saw many familiar faces, but Lina wasn't there. Greg was looking on proudly with an evil grin.

"Here's how it will work. They're going to play rock, paper, scissors, but there's a twist. It will be the first one to win 3 games, but if we get 3 ties, both will be going for a shit dip!" There was some chatter. This seems pretty unfair, but I guess fairness wasn't the point of this game.

Mistress Angela said "I will count you down. It will be 3, 2, 1, show. Is that clear?" We nodded. "Ok, here we go. 3, 2, 1... " I threw rock, and Rachel threw paper. Oh no, I'm down early!

Mistress Angela counted us down again, "3, 2, 1..." this time we both threw rock. That's one tie. "3, 2, 1..." she threw scissors and I threw paper, so now I'm down 2! The crowd started to taste blood. Then I heard Greg shout "Cmon John! We want to see Rachel covered in shit, not you, mate!" He was rooting for me so he could see his girlfriend publicly humiliated. What a horrible human being.

"One more John and you're going for a swim," said Mistress Angela. "3, 2, 1..." then I finally won one with my rock beating her paper. "3, 2, 1..." I won again, this time with scissors. Now we're at 2 each and we were nearly finished the game. "3, 2, 1..." and we both threw paper. There was so much tension in the air. Whatever happened on the next throw, one, if not both of us would be going in. Then Rachel did something completely unexpected.

Rachel looked at me and whispered "I'll throw rock, you throw paper." Why was she telling me this? Was it a trick, or did she want me to win? I couldn't understand it, but I didn't have time to think. I decided to trust her, but instead of paper I was going to throw scissors so she would win. "3, 2, 1..." I threw scissors, but unexpectedly she threw paper, and I had won!

The crowd was probably at 50 people now and some had come out from the dining room.

"Oh no! You were supposed to throw rock!" I said.

"I knew you would try to save me. You shouldn't be up here with me, it's not fair to you. I can do this," she said and started to sob. Then she reached behind my head and started to kiss me deeply. It was passionate, and caring. Then I quickly heard Greg shout out, but before I could turn to look, Rachel disappeared from my arms and was gone. The seat had collapsed beneath her and she fell into the slop down below. She made a weak splash that was more of a splat and everyone gasped. She was underneath for about 5, very long seconds, and then I couldn't bear it so I jumped in after her.

It was warm, putrid and slimy. I felt some kicking legs and arms and I stood up, I felt around and grabbed her to pull her up to the surface. She came up panicked and caught her breath. She looked at me, smiled and put her arms around me. I looked out through the smeared glass and I could see dozens of faces, although not very clearly. Greg's face was becoming quite clear as he approached and started shouting at Rachel, calling her a slut and all sorts of horrible names.

Then I saw Lina come close to the glass. The glass was so smeared with shit that it was difficult to see through it, but it was her. She had her bags with her too. She was leaving!

"Lina, where are you going?" I asked, alarmed.

She said "have fun John. You're not who I thought you were. Good bye." Then she walked out.

My heart was broken. Rachel hugged me tighter and said "I'm so sorry John. I hope that wasn't because of me." The truth is I was never anything more to her than simply a research subject.

Mistress Angela said to me "John, what are you doing in there? We need to get you out of there. The fishbowl is built for 1 person only."

"Take Rachel out. I'll take her place," I said.

"John, no!" protested Rachel.

"I'm staying. Lina's gone, I might as well just wallow in here." Just then a big shitty mess spilled out of one of the pipes above us and splashed onto my head. The timing was perfect.

Then a ceiling opened and the rope descended again. I again insisted and Rachel grabbed the handles. She was pulled up and it was an amazing sight to see her ascend, completely covered in sticky shit and toilet paper.

"Thank you John!" she said as she rose up. "I won't forget this. Lina doesn't deserve such a nice guy like you!"

Then she was gone, and I was alone. At least I was tall enough that the shit and piss slurry was only up to my chest. Mistress Angela then said "John, you can have your dinner in here, and then we'll fish you out before bed. A nice way to end the day, wouldn't you agree? Or we'll come get you if the level gets too high. There's usually a rush after dinner," she said, and everyone chuckled.

I waded in the shit and looked out on all the people watching me. The crowd started to disperse. I asked Mistress Angela if she knew where Miss Lina had gone, but I already knew.

"I'm sorry, John. She left. She said she had to go."

"Did she say why? Did she leave with anyone?" I asked.

"She did, actually. She left with a man that I haven't met before," she said.

So that was it - my pathetic relationship was over almost before it started. And now I'm in a world that I can't escape. I can never go back. I will never again be 'John, the boring business analyst.' I'm now, and forever will be, 'John, the human toilet.'

Every few minutes I would get another delivery. Most often it would be a quick splash of piss, but every now and again I would get a combo. The angle of the effluent pipes were random so I would never know if it was going to rain down on me or not. Most often it would miss, but a few times it dropped right on my head. Once I was caught looking up at the pipes and a slurry of shit hit me right in my face and mouth. The few onlookers clapped when that happened.

I moved around and inspected my surroundings. I was amazed at the variety of turds sitting suspended on top. I was getting hungry as well, and I was ashamed at the thought that I was becoming accustomed to the idea of eating shit for dinner. And here I had nearly unlimited choice. I searched around for something that looked appetizing, and found a gigantic football shaped turd. It was so impressive - it had the girth of a grapefruit. I can only imagine the asshole that came from. I took a bite and I could tell immediately that this person had eaten something very sweet. I found another knobbly, dark brown turn. I took a bit and it was actually tough. This one tasted very bitter and had an oily texture as I chewed. I had a few more bites, and then I found a soft looking, lightly colored turd. It was consistent in texture and very soft on the palette. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it was delicious. I ate the whole thing. I then needed a drink. This was less appetizing but I needed to wash down my dinner with something. I moved to the side of the bowl and found a section on top that looked like it was mostly urine. I took a big gulp and it wasn't too bad. I'm going to need some real food and water soon; I could feel my body turning on me.

I continued to wade and I found myself playing a game since there wasn't much else to do. Whenever I heard the pipes start to rumble I would move and try to guess which pipe would contain the delivery. One point to me if I could guess it correctly and it landed on me. It pleased onlookers as well, and I might as well provide some entertainment while I'm here. I may never get this chance again.

As the level began to rise I had to stop playing my little game and focus on standing up straight. The level was rising quickly now that dinner had finished and guests were using the restrooms.

I finally started to get that now familiar nervous feeling, which is what Mistress Angela had planned I'm sure. I just hope she or someone else is watching. It would be impossible to swim in this thick mixture. I was now standing on my tip toes and I was focused. Then a torrent of piss came down one load after the other, followed by 3 loads of shit. My face was almost submerged. I screamed out, "hello? Can someone help me?" but no one came. There was a group of women standing, tapping on the glass. My head was now almost completely submerged. I started to jump and kick to get air and tried to stay afloat in the liquid. It was actually possible and I was managing, but I couldn't do this for long. Finally after about 30 minutes of bobbing up and down, Mistress Angela acknowledged my plight.

"How are you doing there John? I think it's time to get you out," she said.

The ceiling opened again and down came the rope. I reached up and held on tight. As I was lifted up I could see a big crowd had gathered again. I could see Chandy waving. I saw 2 trolleys containing bound women getting ready for the dessert bar. I saw Georgie and Lassie as well, and she gave a small wave. But there was no Lina.

I was pulled up into the ceiling and a woman dressed in latex was there to receive me. She held her nose with her thumb and index finger. I remember thinking 'you sure picked the wrong job if you can't stand the smell of shit.' I'm completely numb to the smell now after that experience.

I was brought to a shower and the woman said "clean yourself up. Mistress Angela wants to see you."

I had an amazing 30 minute shower with plenty of soapy water. It was glorious. After I was done I put on a robe that was provided for me and walked out of the bathroom. The woman had been waiting for me. She told me to follow her down the hallway, which I did. She motioned for me to enter the Mistress Angela's office, which I did.

"John, please have a seat."

I sat down. I felt like I was being called to the principal's office. "Hi Mistress Angela, did I do something wrong?"

"Haha, on the contrary. You've impressed me greatly. I've never met such a marvelous toilet before. You've performed your duties admirably, I'm starting to wonder if you have any limits at all?" she said.

"Well it was easy when Miss Lina was here guiding me. I would have done anything for her, but she's left me," I said with sadness.

"John, I am sorry. I did speak to her outside before she left. She was very hurt. She said she loved you. I'm not sure what happened between you two. Anyway, it's her loss I say! And the reason I brought you in here is to offer you a job. You can stay here at the Abbey if you like and work as a house toilet, just like Chandy. We're entering our busy season and toilet play is one of our main attractions. It's up to you."

"Well, I would have to wrap up my lease at my place and pack up all my stuff. There's a lot to organize," I said.

"Pish posh, details my darling. We have people that can do that sort of thing for you. The real question is, do you want to work here? There is plenty to do when you're not eating shit of course. We have courses on dominance and submission. We have doms, or mistresses, that run classes and we're always in need of willing subs to help out in class" she said.

"It does sound interesting. How much does it pay?"

"Pay? Sorry honey, if you do this, it's on a voluntary basis. This is not a brothel and there is no money exchanged here, ever."

"I see. Can I have some time to think about it?"

"Sure! You have exactly as long as it takes for me to push out this turd onto this plate. You decide. If you're in, you will need to eat. If not, I understand, but I'll need to arrange transport for you tonight. With Lina gone we need the King suite for another couple," she said. "Either way, I need to go right now."

"Mistress Angela?" I started, "is it OK if I eat it straight out of your beautiful ass? I like eating straight from the source."

"Of course darling. Come here," she said as she bent over, unzipped her catsuit crotch to reveal a beautifully toned bum. She leaned over her desk and said "have your way with me. Eat it up!"

She pushed out a smooth looking turd and I started to chew off bits and quickly swallowed it down. I made no mess and it was the most efficient toilet service I have provided yet. I felt very proud actually.

"Well! I'm very impressed, John. I'll never understand how another human can bring themselves to do something so disgusting, but that's the spice of life. I'm sure you don't understand how I can get enjoyment from watching you eat either," she said.

She was absolutely right. I could never do that to another human and certainly wouldn't get any pleasure from it.

"OK John, you have the night off from any public duties. Why don't you go find Chandy. She'll show you where you're sleeping tonight."

"Thank you Mistress Angela for this great opportunity! I won't let you down," I said.

"I know you won't," she said. "Run along now toilet boy!"