Sally The Urinal At A Wedding

This story has a lot of nasty things and is completely unrealistic, so if you were looking for something either less degrading or more plausible, look somewhere else. As usual with this series, it involves copious amounts of piss and inflation.

This has been, by far, the happiest day in my used toilet life.

Nina and Master are getting married! And I get to be the party's special flesh urinal!

The service has been wonderful. Nina was dressed in a wonderful white G-string, with a beautiful "CUM DUMP" embroidered on the spot that covers her ashy blonde bush. Her body was covered in obscenities written by different friends and guests before the celebration. Master had written first, right in the middle of her chubby belly "MARRIED FAT FUCKDOLL". Other obscenities had been written on the rest of her body, so many that it was hard to decipher at times. After a very inspiring sermon about the duties of husband and wife, the priest was getting to the most important part.

"Do you want... to marry Nina the Cum dumpster?" asked the priest to Master.

"Yes, I do," answered Master.

The priest turned now towards Nina.

"Do you Nina, the Cum Dumpster, want to marry...?" he asked of her.

"Yes, I do," she answered.

She was so glad she wanted to cry; I could see it. When you live with someone as long as I have lived with those two, you get to understand them pretty well. She had been throatfucked and bukkake'd by Master's groomsmen 30 minutes before the wedding, so to a person that was not as close to her, the reddening of her eyes might seem just an aftereffect of being abused as she had. But no, let me tell you. Those were not your classic

I have had a cock shoved down my throat and cum shot right on my eyes

kind of tears. These were tears of joy.

"Hey, come here toilet. On your knees and open your mouth," whispered someone from the third line. It was Nina younger brother, a 19-year-old kid. A bit spoiled and annoying, if you ask me. Only a brat like that would ask me to swallow his piss in the middle of such a moment. I did as I was ordered though. A toilet doesn't reply, it just takes what is thrown into it. I sat beside the kid, and he shoved my head on his unbuttoned pants. I took his whole dick without a gasp. He started urinating down my throat while the priest was still talking.

"Do you accept that your wife also has a duty, to be a public fuckhole?" the priest asked Master.

"I do, and I cherish it," he answered.

"Do you accept that, as well as your duties as a wife, you will never abandon your purpose in life, which is to be a public jizz tank?"

"I will always be everyman's fuckhole and cumrag," answered back Nina.

I was curious to see their face whilst they made those pretty unconventional vows, but at that moment all I could see was Nina's brother's pubic hair sticking a bit too much in my eyes. Jeez, this was a long piss. I could also tell, don't ask me how, that it was a pretty pungent and very yellowish piss. It's from the way it mixes with other people's piss, it kind of bubbles in my stomach. Later I had pretty nasty burps, and the fault is most likely this young man's. This kid did not drink a lot of water since he woke up. Sometimes it's on purpose, but I think this boy is not that bright anyway, to come up with such a nasty plan. When I finished I gasped for hair and resumed watching the marriage. As I raised myself to watch the scene, Nina was sucking the Priest's cock.

Yikes, what a tramp, right in front of her husband.

A man tapped my shoulder. I turned and saw it was a friend of Master, Vincent. Vincent is pretty much one of my closer friends at this point. Who am I lying to? I actually have a pretty heavy crush on Vincent, and he is in love with me too. He comes at least once a week to watch some trash Japanese show that he and Master have been watching since they were teenagers. Nina and I refuse to learn its name. He has made use of my services thousands of times, and is the only man, together with Master, that can tolerate my stink for longer period of times. Often, during summer nights, he has slept with me outside in the garden house close to Master's villa, hugging me, resting his head on my little breast, or on my inflated belly. More recently, with Master's approval, I have actually gone to his house to have what one would call normal dates.

"Come sweetie, I need to leak," he said in a low voice.

"Sure. Can you fill me in the ass though? I don't wanna miss the scene," I asked him.

"No problem, Sally. I took one of those pills though, just so you know."

"No issue, I will have to take off my jeans anyway," I told him.

I stood up and sat on his lap. Without making too much noise and taking the stage from Nina (now clearly finishing the priest), Vincent slid his cock into my bum and pistoned immediately a huge, huge amount of urine into my body. That is what the pill does. It makes you piss like a fountain, both in pressure and in. My belly felt it immediately.

"AAAAH" screamed the priest, taking his cock out of Nina's mouth. He came onto her face, shaking as he stroked the last few hits. A massive jelly load, from the look of it.

My belly was getting heavier, I had probably already a bunch of kilos of piss in me by the time Nina had stood up to get closer to Master.

"You can kiss your public cumrag wife now" said the priest, still in shock from what was probably the best blowjob he had ever received.

Nina and Master started making out furiously, the priest's cum leaking on Master's mustache.

Tears started forming in my eyes. I was moved by the scene. Vincent took the tear, put it in his mouth, and kissed me. I knew my breath was quite nasty, but he was used to it.

"Beautiful scene, isn't it?" he asked me, once he was finished kissing.

"Yes, beautiful. I am so happy for them," I answered.

The service was finished and so we were asked to leave the building. As I stood up, I realized I had forgotten one very important item. I did not bring my set of buttplugs, the one I use mostly to keep the piss inside. Fuck.

Nina and Master were going down the aisle, reaching the door, and leaving. I had to be with them outside!

"Vincent, I have to stand up and get outside to be with the two lovebirds, but I forgot my plugs and I don't want to shit piss in this place."

I do have some sort of respect for God's House.

"Ok, I'll help you," he said.

I stood up, my belly already looking like I was 7 months pregnant. Vincent helped me. He got on his knees and took my jeans off.

"You should just go barefoot, high heels sound like a dumb idea in your predicament," he said.

"I need to keep some sort of elegance, even this mess into my tummy," I said.

Fuck he was right. It was hard. I find walking in those things hard normally. With a massive piss belly, it was way, way harder. Fortunately I leaned on Vincent's shoulder. He helped me keep my body straight. I strolled outside faster than normally would. Nina saw me at once. I saw her in the eyes. Her left eye was redder from the tears of joy and the clergyman's nasty load. Underneath the right eye, someone had managed to write "Cum Rag" in a perfect gothic script straight out of the Middle Ages.

"Sally why are you walking like you forgot your buttplug?" she asked me.

"Because I am a stupid flesh urinal, and I forgot my buttplug. Wink wink," I answered, smiling at her.

"Toilet do you need help to keep it in?" she asked, smiling.

"Nah, I will have to just shoot it out," I said.

In that moment, I had a brilliant idea (for a toilet): I saw the cameraman, filming the whole ceremony, aiming his camera at me. I hoped that Master and Nina wouldn't mind that I was going to take the scene for a bit. I got closer to the dude, squatted, and did an Akanbe (a mocking pose where one pulls down one eyelid and sticks his tongue out at the same time). Vincent understood it immediately. He pushed with his soft hand on my inflated belly, and I emptied myself from my asshole while the cameraman was filming. I am quite proud of myself for that. I managed to keep the akanbe even while I was shaking from a pretty intense orgasm. Master ran from Nina to where I was to make sure I did not fall on the church staircase that I just made slippery (my bad).

Nina's mother came towards me and spat on my face.

"You took the stage on my daughter's precious day! You disgusting toilet!" she screamed at me right afterwards. I laughed, and so did Nina, Master, and a lot of other guests.

"Lady, your daughter has been cummed upon by the fucking priest, shut up!" screamed one of the guests, laughing.

"Chill mom! She just forgot the butt plugs home," Nina said as she walked towards me.

I could see that the priest's cum was now as dry as the rest of the spunk from the groomsmen from the pre-wedding blowbang. I managed to stand straight and hugged her. After a long hug, we both got very emotional and stood still for a few moments.

She kissed me on the cheeks, and I screamed from the top of my lungs, looking at the sky.

"THE FUCKHOLE IS HAPPILY MARRIED!!!!!!"

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The dinner had been splendid for everyone. The guests had delicious Italian food. Nina had a special dinner: a juicy steak topped in fresh cum from the guests. I had, as usual, piss-based food. This time Master had ordered expensive spices to cook it, so it tasted very good. There were dances, speeches, and the whole shebang.

Master had been very strict with the other guests about my presence among them during the dinner. I was going to sit among everyone else, reeking of piss or not. Those that were not happy to be near me, could move. He had even asked me if I wanted to not be used for the whole duration of the dinner. I answered the way I thought was proper of a toilet:

"Master,

I am a flesh urinal

. If someone needs to piss, why would they need to walk so far away while I am here. Let them fill me up, cover me up. This is my role and what I am good for."

"You are right Sally. If they find it gross, they can fuck off somewhere else," he said at last.

So, I was there, among everyone else. I had to empty myself 3 or 4 times during the whole dinner. The guests were polite enough to never push it too hard, making me puke piss in the middle of the dance floor by shoving their cock too roughly inside my mouth.

After dinner there was a party. This proved to be very fun, but also very tiring for me. Nina was not fucked too hard or too often. Everyone had the decency to just cum on her if they wanted but leave her sort of alone for her husband and Master. People did not have that decency with me, to say the least.

The most extreme humiliation came around 1 in the morning. I knew some sort of test of my limit was coming, because I had been sent to a newer round of body modifications not too long before the marriage. The limit I had before was around 70 filling before I had to empty myself from either my mouth or my ass. But the pill had made those numbers pretty much useless. I needed to be stronger, more elastic. Sally the Toilet needed an upgrade.

I was made to sit in the middle of the stage, a big and strange shaped butt plug in me, making sure I was not going to leak anywhere. Vincent brought a pretty wide funnel. He made me tilt my head, to make sure that my jawline and my neck were almost aligning and then put the thing in my mouth. Whenever he and the other guests had to pee, he would gently push it down my throat. Then they would start to piss in the funnel in groups of 5 or less. Most of them had taken a pill. They were kind enough to control the pressure, but this made each piss lasts minutes. Breathing was hard.

Yes, I was not simply inflated by the end. I was almost a balloon of piss. At some point, to pat me on my head and call me a good toilet, Nina came close to me. I was inflated on all sides. Normally the inflation would only be visible on my stomach. This time it was on all sides. She had to push her leg on my roundness (I dare not call it a belly anymore, it was something else, something more morbid). She tried to be as careful as she could, but in the end, she had the (hopefully) unwanted effect of making me spit the funnel and puke a bit piss, that shot straight for her tits. She immediately shut my jaw with her full strength to avoid a mess. The amount of piss would have likely covered the whole floor, dirtying everyone's shoes.

After I somehow managed to swallow the piss that was trying to force her way out of me, I took a deep breath, and started burping some nasty ass burps. Master came close to me.

"Do you want to take a break Sally?" he asked

"Yes Master, that would be good," I answered, while burping in between every other word.

"Do you want to empty yourself? You did a good job, we are awed. You are the most fantastic flesh urinal that has ever lived, But this your limit, I can see it," he said.

"Thank you Master," I said, almost moved by his compliments. He meant that.

"Everything to make your wedding with Nina a special day," I added.

"And we love you for that," said Nina.

One of the people working for this evening took a mouth gag to Nina. She fastened it around my mouth, to make sure that I was not going to spill a drop again.

Two men carried a pretty big inflatable pool on the grass field beside the dance floor. Master, Vincent and a couple of other guests carried me from the floor to the field of grass. To be precise, they dragged me. They sweated a ton on the way, I, who normally weight less than 60 kg, weighted more than a washing machine at this point. They let me slide inside the inflated mattress, the way Jabba the Hutt would have. Nina was the only one that got inside with me. She first removed by plug. The pool began to fill immediately.

"Don't push it out too hard baby," she said immediately after, while stroking my piss-soaked hair.

Then she unfastened the mouth gag. Piss started coming out of my mouth too. I was flooding the pool. After I had lost already many many liters of urine from both holes, she finally found enough space to kneel down beside me and caressed my face, while I was still puking.

"You were such a good urinal, Sally."

Piss kept on coming out.

"We have filmed the whole thing. We can watch it together on girls' night, you and me. Would you like that, Sally?" she told me.

I managed to nod while still emptying myself. I could not speak.

"We are going to watch it while we make love, you and me. Master will not be allowed. It will be my wedding gift to you," she continued, while stroking my hair.

Since it was full, I could now push more piss out of my butthole without risking it spilling too much outside. I pistoned it out like a geyser.

Her body got covered in piss from the belly down. I had to put my head on her fat thighs, since there was enough liquid in the pool now to dive in it. Or even drowning.

When I was finished, I was gasping desperately for air. Fuck, this had been hard.

"Nina can you finger me?" was the first thing I thought and said when I had gathered enough strength to utter a word.

"Of course, darling," she said.

She put her hand in the warm piss pool and started gently touching my genitals. She used her middle finger to gently push on the clit, while stroking my labia with her index.

Master came close to us. Behind him, a bunch of male guests.

"Girls, this is too hot, even for me. Can I cum on your face, my dear wife?"

"Of course, my wonderful husband," answered Nina.

She normally likes to fondle his balls while she waits for his cum, but this time she preferred caressing my hair. They were looking each other in the eyes while he masturbated. He came shortly after. A massive load. Nina managed to keep eye contact the whole way, mouth closed, in a serious yet content expression.

He stayed there for another minute, staring at her beautiful wife covered in his cum and covered in other people's urine from the legs down. After a while, he turned away and let the other guests ejaculate on her wife. After half a dozen of them had covered her in spunk, Nina's brother decided to give her a golden shower, "cleaning" her stained face with yet another very smelly piss. His foul liquids started falling from her face, down her juicy tits, onto my face. This whole scenario was so arousing.

Me, laying in a piss pool. Nina fingering me, gently at first, then harder and harder as every man covered her in spunk, using her as the cum rag she is. The cherry on top, Nina's fucking brother, the blood of her blood, using her not as a fuckdoll, but as urinal. I came so hard. The first wave of the orgasm hit me so hard I thrashed inside the pool enough that some piss flew on top of some dude's shoes.

When this was all over and me and Nina were left alone, she gently raised me from my armpits, like one does a child. She then put both her hands on my cheeks, caressing them and piercing my rotten disgusting soul with her big blue eyes swollen and red from countless men's jizz.

"We have one more gift to you. One more gift for our pretty little toilet Sally," she said. She came close to me and started sucking my piss covered lips.

"What is the gift?" I asked.

To be entirely honest, I was a bit too tired to fully appreciate a new extreme act of humiliation.

"I think you need to rest for a few hours before it. The night is still young."

"Do you have a place I could sleep in?" I asked.

She smiled, a slightly mean smile. Then she added, "We have this pool."

"Oh, ok," I said, a bit disappointed.

"Me and Master both agree that It would be lovely if you could just, well, marinate in here."

"But I am going to stink so fucking bad, the guests will leave in disgust" I said, in a stupid bimbo voice.

"We know baby, we know. It's kind of the point," she said, like a stern mommy.

I am pretty much willing to do everything for those two, especially on this day. I have tested my value as a flesh urinal on so many occasions. I have endured the worst depravities that one could achieve. I know I can easily soak in piss. But I really want to take a break for a moment. She can see it on me.

"Come on Sally, my baby, just this once. Do it for me. You will rest, which is what

you need

, and you will marinate in urine, which is what

we need."

In the end, I agreed. I dived into the shallow pool, making sure that every inch of me was covered. I rested my head on a hair pillow. I kissed Nina good night. I fell asleep from exhaustion in a matter of seconds.

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I woke up from my own retching smell. This is almost impossible. I am so attuned to that stench, that it should not just happen. But it did happen. Piss had filled every pore in my skin.I got up. My body was still hacking from that abuse session. My skin had magically turned normal. I looked like my shapeless skinny self again. A tall, skinny blonde lady. My skin was also yellowish, influenced by the marinating process I had slept through. The sky was light.

The sun had not yet come, but the sky was not dark, it was a pretty light blue. I should have been cold, but the weather is kind here. I could now hear the noise from the party. It had moved from the dance floor to a huge patio that had been turned into a gigantic bed. It must have turned into a gangbang of sorts, or maybe an orgy. Nina has almost a superpower. She can turn even the most prude woman into a cum slut. She can convince other women to join in on her and Master's depravities.

I got out of the pool and saw that Master or Nina had left a plate of piss-drenched cake. I was starving so I knelt on the grass and ate it. Beside the plate there were a bunch of empty glass bottles and a letter. I opened it, and read the content of it as I ate.