I sauntered down the dimly lit prison halls. Sounds of prisoners being trained and used echoed around me. Music to my ears. The prison was a well-oiled machine at this point, with a hierarchy of guards keeping each other and the incarcerated in check. I smiled proudly at the thought of what I had created as I made my way down the spiral staircase into the latrine hallway.
This section of the prison was likely my favorite. Prisoners and low-ranking guards often whispered hushed stories and rumors about what happened to those sent here. From what I had overheard, most of it was true. This was a place of sadistic pleasure for those of us on the top of the pyramid. Instead of normal bathroom stalls with standard plumbing fixtures, I created a system of prisoners and guards to take care of those needs. It made the prison far more efficient and was quite enjoyable to boot.
I rounded the corner and approached an ornate carved wooden door. Two muscular female guards nodded as I entered. This was the highest-ranking latrine. Only I and my favored guards could come and go from here as we pleased. As I entered, I sighed contentedly while looking down the room. Pristine marble tile covered the floors and was kept immaculate by prisoners. On the right was a series of stalls, each a private locked room. On the left two prisoners in shackles remained on their knees, ready to provide additional service to their captors as needed. Both of these trembling men averted their eyes from me as I entered, likely hoping to go unnoticed.
I waddled down the bathroom hallway towards the last door on the right. I reached down and pulled a key from a necklace resting between my breasts and used it to unlock the door. This was my private stall. I tended to reserve it for the explicit purpose of breaking new prisoners. Today, that prisoner was Ben.
I closed the door behind me as it locked with a satisfying click. The stall was spacious and luxurious. The back wall was lined with shelves that had various soaps, ointments, and reading material. Below that was a collection of implements of training and prisoner coercion. These were useful in case a new toilet was particularly disobedient. In the center of the room was Ben.
The poor creature looked up at me, trembling. His arms and legs both had metal shackles connected to chains. These chains were locked to the floor with heavy-duty bindings that could only be released with a special key. Around Ben's neck was a clean white toilet seat. The guards had taken the liberty of installing a ring gag in his mouth as well, given that this was his first time.
I grinned as I returned Ben's gaze.
"I see you've been properly installed," I spoke. "Welcome to your new life as a toilet."
Ben tried to gurgle out in protest, but the gag rendered him incoherent.
"Don't worry," I continued. "Most of the people I install down here come to like it eventually. It's just the first dozen or so uses that are tough."
I laughed. "Of course, it doesn't really matter what you like in the end. You committed the crime, and the government has left you in my charge permanently."
I took a moment to let that sink in as I watched the blood drain from his face. Once I was satisfied that Ben was sufficiently worried, I turned around and backed towards him while lifting my skirt. I heard the prisoner try to cry out, but before he could make much noise my cheeks had enveloped his face. My entire ass had consumed his head and completely muffled his voice.
I sighed with contentment as I began to transfer the bulk of my weight to Ben's head. I could feel the warmth of his breath and his skin on my large supple ass cheeks. Something about sitting on a prisoner's face like this never got old for me. It was always so much more comfortable than sitting on a regular cold porcelain toilet. Ben squirmed, gasped, and begged beneath me. This only enhanced my enjoyment.
Before long I was completely resting my weight on Ben. I could feel him trembling as I grabbed one of my favorite books from the nearby shelf. I leisurely cracked it open and began to flip through the pages as I relaxed. Each page had a detailed picture of a prisoner's first time being used in the latrines. I flipped to one with a large female guard giving a thumbs up as she used a small middle-aged woman as a urinal. The next page had a guard squatting over a poor young man as his eyes widened in fear. I glanced up at the camera above me and smiled, as this moment would find its way into the book soon enough.
My gut began to rumble as I continued to browse. A hot bubble formed and made its way down my colon and into my anus. I relaxed and let it out into Ben's forcibly opened mouth. It was warm, wet, and silent, an ominous herald of what was to come. His reaction was like music to my ears. His body shook as he struggled to breathe, and he let out a series of gurgling protests that were swallowed up in my massive ass.
I couldn't help but giggle as the poor toilet thrashed below me. Nothing he could do would change his fate at this point, and yet he struggled nonetheless. I flipped to another page in my book as Ben let out another muffled gag. This one showed four guards taking turns with one begging slave. The poor thing had a weirdly satisfied look on his face. I still never understood why the prisoners came to enjoy this fate, but I wasn't one to complain about it.
My musings were interrupted by a loud gurgle in my stomach, followed by a telltale cramp. It was time. Sweat began to bead on my brow as I bore down on my core muscles and let out a soft grunt as my asshole began to open. I felt Ben cry out below me, but it was far too late for that. He should have considered avoiding the life of crime in the first place.
A burst of air hissed out from my asshole as my bowel movement began. As I clenched my core and bent forward, a solid smooth log of waste began to slide out into Ben's forcibly opened lips.
"Make sure to flush before it makes a mess," I commanded. "If I even have to see or smell anything you'll be thrown into the training pits for a month."
Those pits were no place any prisoner wanted to visit. I made a note to inspect them later, now that I was thinking about them. For now though, I continued to push as the remains of my breakfast began to slide into Ben's throat. I heard him first sob, and then gulp. At least he was flushing. Not all of the new toilets were able to right away.
I pushed harder, and another burst of gas heralded the end of my movement. This wasn't a particularly large one, but I doubt it was easy for Ben nonetheless. I heard him gag and choke as my waste continued to make its way into the sewer that he used to call a stomach. His ragged breathing felt wonderfully soothing on my sore asshole.
"Finish flushing, toilet," I ordered. "I have matters to attend to."
I heard Ben retch as he struggled to swallow the remainder of my waste. I let out a soft moan in spite of myself, my pussy was throbbing at the thought of his discomfort.
