I had gone to stay with a female friend of mine named Bethany, who lived in an apartment with another girl, a nurse named Sarah. Bethany and I had been friends for some time, but never more than that, and she lived a long ways away now, and so I was there over the weekend in their spare room. Bethany and I had hung out most of the day. We'd gone to a fancy restaurant for lunch, I had gotten a nice juicy steak, and Bethany had some Cajun shrimp with some spiced potato wedges and a corn cob. We later went to a club and Sarah had stayed home as she worked weekends and needed to be up at 4:30.  

The music at the club wasn't bad, a sort of mix of old and new and really lively. Halfway through the evening they had an “act” on stage. I was some black dude who claimed to be a Voodoo priest; in other words, a magic act with a “twist”. In truth, he wasn't that, bad but I needed to piss so I headed off to the bathroom. When I got back, he saw me enter the room. A light hit me and the dude on stage asked me where I'd been in a put-on spooky voice. “I had to take a piss” I said. “I wouldn't want to go while the music was on; I might have missed something good!”, I continued. To my surprise, I got a laugh which made me feel smug, you know, getting a laugh at the act's expense.  

The dude on stage made some silly stylized move and a theatrical flash went off. “It be you that'll feel small next time you a take a piss,” he said in that spooky voice. “Is that the best quip he can come up with?” I thought, and I rejoined Bethany. We had a few more drinks, danced a bit, and went home.  

Once home we started to get ready for bed. Bethany went to the bathroom and got into her pajamas while I got myself a bedtime drink of water. When she came out of the bathroom, she shut the door real loudly, being a little tipsy. “Hey! You'll wake Sarah,” I whispered. “She's got be up early, you said.”  

“Don't worry. I doubt she heard a thing,” replied Bethany and she wandered in a wobbly line into her room.  

 I went into the bathroom and shut the door. The bathroom didn’t have a lock, and since there was just the two of them, it was obvious if one of them was in the bathroom if the door was closed. I shut the door, and feeling a bit drunk, I dropped all my clothes in a heap and sat down in the dark, naked, to take a piss. I was sober enough to know that in my state I would probably miss standing up and figured the girls didn't want a drunk dude to piss all over their bathroom floor.  

As I sat there, I felt very strange and stopped thinking about pissing and started to worry that I was a bit ill. I felt like my feet where floating in midair and it was a while before I realized that they actually weren't on the floor. I was confused, why did two girls have a toilet that was higher than everyone else's? And why hadn't I noticed when I had taken a shit earlier that day? “Did I take a shit?”, I thought. Of course, I did. I remember looking at the huge load in the girls' bathroom which had a notably small amount of water in it. I guess it was a modern low-water design. I remembered flushing it, and noting how pleased I was that it didn't clog their toilet. I remembered noticing that they kept a sparklingly clean bowel just like the rest of their apartment.  

My thoughts returned to my dangling feet and I started to worry. I realized that my hands were now supporting me over a hole that was very large and that my ass just didn't fit. I realized that the toilet was huge and confused I tried to get off it, but I couldn't. My arms were now holding me across a very large hole and if I moved an arm, I'd slip. With care, I tried edge myself round. But somehow things just got worse, and I started to have to concentrate just to keep from falling into the hole.  

Then I lost grip with one arm, and I fell backwards and ended up with my legs over the seat. I had one hand in the water and the other trying to grab the side of the lid. I started to panic and made a concerted effort to get away, but it all went wrong and I found myself stuck in the bowl of the toilet.  

I tried to get free by standing up and leaping for the rim which I caught with both hands, but it was too slippery and I couldn't pull myself up. For the next minute or so I tried in vain to get a grip and jump out, but to no avail.   

Eventually, I stopped to take stock of the situation. The toilet had clearly grown around me, but it now seemed stable. I could just about stand in the water, but not quite keep my mouth clear without treading water. The toilet had a ledge at the front and I sat there cold and drunk and then realized that I still needed to piss. “This is bizarre”, I thought, as I relieved myself into the large pool that I sat in and went to sleep, drunk.  

I woke up, realizing the light in the bathroom was still on. I had no idea what time it was, but I don't think I was out long. I started to gaze at my prison and think of my situation. How had the toilet grown? Who was responsible? Who would get me out? Then I began to look around the room and saw a real of toilet paper on a holder under the window. I realized that it was in proportion to everything else in the room and the wooden toilet seat above me. I then began to realize that size was relative. Perhaps I had shrunk, and the toilet hadn't grown. Then I remembered the words of the Voodoo priest guy, and I started getting scared. How was I going to get back to normal? Would the girls even find me in here?  

I looked around myself and at the perfect white swimming pool-sized bowl that I was in. I looked into the darkness of the exit and I could see in the shadows that the toilet wasn't quite so sparkling just round the bend and out of normal sight. My thoughts then moved to why it wasn't clean and what a toilet is for. I remembered seeing that shit being where I was and thought of the girls' turds landing here before being flushed away to a place that is normally out of most people's minds.  

I realized that I must yell as loud as I can as soon as one of them entered the room and assured myself that they'd easily hear me and see me. The alternative was too horrible to be allowed to stay in my thoughts.  

Sarah's alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning. She got out of bed and a few minutes later, she headed off to the bathroom. Seeing to door shut and the light on, she assumed that either me or Bethany had got up to use the bathroom during the night so she waited outside the door. After some time, anxiously tapping her foot on the floor, she put her eat to the door out of curiosity. She heard nothing, and knocked. This I heard from inside my shiny white abode. After a few more knocks, she started to open the door slowly to see if it got pushed shut from the inside, but apparently not. Sarah entered the room and swore that some drunken idiot had shut the door when they left. Seeing my pile of clothes on the floor she laughed to herself, “It's all right for some people to go out and get drunk, and I get left behind.”  

She shut the door and I caught a glimpse of her nightgown and I shouted loudly and started splashing around. I saw her walk over to the bathroom counter and looked at herself in the mirror.  Sarah grabbed the hem of her nightgown and lifted it over her head. I found myself staring at the sight of her left breast. Both of her tits could be seen in the mirror and her long red hair fell over her shoulders.  

I watched in awe as she washed her face and brushed that beautiful hair. It was made all the more erotic by the half view, and I had begun to forget where I was. Then I snapped out of it and convinced myself that she obviously didn't need to bathroom this morning. She moved out of sight. But I soon realized that everyone uses the bathroom after waking up.  

She came back into view, but it was the beautiful curves of her plump, round bottom, and her long red hair that I saw. “Sarah!” I shouted and splashed, but with my size it was clearly hopeless.  

As her legs bent, I stared in both awe and fear at the sight. As her butt lowered, the curves gave way to a more intimate sight. In one smooth movement, her knees opened and her ass descended. It was like slow motion. I was gazing up at her vagina with those beautiful pink fleshy vulvae, and a dark area which was actually the entrance inside Behind was a dark ring that surrounded her anus and in front, the hood of skin where her clitoris was. All this was set off by some delicate ginger pubic pair. I felt both awe and fear at the same time as her butt came lower and the light faded. Soon I was gazing up in the gloom at two triangles of light and wondering whether a girl's warm urine would be arousing or ghastly. "Just a little pee" I thought. Anything from someone so beautiful can't be at all bad.  

What happened next shattered all thoughts of "a little pee". Sarah let go and a torrent of hot concentrated first-of-the-day piss came down. Her vagina burst forth and the jet washed me straight under the water. I hadn't quite appreciated the scale of a tiny me and the huge bladder emptying all over the inside of the toilet bowl. I was forced down and came up splattering into a maelstrom of noise, bubbles, foam, and waves. I gasped for air and filled my mouth with the giant drops of warm, female piss that careered throughout the air as Sarah's jet toyed with the place where the front of the water met the porcelain, the place where I was recently resting. The torrent drew me across the water and forced me down again. I resurfaced in the bubbles and gasped in the salty air.  

Eventually, the maelstrom calmed, slowing to just droplets, and soon, she was done. The water felt warm and the taste in my mouth was extraordinary. I began to regain my composure and I stated to tread water and look up. Though my stinging eyes I could see the two triangles of light; I just stared, straining to see as both her vagina and her anus clenched and relaxed over and over, making sure she emptied her giant bladder..  

The triangles shifted a little and more light came in, and then they shifted back again. Sarah had gotten herself some toilet paper, folded it, and soon the triangles changed form again; the back one closed-up and the front one let in enough light for me to see the giant bubbles all around me and the first hint of the water's new color. Above, I once again saw a view of her red pubic hair and the vulvae. 

Then, Sarah wiped her vagina, unaware of the man watching this most intimate of acts from below. Her delicate hand blocked the light again and the paper formed a shadow against the light of the room. Sarah let the paper drop and began to stand and light flooded in. The wad of tissue stuck in the dampness of her piss close to the rim between her legs. I watched again in awe as her vagina and anus rose away from me but this time I was also in awe of its power. She moved out of view and I gazed as the silver flushing handle with a thought of absolute fear. I just stared, but the dreaded hand didn't arrive. The light went off and Sarah left the bathroom.  

I heard footsteps coming back, the bathroom light came back on and all of a sudden the sound of rushing water filled the room. It looks like Sarah was going to take a shower before going to work. I saw he come back into view with some blue scrubs in hand, a pair of white panties and a matching bra. She set them on the counter and walked toward the shower, switching the water from the faucet to the shower head. 

I took stock of the situation and looked around. The bubbles were bursting with little pops and that noise filled the toilet. The water definitely felt a bit warmer, and I realized from this that a large proportion of the bowl's content was now from Sarah's bladder. The color was quite yellow but this hue didn't betray the fact that the bowl was still clean and shiny below it.  

Sarah finished her shower and I watched as she took her clothes off the counter piece by piece and put them on. First, her panties, then her bra. The scrubs followed suit. She reached over to the toilet. I panicked, thinking she was going to flush me down! She grabbed the seat's lid and shut it. I gazed up and the ring of light coming in from under the lid and saw a shadow go by. I heard her plop her ass down on the lid while she put her socks on. She quickly got up and I heard the sound of hair being brushed and she soon left the bathroom to begin the rest of her morning. Leaving me in the dark. No more light around the ring above me. 

I returned to sitting on my ledge and realized that I was becoming used to the sent and the taste in the air. I persuaded myself that the problem was Sarah's hearing and Bethany would easily hear me. I waited in hope but quickly dozed off due to my exhaustion and lack of sleep.  

Suddenly my eyes shot open as a loud noise filled the air. It was music, and it was loud! Bethany had walked in and put the bathroom radio on. “Bethany!” I screamed as I looked up. I panicked, she'd never hear me now! I could see a shadow move above me. I was quickly blinded by light as the lid was opened. Bethany made a somewhat disgusted face as she saw what was left behind inside. 

What I saw made be scream again. A beautiful round ass, smooth thighs and long brown hair. Bethany had already backed herself up to the toilet and was beginning to bend here legs. “No!” I shouted, as in a smooth, slow motion she began to sit. The radio was loud and I stared in horror. “Here we go again”, thought me in a resigned manner.  

As she bent her legs, I found that I couldn't help but be aroused by the sight despite my predicament. A fantastic view of a vagina that I'd feared never to see. The delicate tight ring around her ass hole. The folds of her vulvae which were a darker color that Sarah's and more plump. At the front, the fold that hid her clitoris was more pronounced and the hair surrounding this work of art was blonde. I had never knew she was a true blonde!  

The sight quickly faded with the light and this time I was more prepared for what a girl's pussy can do when she wakes with a full bladder, and Bethany wasn't waiting while she had a wash. I pushed myself off towards the back of my pool and faced the back and waited.  

In a very short time, the inevitable started and I found myself swimming, hard to stop being drawn back as Bethany emptied her bladder of strong deeper yellow piss into the bowl. Bethany's was hitting the porcelain and the noise filled the air and the piss rained down hard as in bounced of the wall. The piss that flowed in torrents down the wall of the toilet caused a strong circulating motion and I struggled to avoid a dunking.  

I could swear Bethany's urine was even stronger and my eyes started tearing up as the sharp taste entered my mouth. However, soon the forceful torrent eased and I began to find it easier to keep my position treading water. I felt proud that I'd learnt something and that I'd avoided being sucked under this time. I looked above me, with what little light was shining through the triangles. Like with Sarah, I watched her vagina and anus clench and relax, making sure her bladder was empty.  

But she never got up. Instead, she shifted her position on the seat. The tringle in front disappeared and the one in back grew.  My heart sunk all the way to my feet. I watched as her ass hole started puckering. It opened up a little and closed over and over. I could see something inside. Obviously, I knew exactly what it was. And I knew exactly that I was doomed from this point on. 

My mind had just blocked out that risk when I had planned to tread water at the back of the bowl. Bethany grunted and her anus stretched open, and a giant tower emerged from the bowels of her beautiful body. The giant tower broke apart like the titanic did, and fell into the water, right on top of me.  My reflexes had stopped me breathing in too much piss and I was pinned to the bottom of the bowl. I panicked and pushed, pinned down in the girls' piss-filled toilet. I heard another loud crash from under the water as the other half dropped in. The log I was stuck to rotated in the water and then with unbelievable luck, I was above the water. 

My hand entered the mass as I tried unstuck myself and get free. It felt gritty as much a slimly due to my scale. Imagine forcing your hands into the gritty but hard mud of a river bed. I managed break free of the excrement, but at that moment another piece of Bethany's Cajun shrimp broke free. I'd watched this meal enter her beautiful mouth, just briefly thinking of its destination as she chewed it up. But in that day-dream I hadn't been there when it left her again!  

This next turd forced my face into the previous one before falling to one side and nearly breaking my arm. I was terrified, not now of being flushed, but the immediate thought of not being able to breath. I pushed hard and freed myself from what had just come from Bethany's ass. I gasped for air and threw myself to one side. This one was a smaller, I could see some pieces of corn sticking out of this one. This really put my size into proportion. I looked at the other larger piece, the one the my floater broke apart from. I could see the remains of a whole shrimp, tail and all!  

I remember watching in wonderment as she picked a shrimp off her plate and dropped it into her glass of Pepsi. I watched her pick the glass up and start drinking it, swallowing the shrimp whole! And there it was, I'd wonder it the tail hurt coming out of her ass hole, but it looks like that's why the turd tower broke in half, too much tail... 

If piss tasted strong but merely strange, then Bethany's shit was altogether worse. It was bitter and gritty and I was struggling not to gag as I tried to spit her ordure from my mouth. At least I no longer needed to tread water back here. I had a log to stand on as I leant against the side well clear of the water. I cleared my eyes and took stock.  

Bethany was still sitting, but she leaned back and it became darker again. I couldn't see much, but I knew the sight in front of me. I shouted again, and it echoed around me, but the radio was stopping any chance of Bethany hearing my plea. Anyway, how would she connect a little squeaky voice with the toilet under her ass, even if she could actually hear it?  

As I leant against the side, I wondered what was next, and I watched my beautiful Bethany sitting there giving little pushes to see if she'd finished. Then there was a final big splash and what must have been almost pure piss now washed over my head. I felt this final turd roll onto my feat which were lightly suck into one of her previous creations. Clearly, this was a smaller lump and this one felt more slimly and less gritty against my shins.  

Light then flooded in and a spectacular sight was before me. The girls' small, clean bowl had been transformed by the waste of two beauties. The three turds half-filled the bowl and I could see, though the dark yellow of the girls' piss, the big masses lying side by side and half way down the giant exit. I stared for a second and remembered how clean the toilet would be after a flush. Clearly, Bethany would wish to get rid of her shit and send it to join all the rest of their turds down the sewer and off to the cesspit. The thought was more frightening than ever.  

I looked up and decided to enjoy my final view of Bethany's vagina and ass. Despite what they had just done to me, I still found them the most desirable sight in the world, and a little bit of me felt lucky! I'd thought that I'd never see her pussy, but now I knew that all I'd ever do was gaze at it. Then Bethany's hand came into view. She had been hovering above the toilet with legs half bent, and the detail was awesome. Her hand moved across holding a wad of toilet paper. The paper that had wiped Sarah's vagina was still stuck below the rim at the front, where it sat looking wet. Clearly, Bethany had more to wipe.  

She reached right forward between her legs and pulled the wad backwards slowly and carefully across first her pussy, then her ass hole. I could see from below it now had a smear of brown across it as she let go of it at the end of the wipe. I was amazed, watching her wipe the filth away as her ass had looked totally clean now. She went in for one last wipe to be sure. 

The paper moved out of view and clearly Bethany wasn't a wipe-drop-and-hope kind of girl. As normal, and without thinking about it, she looked at the paper that she had just pulled across her ass to see if there was a steak of brown shit. Aside a small damp spot, it was clean, and she knew that no further wipes where required. “Good." she thought. "A clean dump.”  

Then she did something else that some girls do and some girls don't. Still holding the paper, she turned round to look at what she'd done. I waved vigorously, but Bethany couldn't differentiate me from the rest of the waste. My heart sank for the hundredth time today as she reached for the silver handle. I stared as the pressed it down, and reached for the lid to close it. I felt a rush of water and the contents of the bowl started to rise and spin. Higher and higher, and alone in the dark with her body's discarded meal, I knew I was doomed! 

But the water kept rushing in, but not going down? I saw the edges of the bowl getting closer, and soon water started over pouring. I was lucky enough to be spit out from the gap under the toilet lid. When I hit the ground, the water pushed me away from the toilet. I could see Bethany panicking and rushing out of the bathroom, I assume in search of cleaning supplies. As soon as I could freely move I tried to catch my breath before I made a run for it. I needed to find safety. I ran as far as I could. Far from the bathroom.  

That was the beginning of my adventure, my "new life". I live in the girl's apartment now, unaware that I've never left. Living off the crumbs they leave behind. It's a dream and a curse. I get to watch 2 of the most beautiful women I've ever met, in all their most intimate moments, in all their most private moments. I listen to their thoughts, I hear their worries. I'm the small voice they can't quite hear, that reassures them it could always be worse.