"Huh?" Rosella was still half-asleep, groggily stirring in her bed as the voice of her phone's alarm jarred her back into consciousness. Rubbing her eyes and stretching lazily, she reached over to silence the intrusive noise and fumbled to switch on the lamp beside her bed. The cold, harsh light pierced through the darkness, revealing her messy room and casting long shadows across the walls. It was early on a Saturday morning and she had absolutely no plans for the day - no classes, no work, just a lazy day indoors binge-watching her favorite TV shows and snacking on junk food.
As she turned back to her side with a contented sigh, her eyes widened at the unfamiliar sight before her. Her otherwise bare walls were now adorned with peculiar images and symbols; some were unclear and indistinct, others more vivid, gory, and grotesque. There were images of people with contorted faces and grotesquely distended bellies, hunched over in agony as they struggled to digest enormous turds protruding from their rear ends. A horrified gasp escaped Rosella's lips as her eyes fell upon an image of herself, mouth open wide and filled to the brim with another person's excrement, her face twisted in ecstasy and disgust.
These were not ordinary nightmares. She knew that much now. They were real. Memories of her past actions, buried deep within her subconscious had begun to surface, demanding retribution for their long-forgotten existence. Rosella clutched at her stomach, feeling nauseous at the thought of what she may have done. There were stark reminders in the form of palpable lumps beneath her skin; proof that she was more than just a deviant dreamer - she was a reality.
Her stomach once more growled out loud and Lucius grinned wickedly, His eyes filled with malice as he looked down at her from above.
"Seems like you are not the only one who's hungry, my dear." He chuckled darkly as he descended onto Rosella's form. Sitting down on her stomach, Lucius slowly slid his fingers into her gaping maw. "Today, I have a special treat for you." The cool steel of a shackle clanged against her teeth as it was lowered into her gaping mouth, piercing through her tongue and securing it in place. "Mmmmm, now let's see just how much you can handle," He purred, his hands moving across her body as he wrapped shackles around her wrists and ankles, securing them fast to the furniture. The familiar feeling of power and control flooding through him was exhilarating, and yet frightening at the same time.
Rosella writhed and squirmed in protest, but to no avail. The sensation of her now empty bowels screamed for sustenance, and Lucius was only too happy to oblige. He placed one foot on the edge of the bed, his toes grazing against her now exposed anal entrance. "Oh no, no, no," he said, chuckling as he slid his foot slowly inside her. The sudden intrusion sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. "I think you've forgotten how this works, my dear. For every shit you ate, you must now take one for me as well."
Her eyes widened with fear and confusion as he withdrew his foot, revealing a glistening sausage-like lump of fecal matter coated in his oils. Horrified yet desperate, she watched as he positioned himself over her once more. This time around, however, she felt something different. There was an odd sensation, like an itch or a tingle, niggling at the back of her throat. It began to spread slowly but surely, filling her mouth with something thick and warm.
"Nooo..." her voice came out muffled by the growing mass in her mouth. Suddenly, her world went dark as the room was bathed in a brilliant white light. When she finally regained consciousness, she found herself tied to the bed, a slimy tube snaking out of her mouth, leading into a bucket on the floor. Confused and terrified, she frantically looked up at Lucius, who stood over her with an equally horrified expression on his face.
"I... I don't understand," she managed to croak between straining breaths. "What have you done to me?"
Lucius shook his head, his face twisted in disgust. "I didn't do this to you," he said shaking his head. "Your mind did this to you, Rosella. You have become what you feared the most." He shook his head again, turning away from her as if to hide his disgust. "Now, I expect you to behave like a good toilet slave and use those wonderful toilets of yours to produce the finest shits imaginable." With that, he left the room, leaving her to come to terms with her new reality.
Suddenly, an urge hit her like a freight train. Her stomach churned and twisted violently, sending waves of pain radiating throughout her body. Before she could react, her bowels released, sending a torrent of foul-smelling excrement gushing out of her ass and into the waiting bucket below. Panic and disgust warred within her as shit after endless shit poured from her body, filling bucket after bucket. Each release bringing a momentary sense of relief, only for it to be replaced by despair as she realized that this would be her life from now on.
