After a long, humiliating day of being used as a human toilet, Nataly was finally allowed to clean herself up. Exhausted and embarrassed, she stumbled over to the toilet, still wearing the ridiculous toilet paper hat and a filthy dress. As she sat down, she couldn't help but think about how ashamed she was of what she had just done.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a zipper. Looking up, she saw that her captors had unzipped her dress and were tossing it aside. They grabbed her arms and turned her around, revealing her naked body covered in shit and piss.
Nataly whimpered as they dragged her to a small room in the back of the warehouse. It was completely dark, save for a single light shining down on a large plastic sheet on the floor. On the sheet was a pile of white powder and a tube of thick, gray goop.
Her captors bound her tightly to the plastic sheet, securing her arms and legs with duct tape. They stood back, admiring their handiwork as they began to pour the white powder over Nataly's filthy body. It felt cool against her skin, masking the lingering stench of her own waste.
The next thing she knew, they were squeezing the thick gray goop onto her body, covering every inch of her skin in the foul-smelling mixture. It was cold and slimy, sticking to her skin like glue. As they worked, she could see them grinning and giggling, enjoying every minute of her humiliation.
Finally, once they were satisfied with their work, they stepped back and took a long, appreciative look at their handiwork. Nataly looked down at herself, barely able to comprehend what she was seeing. She was covered in a thick layer of gray goop, with only her face, neck, and feet exposed. Her body was tense and sore from being bound so tightly, and she could feel the cool air on her skin as the goop began to harden.
She tried to speak, to ask what would happen next, but the Mouth opening Machine was still fastened on her head, preventing her from moving her jaw. All she could do was watch as her captors filed out of the room, leaving her alone to stew in her own filth.
Hours passed, and Nataly began to lose track of time. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe easily, and the smell of the goop was making her nauseous. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
Her captors entered the room, once again flanking her. Their smiles were cruel and mocking as they began to undo the tape binding her to the plastic sheet. Slowly, agonizingly, they peeled her from the sheet, revealing her completely encased in the thick gray shell.
They dragged her from the room, back to the warehouse where the rest of the group was waiting. They sat her in the center of the room, surrounded by a sea of people, all staring at her with hungry eyes.
Finally, one of the women leaned forward, her hand hovering just above Nataly's belly button. She pressed down, and a rush of warmth spread through Nataly's body. It was a strange feeling, almost like being filled with air. But then the sensation changed, becoming heavier, more fluid.
Nataly screamed as she felt herself being filled with human waste, her captors holding her down as the thick, putrid liquid oozed into her body. It was the most humiliating, despicable thing she had ever experienced, and she knew there was no escape.
As the elimination party continued, Nataly's mind began to wander. She thought about her life, about the choices that had led her to this dark, disgusting corner of the world. She thought about her family, her friends, and how deeply ashamed they would be if they could see her now.
As the night wore on, Nataly's captors took turns using her as their personal toilet, filling her body with their waste and watching her try desperately to cope with the humiliation. By the time the sun began to rise, she was nothing more than a living garbage can, overflowing with the filth of human existence.
