As the bell rang for the end of the school day, two teenage girls, Katie and Lisa, eagerly made their way to the restroom. They both had pressing matters to attend to and were in a bit of a hurry. Unfortunately for them, they reached the bathroom to find that the toilets were all out of order. Frowning, they found the janitor, Mr. Untz, trying to fix one of the cubicles.
"What's going on here?" Katie demanded to know. "These toilets are supposed to be working!"
"I'm sorry, girls," Mr. Untz said. "There seems to be a problem with the plumbing. I've put up the out-of-order signs for now. Why don't you try somewhere else?"
The girls exchanged glances. They were desperate and not about to let this situation slide. Katie stepped forward, a malicious grin spreading across her face. "We have an idea, Mr. Untz," she purred.
Unsure of what they were planning, Mr. Untz cautiously asked them what they had in mind. He noticed their smirking demeanor and felt a chill run down his spine.
"Well," Lisa began, her eyes flashing with mischief. "Seeing as how these toilets aren't working, we thought maybe we could use you instead."
Mr. Untz's face turned pale. He couldn't believe they were actually suggesting such a thing. "Wh-what do you mean?" he stammered.
Katie stepped forward, grabbing his shirt roughly and pushing him down onto his knees. "We mean exactly what we said," she growled. "You're going to be our toilet until the real ones are fixed."
The girls wasted no time in lifting up their skirts and taking aim. Katie grimaced as she felt her bladder spasm, releasing a hot stream of urine into the janitor's open mouth. Lisa wasn't about to be left out, and she quickly followed suit. The janitor could only watch in horror as the girls took turns relieving themselves on him.
Finally satiated, the girls stepped back to admire their handiwork. There was a steady stream of piss flowing from Mr. Untz's mouth and down his chin. Katie smirked as she reached into her bag, pulling out a small object. "Here, swallow this," she commanded, shoving a used tampon into the janitor's mouth.
With a sickening gag, the janitor swallowed the tampon whole. He knew this punishment was just getting started. He could feel his bowels churning, and before he could protest, Katie slapped him hard across the face. "Now it's your turn," she growled, standing over him with her legs spread wide.
With that, Mr. Untz felt a tidal wave of vomit rise up from his stomach. It was everything he had eaten that day, all mixed together and horrifyingly warm. He opened his mouth wide, letting the girls aim his own bile at them. Katie grabbed his head, pulling him close so she could taste the bitter brew. She grimaced as she felt it slide down her throat.
Finally sated, the girls stepped back, satisfied with their work. There was no doubt in their minds that Mr. Untz would never neglect the toilets again. With one final look of disgust, they left the bathroom, their clothes now stained and their hearts racing with excitement.
