1 Name: Anonymous : 2009-09-03 21:03 [Del]
Hi, this story deals with a very unusual fetish I have. My English isn't perfect so please pay no attention to mistakes I make. Hope you enjoy.
Annie woke up early that day. She put her cat slippers on and slowly walked towards the bathroom. I thought I'd be prepared for what was about to happen with me, but I suddenly got frightened just by thinking about it. How could anyone possibly prepare to die despite the will to live?
As you could imagine, poop's life gets really miserable when your... host or whatever it should be called, becomes toilet-trained. Every hour of my existence I lived in the shadow of my inevitable demise in gushing water. I could only suspect how it feels like to be flushed, do you die instantly or are you still aware for a while after you're gone down the drain? I'd rather never find out.
Annie walked inside the bathroom, turned on the light and closed the door. It was just me and her, no-one to stop her, no-one to help me. Not that anyone would even care about a poop. Her parents are so proud of her that she can use the toilet all by herself, they'll probably just praise her for pooping me out - if she'll even bother to tell them what she did. I was just another early morning dump that she won't remember an hour after flushing me. I felt so helpless and insignificant that I wanted to cry.
The toilet was so menacing and frightening to me. It was a soulless device created to comfort humans by disposing of me. White, clean and merciless. She stepped closer and put a step stool in front of it. She pulled down her pajamas, climbed up and took a seat. Suddenly all that was left of my false sense of security left me. Her body was always warm, cozy and safe, but now that I was no longer welcome inside, I realized that even my home is built the way it is to force me out. I was safe only as long as she wasn't sitting on the toilet, and that time has just ran out.
I hoped that she just wants to pee and won't even bother me. I tried to be as still and quiet as possible, so she wouldn't feel me there. She started to pee which sustained my hope for a while. Why do people build and use those horrible devices? What harm would it do to anyone if Annie was allowed to ease herself on a potty chair? Why do her parents make her use the toilet? I bet she wouldn't do it if she had an alternative.
After she was done peeing, time seemed to stop for me. Will she flush her pee and leave the bathroom, or will she push? Will I be able to resist? What happens next if I do? She never tried to poop me out before, so I had no clue how it's like or what to do when she tries. After what seemed eternity, she was still sitting on the toilet. I remembered that when I was very small, she peed in the toilet and jumped off it almost immediately after she was done. I had a very good idea, why was she still sitting after all her pee was in the toilet, but I didn't want to let this thought reach my consciousness.
I tried to come up with any explanation, when suddenly the rectum walls slowly squeezed me from all directions but one - downwards. I tried my best to stay in place, but there was nothing to grab or brace against. It moved me a few millimeters towards her anus. I panicked. She knew I was in there and wouldn't leave me be. She pushed again.
"Please, stop! Don't do this, you don't have to!" I begged her as I was helplessly sliding down. She stopped for a while. I was right at her anus. I was absolutely terrified. I had no way to defend myself against her efforts. I had to think of some way to save myself before she strains again. I knew only that when she does, I'm done for. Before I managed to pull myself together, she started to push again.
"Noooo! I don't want to!" I screamed, but my words couldn't reach her. I wonder if she'd stop if she could hear me? I braced myself against her anus, hoping I can resist all the pressure pushing me down. I stopped, but she kept on pushing. It felt like I'll either come out or get crushed. After a few pushes she stopped, giving me a chance to rest for a moment.
"Annie, please... Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you that you want me dead this much?" I asked her, not sure why I even bother to talk to her. Humans can't hear us or see that we're alive, and she was no different. For her it was just a daily routine, for me an execution.
She waited for a few minutes which lasted like hours to me. She even quietly hummed a song. It gave me enough time to figure out that she'll give up if she can't poop despite all her efforts. I braced myself harder against her anus and prepared for another push.
She took a breath and strained even harder then before. I resisted as hard as I could, but I slipped down a bit anyway. She groaned and I suddenly realized that she wasn't using all her strength until now, as she slowly started to push me through her anus. It opened beneath me and I saw the inside of the toilet. I waited petrified to be pushed out into the water, but she stopped as the door to the bathroom opened. She squeezed her anus and I was pushed back in.
"Pee pee or poo poo?" asked Annie's mother.
"Poo poo. It's a big one!" Annie replied.
"Want me to help you?" she asked.
"Nah, it's no big deal, I can handle it by myself" said Annie.
"Good girl. Don't forget to wash your hands. Good luck, dear!" her mom said and left us alone.
Annie wasn't back to "handling me" for another never-ending minute. I already knew I stand no chance to her. I wasn't her first or hardest poop, she managed to push much tougher ones out. If it wasn't for her mother's interruption, I'd be already swimming in the toilet and waiting to be flushed. As my last hope to avoid my grim fate was shattered, I desperately tried to reason with her again.
"Annie, before you start pushing again, please think this through. I'm no harm to you, there's no need to treat me this way. You can still stop, I promise I won't bother you. You can sit on your old potty and then poop, like you did before. I heard your dad say that you loved it so much... Please, why in the toilet? You're going to kill me this way!" I cried.
She wouldn't listen. How could I even think she would? She took another breath and started to push again. I tried my best to stay inside, but her anus was already loose from before, and I couldn't brace myself against it anymore. It slowly opened and she squeezed me through a bit, I looked inside the toilet again. I was paralyzed with fear as I sank down an inch. She stopped. I was hanging half way through over a pool of death. I looked back up. Never thought the outside of my home could look like this, but I had no time to think about it. I pulled myself up with all my might, I had to hide back inside at all cost, before she finishes me off with one last push. She was breathing deeply and seemed tired from all the strain. The same could be told about me, but I was the one fighting for my life. I was slowly making my way back inside. Just when I thought it's going well, she clenched her fingers on the toilet seat, groaned slightly and pushed.
"Dooooon't! Stoooop!" I screamed as I was swiftly sliding out of her. No defense. No chances. No mercy. Her anus closed shut, I had nothing to hold on to, I fell down and plopped in icy-cold water. She sighed in relief as I was looking around me in panic. An uncontrollable stream of thoughts passed through my mind. Is she going to flush me now? How will it feel to die? Why didn't she listen to me? Am I already dead? She was still sitting on the toilet, I heard some rustle. Is she flushing me now? No, she just used a piece of paper to wipe whatever was left of me on her anus. It was so far away from me, that even in all the panic I didn't hope to go back inside. She dropped the paper on me and wiped again, then she stood up.
So this is how I die, I thought. My whole life passed in front of me in an instant.
"Annie... I'm scared... Can you hear me?" I cried. Then above me I saw her face looking on me with a smile. This was my first time seeing her. Long blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, she looked like an angel.
"Please... don't flush me. I'll do whatever you want, just don't do it!" I moaned. She lifted her hand and reached for a handle above.
"NOOO!" was the last thing I managed to force out of myself before the water rushed down from all around and covered me. I thought I'm already flushed, but somehow I managed to float back on the surface. Annie was watching the water swirling me around the bowl. I tried to beg her to stop this before it's too late, but I couldn't take a breath. She seemed to enjoy observing my torment. The little angel-like girl turned out to be completely merciless and cruel. The water level started to fall, and the whirlpool started to suck me in. I used all strength I had left to stay afloat but suddenly I got pulled down with such force, I couldn't do anything. Darkness surrounded me. I felt my body is falling apart.
