VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 6: "24/Seven", Part II

My name is toilet. The girl named Sabine d'Aucourt is no more. This is the story of how I came to be the ultimate human toilet for my Mistress, Seven of Nine...

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Diary of a toilet Month 1 "My New Identity"

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Despite Seven's instructions, I found that I could not suddenly give up eating real food and drinking real drinks – a lifetime of tastes and habits couldn't be eliminated just because Seven commanded me to. As much as I desired to follow her every order, I had to keep eating.

While I loved serving as her toilet - in the heat of the moment I wanted nothing else – in my more sober moments I feared the prospect of what she had demanded of me. I feared not just the health risks – could she seriously expect me to get proper nutrition from her waste? But I feared something deeper, more important. I wasn't ready to give up my humanity. I loved Seven and would do anything for her, but I was still a human being, wasn't I?

Not according to Seven. The first time I accompanied her to an important briefing in the conference room with all of the senior staff, Captain Janeway greeted me warmly.

"Ensign d'Aucourt! Sabine, isn't it?" she said with a warm smile.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Seven cut me off immediately.

"Captain," she stated with a cold seriousness as to capture the attention not just of Janeway, but the entire senior staff assembled in the room, "henceforth, this unit is designated simply as 'toilet'. Her former appellation served no logical purpose. It was overly long, inefficient and undescriptive in respect to her function."

Everyone in the room snapped their heads toward Seven and I at this statement. Even my eyes widened as this was the first I'd heard of this... rechristening. It shocked and appalled me on some level, but my pussy quivered at the thought of it.

"And this new name you've chosen for her is... more descriptive of her... function?" Janeway asked.

"Explicitly," Seven replied concisely.

"I see," Janeway smiled and turned to the rest of the crew who were all either smirking or slack-jawed and flabbergasted, "nice to meet you, *toilet*."

I spent the entirety of the meeting kneeling at Seven's side, eyes cast downward trying to ignore the stares and hushed whispers of the assembled officers. I was blushing deeper than a red giant about to go supernova, completely and utterly humiliated. But I could not deny the fact that, as I sat there on display, I was also drippingly, soppingly *wet*.

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Diary of a toilet Month 2 "Infatuation"

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I found myself increasingly desiring Seven's shit, not out of hunger (I was still eating real food without her knowledge) but out of sheer lust. I was addicted to Seven, and to the subjugation she inflicted upon me. She brought out something primal and base in me that I hadn't known existed, and which, at some level, was very freeing.

I began to feel, though, that Seven didn't care for me – that I was only a toilet for her and nothing more. I thought maybe she loved me as I loved her – especially the way she allowed me to pleasure myself as I ate from her ass. Surely that meant she wanted me to have pleasure, too – that she cared for me?

One night in the third month of my toilet servitude, I decided to try to bring our relationship to the next level. I had showered and cleaned myself inside and out thoroughly. I was licking her clean and when I got to her face – I kissed her! I deep kissed her passionately with all the pent-up desire I'd felt since I first laid eyes on her! I poured my heart and soul into that kiss and longed to feel her reciprocate my affections.

"WHAT are you doing!" Seven exclaimed and physically shoved me away, throwing me against a far wall. I had never seen her so angry!

I was hurt, both physically and emotionally. But maybe she didn't understand the gesture- maybe she wasn't familiar with human expressions of love? As she strode over to me at a threatening pace, I tried to explain.

"I-AIIOOWW!" I shrieked as she grabbed me by the hair, roughly yanked my head back and forced all her weight onto my face, shitting forcefully – violently, even into my mouth as I cried out in anguish.

I knew, then, that Seven not only didn't the concepts of love or romance – she did not feel them, either. Not towards me or anyone else for that matter. To her, I *was* nothing more than a human toilet – a convenient receptacle for her waste. Wouldn't you be repulsed if your toilet tried to kiss you on the mouth? Though the realization broke my heart, I couldn't blame her.

Despite my broken heart, I frigged myself crazy, desperately as she crapped down my throat with a vengeance, a meanness I'd never experienced from her before. She barely gave me time to chew and swallow. I had become quite adept at the act in the few months (having done it once or twice every single day) and yet was a struggle to keep up with her expulsions this time.

I let myself go in the moment – released my desires for love and affection, put them out of my mind forever. It was not to be and there was no point in desiring that which I would never have. So I set my mind to being exactly what I was to Seven: nothing but a toilet. It is such a degrading, humiliating feeling – but ultimately freeing as well! To have no desires, no needs, no wants, no ambitions. To just exist to serve a very simple purpose and to execute that duty well and regularly. It was like being returned to my infancy – all I needed to do was eat and sleep. I was completely dependent on my owner – my Mistress, Seven. My new infancy wasn't just due to the fact that I got all of my sustenance from her, but that I ate and drank it *directly* from her body – like a babe suckling from her mother's teat. And like a nipple and it's milk, it was being force-fed into my mouth, I had no choice, no control, and I loved it.

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Diary of a toilet Month 2 "Unfaithful"

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After having my affections spurned by Seven, I had given up on love and made peace with it. But just when you think you have everything figured out, life has a way of proving you wrong.

Her name was Bashra. Lieutenant Bashra Edrazi. She was so beautiful. She was part Indian, part Romulan – and intoxicatingly exotic mix. Her flawless buttery-tan skin, her graceful, black arched eyebrows and her deep, almond-shaped black eyes. I had never seen a woman like her and I was instantly infatuated with her the first time she stopped in Astrometrics. She was a bioengineer and specialized in Borg nanotechnology and how they could be used to alter human biology. Bashra was tasked with monitoring Seven's remaining Borg technology and taking samples of her nanites for research.

For the first time since I'd been assigned to Seven, I found myself thinking of another woman than Seven. I even found myself distracted while servicing Seven, my thoughts drifting to those perfect, angular but soft features and her taut, athletic body.

After being obsessed with her for a week or so I decided there was no reason I couldn't just go for it. My only tasks involved serving Seven, I had spare time that I could use for a personal life. And Seven shouldn't mind – she couldn't get jealous since she had no feelings for me anyway.

I started by sending her an anonymous present through the transporter, to her room. I'd done some digging into her personnel profile and discovered one of her hobbies was botany, so I had a replica of the most rare, beautiful flower in the Alpha Quadrant beamed into room – 'Zantadeschia risiacopa', the "Great Bird of the Galaxy". It was renowned for its glittering pink-purple iridescence, long, lean graceful lines... and petals and stamen in a form heavily suggestive of a blooming woman's vagina. The message was quite clear.

The next few times I saw her, I was tortured by her presence. Had she seen the flower? Did she love it? Or did she find it an invasion of privacy and recycle it? How would I know? I should have chosen something that would let me see if she'd appreciated it or not... maybe if I could find some excuse to visit her in her quarters? My mind was busy scheming and planning this grand escapade when I realized she was looking right at me! I had been staring at her and she'd noticed. She smiled at me and I nearly fainted.

When Bashra left, Seven walked over to me and looked me over.

"Are you unwell?" Seven asked me.

"Hunh?" I replied absent-mindedly, still imagining Bashra and I together.

"Your heart rate is accelerated, your pupils are dilated, your breathing is rapid and shallow and your temperature has increased by 3.7 degrees," Seven analyzed me, "Are you having a panic attack of some sort?"

"Oh... uh, no, I'm fine, thank you," I replied – it was touching to see Seven concerned for my health, somewhat endearing.

"So you are healthy, then?" she asked pointedly.

"Yes-" I started to reply.

"Good," she interrupted me as she pushed me up against the wall and to my knees, "I have an unusually large bowel movement today, the... I was challenged to participate in a 'hot dog eating contest' at Lt. Paris' 'Bar-B-Que'."

I groaned as she squeezed out the first loaf forcefully into my mouth, filling it with soft, mushy, foul shit-paste.

"I won," she informed me as she unleashed the "spoils of victory" down my throat. But even as I sat there consuming my Mistress' fecal feast, I dreamt of soft, gentle lovemaking with the beauteous, exotic Bashra...

. . . . .

Two days later, I was surprised when I ran into Bashra in The Mess Hall. I had eaten there at the same time every day and had never seen here there. As she took her place in line beside me at the buffet, I stiffened, suddenly exquisitely aware of how I might look at the moment – any hairs that might be out of place, whether my shirt was tucked and wrinkle-free, had I brushed my teeth since... "breakfast"??

"Hi Sabine, I haven't seen you in here before," she melted my heart when she spoke to me – and called me by my name! Only Janeway and her senior crew knew the true nature of my duties. I thanked my lucky stars that Bashra didn't know of my shame.

"Uh, yeah, me neither – I mean, you neither?" I stammered nervously, "I mean – I haven't seen you either... I mean, here –"

"I know what you mean," she assured me, mercifully.

"Are you sitting with anyone?" she after we had gotten our food.

"No, I, uh, always eat alone, actually," I admitted. It was true – I had devoted myself to Seven so thoroughly, and to training before, that I had never really made (or at least managed to keep) any friends.

"No! We can't allow that!" she exclaimed in mock horror and took my arm (I shook at the thrill of it) and led me over to a quiet table in the corner.

We spent the most pleasant 20 minutes of my life discussing our lives before Voyager, our personal interests and hobbies, our aspirations and experiences. By the time it was time to return to duty, I realized that I'd never known anyone – or allowed anyone to know me – as much as Bashra.

"That was fun," Bashra said as we recycled our trays, "What are you doing for dinner tonight?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing – was this woman, this painfully perfect, fascinating, beautiful creature – asking me out on a date?!

"Nothing!" I answered a little too quickly, too emphatically.

"Good, it's a date, then," she smiled, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and strode out, waving to me cheerily as she said, "I loved the flower, by the way," she grinned broadly as the doors closed behind her.

I stood there for several seconds, flabbergasted at what had just transpired, feeling my cheek where she had kissed me.

I was snapped out of my reverie by the bleeping of my communicator. Seven had programmed it to warn me when my duty shift began as a sort of alarm. I hurried back to her for fear of risking a rebuke for being tardy. As I ran back, daydreaming about my prospective date that night – what I'd wear, what I'd say to be interesting and appealing to Bashra, what I'd tell her if she asked about my work – I never even realized that I had unwittingly double-booked. I had agreed to meet Bashra for dinner that night at 19:00 hours, but my evening duty shift with Seven was due to begin just half an hour later...

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That evening, I went through my entire replicator rations for the month trying on every possible style of clothing – I tried Indian, Romulan and even hybrid Indo-Romulan dresses. I tried sexy, silky, sleek and frilly. I worried about appearing to try too hard, about overdressing – what if she wasn't really thinking of it as a date – what if she just wanted to be friends? I tried dressing casual, but that seemed dumpy and maybe trying too hard to be casual and might make her think I'm not interested. Pathetically, I decided to just wear my uniform. But, as a small touch, I did keep a sexy, frilly thong I'd found with a stitching of the flower I'd given Bashra on the crotch. If things did happen to get extremely personal, she'd see how much I thought about her...

Nervous and with butterflies racing about in my stomach, I headed out to my dinner date and got there a full 15 minutes early. I internally chided myself for showing up early and looking desperate. But to my surprise, Bashra was already there as well! She was wearing a tight, shiny purple bodysuit with a black jacket and incredibly sexy high heeled knee-high boots. Her silky black hair was pulled up in an elaborate, elegant style, studded with green and amber gems. My GOD, she was sexy! I suddenly felt extremely underdressed and dumpy.

Bashra waved me over and I self-consciously fixed my uniform and hair and walked over and sat down with her. We ate by candlelight and ordered from the Bolian waiter. It was like a real date, and she seemed totally into me! And, to my surprise and relief, she never asked about my duties with Seven.

We started with drinks, then a light appetizer, salads and ate our dinners slowly and leisurely, enjoying each others' company more than the food itself.

We had gotten into a lengthy discussion about the philosophical ramifications of Neelix's recent "resurrection" by Seven's nanites after he was killed in a nebula (see the Voyager Season 4 episode "Mortal Coil") – Bashra thought it was a perfect example of the potential power of nanites to reshape our human destinies, I felt it was a great thing to save him, but worried if it might change what it means to be human - when my communicator began to chirp at me. I tried to ignore it, but it was incessant (it almost sounded annoyed!).

"Do you need to answer that?" Bashra asked, distracted by it.

"What, oh, no, it's nothing," I lied as I fiddled with it. I realized then that we must have lost track of time – I was supposed to be reporting to duty right at that moment! The time had flown so incredibly quickly and I felt Bashra and I were getting along so incredibly well – we had made one of those rare instant connections where we just immediately "clicked". I couldn't let it end. Seven could wait a few more minutes – it wasn't like I had any *real* duties.

I took off the communicator and stuffed it in my pocket. I tried to be casual and resume the conversation where we left off, but the chirping didn't stop. I reached in and turned it off.

"There," I said, pleased, "no more interruptions."

Bashra smiled – a radiant, warm, enchanting smile that would make any mortal fall instantly, deeply in love with this woman. And I had already fallen, *hard*.

We then both began to hear some distant sound like someone talking outside the door, but there was nobody there. We looked around and we laughed as she realized it was a muffled voice coming from my communicator, shoved into my pocket!

She pulled it out to hear what it was saying before I could stop her (besides, I wasn't going to stop her putting her hand into my pants!) and Seven's demanding, audibly irritated voice blared out of it. She had used the emergency reactivation to reach me!

"-for your duty shift! I order you to report IMMEDIATELY or suffer the consequences. I have urgent needs and a significant load of-" I quickly reached over and snatched it from Bashra before Seven could complete that particular turn of phrase, walked over to the recycling receptacle and dropped it in!

"Whoa!" Bashra laughed, looking surprised, but impressed, "boss issues?"

"She's such a pain," I sighed – turning on Seven came surprisingly easily, "all she cares about is efficiency and duty – she doesn't have an empathetic bone in her body, she's been a Borg so long she doesn't understand the human concept of 'having a life'!"

Bashra laughed lightly along with me, "I've heard she's quite the slave-driver... but, still, I think she's kind of fascinating, don't you? Her life experience certainly is unique and those nanites of hers have so much to offer us!"

"I guess," I acceded, "but that doesn't mean she's likable!"

We both laughed cattily at this – looking back now, it pains me at how quickly I betrayed my Mistress.

"You're so bad!" Bashra cooed as she grabbed my wrist.

I put my hand on hers and purred suggestively, "it's no *fun* being a good girl all the time..."

Bashra looked into my eyes with a piqued curiosity, seeing something in them she hadn't seen before, something I'd never let out before with anyone. She appeared to be receptive to my flirting, biting her lip and looking me up and down.

Bashra lifted her fork with some seared Bajoran salmon on it and offered it to me as she replied, "maybe you'll have to show me just how bad you can be... but we should finish our dinner before we move on to dessert, don't you think?"

I leaned forward to take the bite from her fork, planning to suck the fish from it as seductively as I could when I saw her expression change as she looked past me over my shoulder. Her eyes widened and her expression changed to one of... alarm?

I turned just in time to see a blur of silver as Seven grabbed me by the arm and berated me loudly and publically.

"YOU are neglecting your duties!" she seemed as mad as I'd ever seen her, "you will COME with me RIGHT *NOW."

I suddenly felt a defiant streak run through me – I wasn't just Seven's slave, I was a human being and I had the same right to happiness and freedom as any other! I wasn't going to let Seven deny me that for her own selfish needs!

"I'm *busy*," I replied nastily, "can't you see that? This is called a date – it's what *people* do." I tried to pull my arm from her grasp, but she was so much stronger than me that she didn't even notice my effort.

Seven, for once was at a loss of words. She looked at me, then at Bashra, then back at me. I wasn't sure, but I thought I maybe saw a flicker of emotion on her face. Embarrassment? Hurt? Jealousy? But it was gone as quickly as it came, if it had truly been there at all.

"That is irrelevant, I have-" Seven began, but I cut *her* off this time!

"It is *not* irrelevant!" I cried, trying to stand up for emphasis, but was stuck in place by Seven's grip, "This is a personal relationship, Seven! People like to spend time with each other even when they're *not* working! Or does that not *compute*?!"

I knew I had stepped over the line even as the words had come out of my mouth. Everyone in the room was staring in shocked astonishment. Even Bashra looked at me with an expression that made me immediately regret my words. It was clear she didn't approve of my treatment of Seven and she looked at me as if she felt maybe she didn't really know me at all. It was heartbreaking.

I wanted to take it back immediately, but I didn't get the chance. Seven grabbed me by the hair ferociously and yanked me right out of my chair! Before all of the stunned diners, Seven dragged me by the hair – directly into the public restroom in The Mess Hall!
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Lt. Bashra Edrazi sat, agape, in her chair, unable to believe the scene that had just played out before her. He had heard of Seven's reputation for being disagreeable and difficult to work with – demanding and exacting. But he'd never seen anything like this!

She wondered if this was something she should get involved with. She liked Sabine – she was cute, in a naive sort of way, and Bashra had looked forward to having a little fun with the girl. She figured she would be an easy lay the way the teen had been eying her up and had sent her that embarrassingly coy gift from her "secret admirer"... Bashra thought the two could have some fun for a while, but this seemed to be something that wasn't really her business.

Still, her curiosity was burning, she had to know what was going on in there. She waited a couple minutes, then snuck into the bathroom quietly, slipping into a stall and watching through the cracks.

Bashra saw that Seven still had Sabine by the hair and was being quite rough and aggressive with the girl.

"Your first duty is to ME, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week!" Seven reminded the girl.

"I have to eat SOMETIME!" the girl defiantly replied, holding onto the stronger woman's arm – not to escape her grip, which would have been futile, but to hold herself up and alleviate some of the strain on her scalp.

"I keep you WELL fed," Seven declared, "in fact, you are gaining weight and becoming inefficient!"

The words even stung Bashra – she could only imagine how Sabine must have felt!

"That's because YOU eat too much!" Sabine spat back. Bashra didn't understand how that followed, but...

"You have no reason to complain," Seven argued back, "YOU eat extraneously, inefficiently. Taking up valuable ship resources, eating slowly, carousing with... *others*...!"

Bashra could swear Seven said that last word with... jealousy? There was more going on here than a boss/employee workplace spat!

"*I* will feed you the way you are *MEANT* to be fed!" Seven pronounced with palpable authority and pushed the squirming, yelping teen down to her knees. Bashra watched in amazement and paralyzed fascination as Seven's nanites removed her entire uniform, leaving the tall, muscular, busty woman completely naked save for her Borg implants.

Bashra watched, transfixed, as Seven planted her asshole directly on Sabine's open, protesting mouth and *shat* violently into the harrowed teen's craw! The girl, for her part, struggled and fought and tried to get free, but she was helpless as a child before the augmented might of the statuesque Borg woman dominating her. Bashra had to get a better look and pushed open the stall door to be able to see the entire scene before her.

...

As Seven shit-raped my mouth, I caught a bit of movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over, panicking that someone might have walked in and discovered this indecent incident. To my utter shock and horror, I saw Bashra, my sweet, dear Bashra... *watching* us!

Somehow I'd never really felt as ashamed by what I'd become than I did at that very moment. Here was the woman I had fallen for, who I had sparked a real, deep friendship with, who I could see spending the rest of my life with – and she was seeing me like this. On my knees before another woman, with my face shoved between her powerful buttocks, taking her massive load of raw sewage down my throat, bloating my belly. I had started to feel like a real woman again with this woman, Bashra, and now Seven had reduced me to just a toilet again, in front of her.

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Bashra couldn't tear her eyes away and reached down to between her legs, found the hidden easy-release seam and opened her bodysuit at the crotch to expose her moist, steamy cunt. She rubbed herself and rocked her hips as she watched through the cracks. She couldn't believe how thoroughly and expertly Seven was dominating the girl – and the sheer filthiness of what she was doing to her! It was so wonderfully wicked! She pushed the door the rest of the way open and sat back on the toilet seat to spread her legs and finger herself furiously as she watched.

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I couldn't believe it when Bashra not only kept watching us, but kept watching and *started masturbating*! This was not how I hoped our first encounter would go!

Seven was either oblivious to Bashra's presence, or didn't care. I looked up into her eyes and the same look of righteous fury was still on her face as she literally shot the crap out of her intestines and into my belly. I had never truly been afraid of Seven's power over me and what she could really do to me if she wanted before this point. I looked back at Bashra, she was lost in perverse delirium, massaging her tits and fingering and rubbing her clit with wild abandon. Her face was flushed, her eyes heavy and lidded and her tongue licked at her slender, sensual lips.

She was so fucking hot. She was more beautiful than ever. Between the sight of her pleasuring herself at the sight of my abuse, and my own body's conditioned, automatic reaction to being used as a toilet, the taste of my Mistress' shit upon my tongue, the feel of it filling my belly, I couldn't resist the urge to pleasure myself as well.

Desperately, I wiggled my pants down, pushed my panties aside and rubbed my sopping wet, shaven pussy, moaning and groaning around the mouthfuls of shit being force-fed to me by Seven.

"Oh fuck!" I heard Bashra moan as she saw me do this, and I looked right into her eyes. She came, bucking her hips in forceful jerks, pulling her own hair and twisting her face in a grimace of uncontrolled ecstasy. As she came, she rammed her fingers in and out of her pussy in a blur and squirted her cum juices all over the toilet seat and bathroom floor!

Watching Bashra cum triggered my own, deep, shame-driven orgasm and I screamed into Seven's filthy, shit-caked asshole as I exploded in the strongest climax of my life and swallowed down the last, huge lump of Seven's revenge crap.

Finished, Seven dropped me to the dirty restroom tile with complete disregard and reformed her uniform.

"I expect, toilet," she addressed me, "that this is the LAST time you will neglect you duties. Consider yourself now *permanently* on-duty."

She strode out and left me there on the floor with a shit-stained mouth, a dripping exposed cunt, my pants around my knees and my fingers dripping with my own cum. I didn't even care that everyone out in The Mess Hall could see me lying there on the floor as the doors parted for Seven.

Then, as I laid there on my back, staring at the ceiling, Bashra stepped into my field of view.

"Bashra-" I began.

"Shhhh," she said, looking down on me with a look of what seemed like genuine care.

"You have to understand... this wasn't my choice, I-" I tried to excuse what she'd just witnessed.

"Shhh, SHH," Bashra shushed me as she leaned over me, nearing me.

"Captain Janeway... she assigned me to Seven-" I explained.

"I said SHUT UP, *toilet*!" Bashra spat at me, grabbing my face by the cheeks and squeezing, forcing my mouth open – then she sat her perfect, petite, tight, muscled and tan ass on my face with all her weight. Her asshole distended into my mouth and a firm, slick turd slid out of her anus and filled my mouth with her taste. I groaned and did not resist. I swirled her gift in my mouth with my tongue, chewed it up and swallowed it down, locking my eyes with hers.

"Oh FUCK, YES!" she swore down at me, fingering herself again, "EAT MY FUCKING SHIT, YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS LITTLE TOILET BITCH!!!"

I moaned at her verbal degradation and reached down and rubbed my swollen pussy anew, rubbing myself to climax after climax as the love of my life used my mouth as a toilet.

I must have blacked out from my multiple orgasms. When I awoke, I was still laying on the floor of the bathroom. I still had some of Bashra's delectable turd in my mouth and my face and hair was soaked in concentrated, cold piss. My mouth was plugged in there by my frilly flowery panties. Bashra must have seen them and recognized the flower I gave her on it. I pulled them out and saw the flower was shit-stained and she had written a message on them.

"Cute, toilet. Looking forward to our next 'dinner party'! Love & Kisses!"

I sat there on the floor of the bathroom, half-naked, piss-soaked and chewing on the shit of the love of my life. I cleaned myself up, stuffed the shit-stained panties in my mouth and staggered back to my quarters. I managed to get a full 3 hours of sleep before Seven woke me and called me do my duty yet again. I *had* learned my lesson. I would never neglect my duties again.

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Diary of a toilet Month 3 "Efficiency"

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To my personal torment, Bashra began spending more time with Seven. They were working on a project together that I wasn't privy to (being simply a toilet, I was not to worry myself with irrelevant duties). Whatever it was, they were highly engaged and dedicated to it. I could see them look over at me sometimes and Bashra would occasionally shoot me the most sadistic grin, which I must admit was rather discomfiting. Whenever Seven would call me over to drink her piss and eat her shit while she continued to work, Bashra would watch with an evil grin and rub herself off.

I suspected that Bashra had just been making up work in order to spend time with us so she could be a voyeur and watch Seven use me as a toilet. But they *were* actually working on a grand project, as I later discovered. In fact, the project did involve me, though indirectly...

Seven and Bashra strode over to me where I knelt in the corner of the room.

"Toilet," Seven called to me. I sat upright, lifting my butt off my heels and was erect on my knees before her, my arms down at my side as she preferred and looked up at her.

"Lt. Edrazi and I have formulated a solution for your 'eating' problem," Seven informed me.

It was the last thing I expected to hear, "*what* eating-" I began.

"As we discussed before, you are eating extraneously, consuming ship resources and gaining weight in an unsightly manner," Seven derided me. I wanted to look away, but I knew that would only annoy her.

"I realize now that this is my fault," Seven shocked me when she said this! Seven acknowledging error? What did she mean, her fault?

"My plan to save ship resources by only allowing you to feed on my waste was... unrealistic," Seven admitted begrudgingly, "there is not enough nutritional content for a human to live on, I now realize."

I didn't know what to say... was she ending our arrangement? I began to panic – how could this happen so suddenly? She had just used me two hours ago – why this sudden change of heart? Would she not need me now? What would happen to me?! What would I do, what use could I possibly be if she released me?!

"Therefore," Seven continued, "with Lt. Edrazi's assistance, my nanites have been programmed to have reformulated my fecal matter to be the perfect, complete nutritional meal for you. My urine has been reformulated to contain essential vitamins and electrolytes for your biology. My waste products will henceforth be the singular source of nutrition you will need."

I had no words – no thoughts. I could barely comprehend what was happening at that moment.

Seven tapped her PADD a few times and a chirp of acknowledgement sounded forth from it.

"I have just removed your name from the galley rolls and zeroed out your monthly replicator budget."

"No... I can't go to The Mess Hall anymore?" I asked.

"My nutritionally optimized feces is better for you than Neelix's cooking," Seven explained, "Furthermore, you will no longer be a drain on this ship's resources. Congratulations are in order for increasing you efficiency."

I looked at Seven with wide, incredulous eyes. Was this a joke? Seven's expression was one of complete seriousness. Though it always was. I looked to Bashra and she was smiling, but not a smile of amusement. It was that sick, perverse, sadistic grin I'd seen on her cruelly beautiful face so often in this past month. They were completely serious. I was never going to eat real food again!

"There are some side-effects," Seven warned me, "the smell and, presumably, taste of the fecal matter seems to have intensified significantly. According to our projections, my feces and urine will taste roughly ten times stronger than before. However," Seven stated in her usual detached manner, "taste is irrelevant. It is more nutritious for you so you will eat it."

Seven continued, "there are beneficial side-effects as well. I will urinate more heavily and more frequently. You will need 3 liters of water a day, and I will be providing it all for you. Additionally, the bulk of my feces will increase threefold. This is fortunate as it will keep you feeling full all day so that you will never feel the need to eat when apart from me. According to my feeding schedule and estimates of your digestive rate, I estimate you will be actively digesting my excreta 24 hours a day."

All of this was too much to take in. I swooned and felt dizzy as if I might pass out.

Bashra reached down a caught me. I was thankful for her care and it felt good to have her warm skin on mine.

"Seven, quick, she must be dehydrated!" Bashra exclaimed, "I think it's time to try your new recycling plan!"

Seven looked at the PADD, "yes, my nanites have completed their work, I am ready," she said as the crotch of her uniform parted on its own to reveal her pussy with its wrinkled pink lips and her blonde curly pubes.

Bashra lifted my head to Seven's crotch, squeezed open my jaws and positioned my open mouth under Seven's piss-hole. Immediately Seven's hot piss shot out of her urethra and splashed against my tongue with torrential force! This snapped me right back to my senses – not just because of the power of it, but due to the intense taste! It was salty and sweet at the same time, a bit sour and extremely, extremely ripe tasting! It was the strongest, most foul piss I'd ever tasted! I saw it shooting out of her and noticed it had a sickly, dark, cloudy yellowish-amber color to it. Bashra must have thought it smelled horrible, too, because she immediately shoved my head forward, planting my gaping mouth over Seven's spraying cunt, creating a seal that would let no piss escape!

I stared up at Seven, eyes tearing from the potency of the concoction being poured down my throat. Bashra, for her part, kept me sealed there and spat nasty words of encouragement in my ear as she rubbed herself with my fingers.

"That's it, drink it all down, you filthy toilet!" she whispered huskily, her hot breath against my ear, "taste it, cunt, swallow that nasty, rank piss! Fill your pretty belly with it! How does it taste, hunh? Strong enough for you?"

I looked in Bashra's eyes and she noticed my tears, "oh, is poor baby toilet crying? Are you crying tears of joy because you're so happy to be drinking this gourmet pee-pee we made for you? You're welcome, toilet-bitch!" and she licked up my tears, "MMMmmmmm..."

Good to her word, Seven poured at least a full 20 ounces of her newly reformulated urine into my stomach. I could feel it sloshing around in there any time I moved, making me feel a bit off-balance.

After I had licked Seven's cunt completely clean of every last remnant of her putrid pee, Bashra turned my face to hers and squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open to make sure I swallowed it all.

"Say ah, toilet!" she said cheerily as she inspected my mouth, "Mmm, that was yummy, right?"

Suddenly I burped the longest, loudest, and absolutely foulest piss-burp known to man right in Bashra's face!

"UGH!!!" she slapped me and threw me down on the ground, standing up and trying to wave away the stink, "You fucking sewer-mouth! Blech!" She spat out the taste from her mouth – right onto me, of course, her spittle hitting me on the chest and face.

Just then, Seven's ass cheeks exploded in a nasty, wet, long fart that made her impressive butt cheeks flap. The stench was absolutely nauseating and Bashra backed away, nearly dry-heaving.

"I believe the second part of our experiment is ready as well," Seven stated matter-of-factly.

Seven didn't need Bashra's help this time. She grabbed me by my ponytail (which I wore high on my head as it made a convenient handle for Seven on just such occasions), effortlessly raised my face to her ass... and blew another, even longer ass blast right into my open mouth! Instantly I gagged and my eyes stung, my nostrils were on fire! I heaved and was about to barf for certain, but never got the chance. Seven pulled my head back, sat her voluptuous ass right on my face and immediately shat a massive, thick pole into my throat, effectively plugging me up and putting an end to any plans my vomit might have had of escaping.

However bad the smell was, the taste was infinitely worse! It was foul and acrid and putrid – it was strong and even somehow spicy! It made my tongue burn and my throat rebel. I gagged and retched around the log forcing its way down my gullet, but I was helpless to stop it. It was so thick and dense – with a hard, heavy dark brown core, but a viscous, repugnant slime coating it, acting as a vile lubricant to ease its way through my mouth, down my throat and into my gut.

The incredible shit-log mercifully broke into pieces occasionally to allow me to chew – which I did more out of a survival instinct than to taste it. Each bite released the hidden cornucopia of offensive, putrid flavors packed within, overwhelming all my other senses so much that I couldn't feel anything, see anything, hear anything – all I could feel was the taste of her shit filling my mouth, filling me up. I could feel the largeness of the lumps of crap sliding down into my belly, and I could feel the splashing and sloshing as the large chunks fell into the churning pool of her piss that filled it already... I really felt like nothing more than a toilet, more at that moment than ever before.

Seven hadn't been lying about the side-effects. The amount of excrement that discharged from that incredible ass of hers was truly unbelievable. It was easily three times as much as before, and denser and thicker to boot. And Seven's bowel movements had already been sizable before. Truthfully, just one fecal feeding a day like this one would be enough to keep me full!

But the plan was already decided, and when Seven was satisfied that I'd spelunked every last nugget of crap from her anal canal, she informed me of my next scheduled feeding in 3 hours and left me there with a distended belly, overwhelming nausea and not a trace of dignity or humanity left in me.

I didn't even notice when Bashra came all over my face, squatting over me, then pissed directly into my open, shit-caked mouth. I simply swallowed the foaming shit-piss shake bulging out my cheeks, as any good toilet should...

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Diary of a toilet Month 5 "Doctor's Orders"

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Within five months of being Seven's toilet, I had become entirely conditioned to the act. A particularly embarrassing public example occurred after Seven had an extended bout of constipation which was troublesome for her (making her uncomfortable and more irritable than usual) and for me as I had long since switched over to a diet exclusively of her wastes and was starving for her shit by this point. She and Ensign Kim were giving a presentation to the senior crew for some mission (I never knew what was happening on the ship from week to week – it seemed like one crisis after another, but I was sheltered from it all being a lowly toilet).

I was sitting next to Seven's seat, near the head end of the table. Captain Janeway was sitting across from me and I watched quietly as Seven carried on her very lengthy briefing. Suddenly, without warning, Seven loudly and audibly farted! Everyone in the room froze at the social faux pas, but Seven completely ignored it, feeling no shame or embarrassment, and continued with her presentation without pause.
However, as soon as I heard Seven fart, my stomach involuntarily grumbled – loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. There were looked of surprise and bemusement and snickers from the back by Torres and Tom. Janeway smiled at me in the most sadistic, perverted way.

But it didn't end there – Seven repeatedly farted – over and over, passing gas through the entire rest of the presentation – for another 20 minutes! The others in the room all tried to wave away the stench, cover their noses or get some fresh air. But not me. I sat there, belly growling, hunger stoked uncontrollably and, as Janeway pointed out to my sheer shame later, drooling all over the table. I hadn't even realized I was doing it – it was a completely autonomic reaction from my body. My body had learned that, whenever I expected to be feeding on Seven's shit, a large amount of saliva eased the passage of semi-chewed large chunks into my gut and helped in the digestive process. I was adapting, biologically, to my new function. I was becoming less human and more commode every day...

It was so humiliating, to be surrounded by all of these normal, professional people and to be audibly grumbling and drooling all over the table! But it made it even more clear to me that I was no longer one of them.

After the meeting, all the senior staff rushed out, drawing deep fresh breaths of air on the bridge. All but the Doctor who asked Seven and I to report to Sickbay.

While all of the senior crew new about Seven's arrangement with me, the Doctor did not. Seven felt he would object to the thought of a human being trying to live off of such a diet and she was right. So she had not told him and the senior crew had conspired to keep it a secret from him. This all made for a very awkward conversation in Sickbay that day.

"Miss d'Aucourt," the Doctor addressed me. Only he had to do it three times before I realized he was talking to me! Nobody had called me by my name for so long that I'd forgotten what it sounded like... "Uh, yes Doctor?" I replied, at last. "I couldn't help but notice your drooling and stomach grumbling during the meeting," the Doctor informed me with some empathy, "have you eaten anything recently?" "Well... I've only had liquids for the past couple days," I admitted. "What?!" the Doctor looked appalled, "Do you have an eating disorder? Why would you do that? You're a fit, trim young woman, you don't need to take such drastic and, frankly, unhealthy steps to lose any weight!" While I appreciated his complements, I tried to explain myself, forgetting momentarily that the Doctor was not informed of my actual situation, "I've tried, I really, really have – believe me!" I emphasized, "Seven's been so constipated for a few days and-" "I didn't ask you about Seven's intestinal problems," the Doctor cut me off, "that's a personal matter for Seven and, frankly, none of your business young lady! Please don't try to change the subject." "Uh... sorry," I offered, weakly, "I'll... eat something soon, I promise, okay?" The Doctor gave me a somewhat dubious look, "I'll hold you to that, I want to check on you later and see how you're doing. Consider that an order." "Yes, Doctor," I acknowledged. The Doctor then turned to Seven and I watched as he prescribed an extra strong laxative for her, handing her a hypo and several bottles for multiple doses. "Be forewarned, though," he advised her, "this is extremely potent and you should be expecting to be spending quite a lot of time on the toilet over the next two days!" Seven looked directly at me and replied matter-of-factly, "that should not be a problem," as she injected the first dose of the super-laxative into her arm. As if on cue, my stomach grumbled loudly again. The Doctor shook his head, "you'd better get something to eat right away!" he warned me. "Doctor, I can assure you that I will see to it that she is WELL fed," Seven informed him. "Good," the Doctor smiled, "You know, I'm glad to see Seven has taken you under her wing, Miss D'Aucourt. She's an excellent role model for you. I hear she eats *twice* what the average crewman eats and she's still quite fit! You could learn a lot from her!" I groaned and dutifully followed Seven out of Sickbay and to her bathroom for what did, indeed, turn out to be a marathon session. Her liquefied shit exploded from her ass like never before and I did indeed learn much those few days – such as how to drink shit straight down, to chug diarrhea like an academy cadet chugs beer...

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 6 "Progress"

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Seven's new dietary plan for me was working exactly as she had planned. I was now exclusively feeding from her ass and drinking from her cunt. I hadn't had a taste of real food in over two months and, to be honest, I couldn't even remember what it tasted like. I probably would have thrown it up if I had the opportunity to have some. My taste buds had become so overwhelmed by Seven's new, nastier feces that I couldn't imagine tasting anything else anymore.

It was going so well that Seven informed Captain Janeway of her "experiment" (me). Seven proposed that, if this went well and my health proved to be stable (or even improving as she suspected it might), then she could extend this plan to the entire crew. If 50% of the crew served as personal toilets for the other 50%, we could save on half our resources – always in short supply in the Delta Quadrant where there was no Starfleet supply system to keep us stocked up. If we didn't go through our resources as quickly, we wouldn't have to take risks and detours stopping at so many planets to replenish our stores and we would get home sooner.

It was a perfectly logical plan.

I watched as Janeway came explosively down Kes' throat, her cock buried to the hilt in the Ocampan girl's face. She had gotten hard when Seven started explaining what she'd been doing with me these past several months and as Seven detailed everything she'd done and what she'd like to do with the entire ship, the Captain just couldn't hold her spunk in her impressively-sized balls anymore.

"Do you approve, Captain?" Seven asked of Janeway.

Janeway recovered from her intense orgasm and looked at Seven with a bemused expression, "yes, yes, Seven... you have my *FULL* blessing. Continue your trial case with all due diligence. I'm extremely interested in your... results." She smiled wickedly at me, causing me to blush. I had a bellyful of Seven's shit noisily digesting in my stomach right then and I could tell Janeway had noticed it.

"Thank you, Captain," Seven replied, "I will redouble my efforts."

"I'm sure you will," Janeway sighed as she pet Kes' sweaty, matted head, still fully impaled on her softening prick- I could see Kes' throat undulating – she was using her esophageal muscles to milk out every last drop of semen from the Captain's lengthy shaft.

Seven pulled me by my ponytail and I crawled out behind her, the fermenting shit and piss mixture in my belly sloshing sickeningly with every step...

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Diary of a toilet Month 7 "Brown with jealousy"

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Now that the secret was out about my duties for Seven, word spread through Voyager's rumor mill rapidly (greatly accelerated, apparently, by my trusted friend, Bashra herself).

It was soon after that I discovered that I was not the first to have executed these duties for Seven. I discovered she had used several other women before me. And, like me, they became addicted to the experience. I discovered this because they were all extremely jealous and resentful of me when they discovered that I was now Seven's exclusive toilet slave.

Each day, as the rumors spread I noticed more and more women giving me nasty looks in the corridors. I counted at least 6 or 7... Crewman Karen Wilson, The Delaney Twins (Jenny and Meghan), an engineer named Susan Nicoletti, an Orion named U'Lanai, a former Maquis with a bad attitude named Mariah Henley, a busty black woman named Amanda Porter and a redhead on the Hazard Team named Telsia Murphy.

As the days went on, their rude looks began to turn to rude comments. They'd say things like "hey, shit-for-brains" and "hungry, bitch?" or "bet you think you're hot shit, don't you? Or do you just like to eat hot shit?!" Occasionally, one would block my way, not letting me pass. For some reason, they delighted in tormenting me.

One fateful afternoon while I was allowed a rare break from duty, I saw three of them gathered in the deck 4 corridor. It was the Delaney Twins and Crewman Henley. I didn't like they confrontational way they were looking at me, so I decided to turn around and use the turbolift at the other end of the hall. But when I looked in that direction, Crewmen Wilson, Nicoletti and Murphy were blocking the way. I began to get worried and ducked into Cargo Bay 1 to wait it out and see if they would pass. But as I backed into the room, I bumped into someone and spun around with a jolt. Standing before me were the rest of the gang – Amanda Porter, the Orion woman U'Lanai and the woman I discovered was the ring leader of this motley crew: my beloved Bashra.

"Hey toilet," Bashra sneered, "did you get lost, or are you freelancing now?"

Behind me, I heard the doors open and the other six women from the corridor streamed in. In moments, I found myself at the center of a circle of 9 women who each had a very evil look on their faces.

"Yeah, toilet-bitch," Amanda jabbed her finger into my chest, "you hungry? Cruisin' for some extra yummies?"

I tried to back away, but the Delaney Twins each grabbed me by and arm and held me there.

Bashra stepped up and shoved her hand under my shirt. She felt my belly and spoke to the others, "she feels empty to me, girls, I think she needs a refill!"

I felt so betrayed by Bashra in that moment and I gave her an injured look, hoping to find mercy in her eyes. But all I found was depraved lust.

I knew there was no point in resisting, there was no chance of getting away. To them I was nothing but a toilet – the toilet that had taken Seven's attentions away from them. They were jealous of me and were going to exact their revenge and vent their frustrations on me. I accepted my fate as the twins pulled me to my knees and first girl, Amanda, dropped her pants, sat her big, brown muscled ass on my face and proceeded to fart and shit into my mouth. Her shit was different from Seven's and a surprise to me. It was soft and mushy and extremely foul. She swore as she smelled it filling my mouth and cursed like a Klingon as she ordered me to "swallow that nasty shit". Since it was so soft (and I was so practiced at the art), it was a relatively easy order to obey, and I did.

Each jilted woman took their place sitting on my face and feeding me their excrement in turn. The most memorable experience was the Orion woman – U'Lanai's turn. Apparently, the Orion diet is largely a fruity one – high in very complex sugars and fiber. As a result – her shit was actually quite sweet, soft, very voluminous... and dark green! I devoured it with a zeal that was obvious to the other women and their verbal humiliation of me intensified at the sight. I didn't care – the sweet shit was a welcome palate cleanser.

Unfortunately, the next woman to step up was one of the Delaney Twins – I can't remember which one, but her diet was obviously much less agreeable to her intestines because her asshole exploded into my mouth, flooding it with her chunky, putrid diarrhea! The sound of it blasting out of her guts with wet, sloppy spurts and sloshing around in my increasingly filthy mouth made the rest of the women groan in disgust and howl in laughter at my plight. I was ready to barf right into my tormentor's rectum after the first couple swallows, but I refused to give these sadistic women the satisfaction.

Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, and to my great relief, the door to the Cargo Bay opened and Seven of Nine stepped in! She stood, expressionless but obviously surprised at the scene before her – her own personal slave being held against her will and gang-force-fed shit from nine different women! Seven would *not* be happy about this violation – these women were in *big* trouble! I could only imagine her report to Janeway and the harsh punishments these harpies would quite deservedly receive.

The women must have realized this, too, because several of them backed away from me and looked extremely frightened. Bashra stood her ground, though, the only one of them not to look frightened silly. I admired her strength, even as I despised her betrayal.

"What is the meaning of this?" Seven demanded. I felt so... loved that Seven was coming to my defense like this! I often wondered if she cared for me at all – she never could show it, say it. But her actions would speak for themselves.

"Oh, hi Seven," Bashra said casually, "we were taking an inventory of the bay as per the Captain's orders and had to go to the bathroom *really* bad."

Then Amanda stepped forward, "yeah, but the bathrooms on this deck are all under maintenance!"

That was true – I remember reading that in the daily report. Something about their story seemed rehearsed and I wondered how much planning and preparation had gone into this scheme!

"So, we just grabbed the closest toilet we could find," U'Lanai chimed in, gesturing towards me.

"Yeah, we're just trying to be efficient," Mariah added, "like you!"

"We wouldn't want to miss any work," Susan said with a fake earnestness.

Seven looked at each of them, then at me, then back at them. She wasn't going to buy this sack of lies, was she?!

"A commendable course of action," Seven complimented them. I couldn't believe my ears!

I managed to break free and choke out a couple semi-intelligible words toward Seven to try to get her to help me out of this predicament. All I could manage was, "Seven – aren't you... going to DO something...?"

Seven looked at me, then at the girls. At first she looked puzzled, but then a look of realization flashed across her face and she said "of course," and began walking to me. The Delaney sister who had been sitting on my face got off of me at the imposing sight of Seven striding towards her so purposefully.

"*Excuse* me," she said to the twin icily. The one twin backed off while the other released my arm. I was free!

With effort, sore from being on my knees for so long and with a heavy belly, I started to get to my feet, grabbing Seven's arm for support, but I felt her hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down! I looked up at her and saw her turning her back to me, her uniform already opened to reveal her ass!

"It is time for my next bowel movement," Seven informed me as her asshole settled on my lips, "thank you for reminding me, toilet."

My nine tormenters watched in shocked amazement as Seven proceeded to join them in my ritualistic abuse and shat her usual massive load down my throat, joining their own in my now visibly distending belly! As I ate my Mistress' copious crap before them, giving them all a scandalous show, I could see and hear them laughing, giggling, some moaning, the twins kissing and rubbing each other's pussies, Bashra fingering herself as usual... Their devious scheme worked out better than they could have imagined. Not only did they get their revenge in tormenting and using me, they got to get off on watching Seven degrade me as well in their own private exhibition. Nevertheless, I couldn't let the circumstances prevent me from fulfilling my loyal pledge to my Mistress, so I obediently chugged down Seven's heavy turds as willingly and dutifully as usual.

When Seven was finished with me and the girls had all had a chance to marvel at the expert symbiosis the two of our digestive systems had evolved, Seven turned to me and regarded my figure. I could feel my belly stretched out and knew I must not have looked very attractive in the moment.

Seven sighed, "I have warned you about overindulging in your eating habits, toilet," she scolded me in front of everyone, "it is your own undisciplined appetite that is causing you to get so fat."

Seven shot me one last, heartbreaking look of disapproval and *left* me there in the Cargo Bay with my captors! She paused briefly only to say one last thing to them, "be sure that you are finished with her by the time her next duty shift begins. Carry on."

And with that, she was gone. My only hope of rescue. The women all looked at each other in astonishment, then broke out into hysterics. In their fits of hilarity, I momentarily entertained the idea of slipping out unnoticed, but I was too exhausted and weighed down with excrement that I could barely have moved if I wanted to.

It only took a second for them to pick back up where they left off. This time the Delaney twin whose diarrhea I had drunk before Seven came in grabbed me by the arms (which wasn't necessary – all fight in me had fled me by this point) and her sister took her turn on my toilet-mouth. I barely even registered it consciously as her hard, lumpy, constipated shit forced its way into my mouth. I simply chewed it up instinctively and swallowed it down, adding it to the grotesque, varied collection of shit of all shapes and sizes packed into my poor, overstuffed belly.

By the time I had consumed all nine women's waste, I had eaten more shit than I had ever eaten before in my life (though this wouldn't be the last time – or the most). It wasn't until several days after this encounter that my tummy returned to its usual flatness, ensuring that the debasement would stretch out much longer than the initial traumatic event itself as I slowly, but surely, digested each and every one of the sadistic women's excrement. This extended humiliation and degradation only served to solidify my position as a subservient, a slave, nothing more than a walking toilet for the use and abuse of anyone who had a desire to utilize me. An event that became more and more common as word of my epic ordeal spread – aided in no small degree by the rapid dissemination of the holovideo recording the women had taken with the hidden cameras they had set up in the Cargo Bay ahead of time. I had finally achieved my dream of becoming a well-known and indispensable member of the crew, renowned for my unique skills and talents... just not in the way I had planned...

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 8 "Substitution"

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It was a few weeks after my ordeal with the nine jealous women that Seven came to me with some news. "Toilet, come here," she ordered me. I immediately obeyed, hurrying over to her and taking my place on my knees at her beautiful ass. "No, stand," she instructed me. Confused and surprised, I obeyed. "I will be going on an away mission," she started, "It is a... covert affair and I cannot take you with me." My heart began to flutter, "What?" I blurted, "where? Is it dangerous? Will you-" Seven stopped me with a gesture, "the details are irrelevant, you are simply a toilet do not need to know the specifics of my work. All that you must know is that I will be gone for two weeks." Two weeks?! Seven and I had not been apart for more than a few hours at a time since I began serving as her shit slave. She seemed to notice the panic on my face and sought to reassure me. "Do not worry," she said, almost tenderly, "I have made arrangements for your care." She produced a PADD and brought up a recent entry, "As you will still need to eat, I have taken the steps necessary to ensure your continued nourishment." Was she reinstating my Mess Hall privileges and replicator credit? Would I even be able to tolerate consuming real food again? It had been so long.... "I have arranged for substitutes for your feedings," Seven handed me the PADD. It had a list of names on it, "as my own fecal output exceeds the capability of most other crewmembers, I have had to enlist the help of several members of the crew in my absence – all who have indicated their willingness to help you continue to feed in my absence." Knees shaking, heart pounding in my chest, I looked down the list. Bashra, Amanda Porter, U'Lanai, The Delaney Twins... all of my tormentors! And some additional names: Captain Janeway, Lt. B'Elanna Torres and a Bolian woman from the lower decks, Crewman Dol. In all, there were twelve different women on the list! "I have chosen a variety of crewmembers to fulfill this duty," Seven informed me, "each chosen according to their own particular diets. By analyzing their eating habits, I have extrapolated the expected nutritional content of their excrement and have formulated this combination such that you will still get all the necessary nutrients that your body is used to from my own waste products." I began to get light headed at the thought of being used by so many women for two full weeks! Some of these women *hated* me and there would be nobody to keep their jealousy-fueled [exploits] in check! "Of course, their fecal matter is not specialized and augmented like my own," Seven continued, "and therefore the nutritional benefit you get from them will not be nearly as efficiently delivered as with me. To ensure that you do, in fact, get sufficient nutrition, it will be necessary for you to consume five times as much excrement daily as you do now." I swooned at this. FIVE TIMES?!! "To meet this quota, you will feed from most of the people on this list once a day," Seven calculated, "do you understand." "Yes, Mistress," I replied, almost automatically. It was true that I understood her words, but I could not conceive of the enormity of the task... was it even possible?! "Very well, your schedule begins now," she abruptly informed me as she grabbed her away kit and headed out the door! As I opened my mouth to ask her but one of the million questions racing through my addled mind at the moment, three of the women on my list walked in behind Seven – Amanda Porter, Bashra and Lt. Torres! "Ensure that she eats every morsel," Seven commanded them, "it is important that she be extremely well fed." The three women laughed at this. "Oh don't worry," Amanda sneered, "we've been saving up for this!" The doors closed behind Seven closed and Torres pushed me to my knees as she dropped her pants and fed me my first substitute meal of the morning. The next two weeks were nearly impossible to endure. I was constantly on call from twelve different women, each beckoning my impatiently when they had a bowel movement to deposit in me. I could tell they had all increased their own food intake as their loads were bulkier, more copious and more frequent each day. One of the women, Susan Nicoletti, was sick most of the two weeks and had awful diarrhea. I had to rush to her at a moment's notice, getting to her as she struggled with cramps, holding back her explosive diarrhea, only to blow it forcefully down my supplicant throat, taking with it chunks of solid waste that nearly lodged in my esophagus, choking me. Each feeding was a scary, limit-testing experience, pushing me to the boundaries of my capabilities as a human toilet. The most sadistic of them all, though, were the Delaney Twins. The two of them seemed to hate me the most, for whatever reason – I did not know. They would devise the worst experiences they could imagine for me. Sometimes they would eat extremely spicy food. Sometimes foods they knew would produce lots of foul gas. Other times they ate lots of peas and corn that would not fully digest and would laugh as they made me sift through their turds with my tongue and spit out each kernel of corn onto a plate (since "real food" was only for "real people", they'd inform me). Even worse, they decided shit wasn't enough for me and one would hold open my mouth while the other gagged herself and vomited directly into my open mouth! Of course, I swallowed it all down as commanded, but it took all my strength to suppress my own urge to barf. I knew any failure to obey any one of my Mistresses' demands would be reported to Seven and I would be severely scolded and reprimanded upon her return.
. . . . .

By the time Seven finally returned, more than a week overdue, I had gained nearly 15 pounds from the non-stop daily multiple force feedings that I had endured. Nevertheless, Seven was impressed with my performance in her absence and praised me for following her instructions so well.

"You have functioned admirably, toilet," Seven's praise filled me up like badly needed rain in a desert of despair.

"Thank you, Sev-" I began, but she interrupted me by grabbing me by the head and pushing me down to my familiar place.

"There is no time for pleasantries," Seven intoned coldly, "I have been constipated for much of my mission and have an excessive amount of waste needing to be expelled. I trust you will not disappoint me."

I responded only by opening wide and digging every last nugget of her backed-up, super-dense, crap from her fully-packed bowels, chewing it thoroughly and swallowing it down into my human waste disposal of a belly. It was difficult and exhausting, but I was grateful to have her back and I cherished every bite, eating from her ass with passion and deep, abiding love and gratitude. I did *not* disappoint.

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 10 "Bonding"

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Nearing the first anniversary of my toilet bondage to Seven, things were going smoothly. I had settled into my role and had become accustomed to living exclusively on her shit and piss (plus the occasional meal from one of my nine jealous rivals). We had settled into a comfortable routine. Seven's experiment seemed to be going exactly as she planned. However, there were some complaints. With Seven's reformulated excrement tasting and smelling so much stronger, her coworkers began to complain about the stench that the augmented shit gave off while she was feeding me. Even Seven admitted that the stench was offensive to her as well. I guess I was inured to it, but I guess I had to be in order to be chewing it up and swallowing it down three times daily.

After consulting with Bashra, Seven devised a solution. The next time she called me over to service her, it was in a staff meeting. Mutters of protest began to make their way around the room, but Seven silenced them with an icy glare. I obediently knelt at her wondrous, generous ass and placed my mouth wide open around her asshole expectantly. But this time she told me to pucker up my lips and push them firmly against her wrinkled, closed asshole. I obeyed without question and suddenly felt a tingling in my lips and find I couldn't move them! They were stuck! I started to worry, but then as her first large turd began to push its way out, her sphincter dilated to accommodate it – and so did my lips – out of my control! It was then that I realized what Seven had done –using her nanites, she had physically sealed my lips to her anus! She had created a perfect, air-tight seal from which nothing could escape!

I knelt there, bonded to her asshole, feeling more a toilet than ever before – I'm was like her living colostomy bag, simply an extension of her digestive system – the refuse end, getting all of her waste and processing it for her.

Somehow I felt even more trapped and helpless than ever before. Even if I had wanted to stop, I couldn't. Even if I had wanted to break free, I couldn't. But I didn't want to. I wanted to be there, like that, to be a part of her, to be her toilet in front of everyone, her helpless, worthless shit sack. As I swallowed down her shit, sealed to her poop chute and helpless, I came without even touching myself. I was such a dirty, filthy little shit whore.

When Seven was done and I'd licked her insides clean, I felt the tingling in my lips again. She had undone the seal, releasing me. Around the room, everyone was in a state of either impressed admiration, disbelief or debauched arousal. Torres had her hand down Tom's pants, Janeway's impressive member had tent-poled her trousers and Chakotay was simply staring at the scene wide-eyed, speechless.

"That was much more pleasant," Seven commented, "you did not miss a single morsel, there is no cleanup necessary and I did not have to endure the intensely offensive odor of my feces. This shall be the standard procedure from this moment on."

I laid back, suppressed a shit-burp and basked in my crap-consuming climax.

*****

Diary of a toilet Year 1 "The Gift"

*****

As I had become eligible for a duty commission upon turning 18, and had soon after taken on my role as Seven's toilet, the anniversary of my enslavement nearly coincided with my birthday. Now, Seven would never be accused of being sentimental in the least, so I was shocked (though thrilled!) when she arranged a surprise birthday party for me!

It was a day like any other – only I remembered it was my birthday. I figured nobody else would even notice. I assumed the only recognition I would get would be from the automatic greeting message and extra share of replicator allowance from the ship's automated personnel database.

Resolving myself to my anonymity, I went about my daily routine. That morning, Seven had ordered me down to one of the secondary medical labs where she was installing some new equipment.

Imagine my shock when the doors swished open and I beheld a great big banner emblazoned with the words "Happy Birthday, Toilet!" I was overwhelmed by the gesture and began to cry tears of joy as the surprise party guests gathered around me. Seven, of course, was there, as was Janeway and Kes. Lt. Torres and Crewman Dol, two of my substitute feeders during Seven's away mission were also present.

Bashra was there as well, but what surprised me was that some of my tormentors were there as well. Amanda Porter and U'Lanai stood by. They didn't seem to be participating in the festivities, though. They hung back by some equipment and were poring over a display. Maybe they were just on duty (they were in the Medical Sciences department – Amanda was a surgeon and U'Lanai a genetic engineering specialist) so perhaps it was just coincidence that they were there – perhaps on duty.

Janeway encouraged Seven to stand before the guests and make a speech. Seven took a place in front and addressed us all.

"Today we mark the anniversary of my toilet's birth," she began, "or, to be more precise, her rebirth as my toilet. She has served me adequately for one year."

There was a round of applause and I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with both pride and a sense of self-worth and love.

"And while my toilet has performed to the best of her capabilities," Seven continued, "I have chosen to mark this occasion with... a gift."

I was beside myself with appreciation. I looked around the room searching for my presents, but didn't see any.

Seven walked to me and, for a moment, I thought she was just going to shit down my throat for my "gift". But she surprised me when she grasped me gently around the arm and lifted me to my feet. I looked into her eyes searching for some clue as to her intent as she walked me to the rear of the room.

I looked about and noticed I was standing next to a medical bed. Amanda and U'Lanai were standing ready, waiting for me. Wordlessly, they laid me down on the bed and fastened me to it with clamps and straps. I gazed into Seven's emotionless face for some sign, but none came.

As U'Lanai worked on her displays Amanda brought over a tray of medical equipment – hypos, dermal regenerators, and some bizarre instruments I'd never seen before! I began to get extremely nervous!

"Toilet, you have proven yourself to be dedicated and loyal," Seven told me, "However: your efficiency is not all it could be. While my reformulated feces has indeed fulfilled its purpose as I predicted – providing you your exclusive nutrition and nourishment, the increased amounts of excrement I produce as a side-effect have proven difficult for you. You take much too long to consume it, having to stop and chew too frequently. It often takes you an hour to complete one feeding. This is unacceptable. And your complaining of swollen bellies and indigestion has become intolerably irritating."

As she spoke, my joy had given away to feelings of failure, inadequacy and naiveté. And here I thought she actually appreciated me! "Therefore, with the Captain's approval and the assistance of Lt. Porter and Ensign U'Lanai," Seven informed me, "I have devised a series of... improvements... Your inefficiency is not your fault. You own limited human biology has hampered your potential. This procedure will remedy that."

It was then that I felt the first hypo inject into my arm. I looked over at Amanda who was smiling pleasantly and calmly preparing and executing each step of the operation and checking on the progress with U'Lanai.

As the procedure played out, Seven explained each improvement, step-by-step.

"The compound in that hypo is a gene therapy that will increase the elasticity of your cheeks, stomach and intestines," she indicated, pointing a finger at each area, "your capacity in these areas will quadruple."

I saw Bashra smile evilly at this as she watched from her seat behind Seven. As Amanda ran one of her exotic devices over my abdomen, I felt a strange rumbling in my gut. Things were moving around in there... reconfiguring? "Additionally," Seven continued, "we have redesigned your stomach to be multichambered, like the bovine animals of your home planet. This will allow you to store large amounts of my excrement and to digest it in four stages to ensure that you extract every last potential gram of nutrition from it. Combined with a more efficient intestinal tract, your digestion of my feces will be so total that you will no longer produce any waste matter of your own. Every last bit of my excrement will be digested and utilized by your body."

I groaned at this and I saw Janeway lower Kes' head into her crotch, clearly excited by the entire proceedings.

Amanda then brought a long, thin conical device over. She held it to my face and its tip glowed amber as she inserted it first up each of my nostrils, then into my mouth, rubbing it along my tongue.

"The cellular replicator is multiplying your smell and taste receptors," Seven narrated, "increasing your sense of smell and taste by a factor of ten. With these enhanced senses, you should be able to smell my feces when it is still in my intestines and anticipate my need to evacuate. I should no longer need to feel the urge myself and call for you, waiting for your readiness. Additionally, your much-enhanced sense of taste will allow you to feel and taste even the smallest micro-nugget of my feces in my anal canal – enabling you to cleanse me much more thoroughly."

Bashra was now openly fingering herself and moaning. Janeway was forcefully face-fucking Kes as she listened to Seven and watched.

I began to feel a swelling in my mouth as Seven continued, "We have also analyzed Kes' Ocampan DNA and managed to replicate the genetic sequence that created her uncommonly long and rough tongue. This will be of great value to you as you will be able to reach much further into my rectum, stimulating and aiding the release of my excrement as well as cleansing me more deeply and completely afterwards."

Seven already preferred me to stick my tongue as far up her shit-chute as possible so she could crap down my tongue. I could only imagine how that would feel now that my tongue would be nearly three times as long and ten times as sensitive! The thought made my pussy instantly wet and my knees shake.

Amanda then bought the final, odd-looking instrument over – it was long and tubular, roughly three inches in diameter and 12 inches long. Its 4-inch tip was bent off at about a 30 degree angle from the base of it and was covered with many small shiny semi-transparent black bumps. U'Lanai assisted Amanda by holding my mouth open as the black woman slid the instrument into my mouth and down my throat! My gag reflex instinctively kicked in and I began to buck and struggle uncontrollably. I couldn't breathe - she was choking me!

Seven held me down with a hand on my shoulder and explained this final step, "Do not be afraid. The discomfort should be temporary."

With wide, panicked eyes, I looked into Seven's own, icy blue eyes and found comfort in them. Her gaze gave me strength and calmed me. Before long, as Seven had predicted, the discomfort abated. The urge to gag had passed and... I didn't feel the need to breathe! Even the device in my throat seemed... smaller... the internal pressure having eased.

"We have widened your esophagus, increased the volume and lubricity of your throat mucus, eliminated your gag reflex and increased your lung capacity and efficiency such that you should be able to hold your breath for upwards of twenty minutes," Seven matter-of-factly listed the last of my modifications as Amanda removed the final device from my mouth, trailing my own spittle and mucus across my face and neck.

I heard a guttural series of grunts as Janeway exploded in Kes' well-fucked mouth. Looking over, I saw that Bashra, too, had already climaxed, her juices soiling her seat and the floor before her.

Amanda and U'Lanai undid my restraints and helped me to a sitting position on the medical bed.

"How do you feel?" Seven asked – though with more of a clinical interest than empathy or concern.

".... Fine..." I admitted. I actually felt no difference, despite the depth and breadth of the alterations to my physiology. However, I could already notice one difference. The room *reeked* of shit! Though there was none to be seen – I realized I was smelling the shit that was still inside... not just Seven, but everyone in the room! I distinctly could smell 6 different flavors of feces... no, more... 8? 12?! But there were only 6 people besides me in the room...

Just then, the doors to the room swished open and the other 6 of my usual tormentors strode in and from their depraved expressions, bloated guts and the stench coming from their asses, I knew they weren't here to sing me "Happy Birthday"...

"Very good," Seven declared, "let us test our results."

With that, she grabbed me, shoved me to the ground and planted her anus directly on my lips, sealing my flesh to hers with her nanites and proceeded to expel her massive load into my open mouth! I obediently extended my tongue deep into the recesses of her bowels, impressing even myself at how far I could reach inside of her! I heard her moan at the sensation which only served to encourage me even more.

The taste and smell of her crap on my newly enhanced nostrils and tongue was incredibly intoxicating, nearly so overwhelming as to make me pass out. But I held on to consciousness and marveled at the sensation of her foot-long, 4-inch thick, hard turd sliding straight down my throat and into the first of my stomachs... without me having to chew! Seven was right, it would have taken me at least 10-15 minutes to eat something so large from her bountiful butt before, but now she could simply shit it straight down my throat unhindered, at full force and speed. Even more than ever, I was now a living toilet. Not just one by circumstance, but now a living creature designed *explicitly* for the task! Nowhere in the galaxy did there exist a being more perfectly configured to the task of consuming and digesting shit than I...

As Seven's next turd, even larger than the first, started its inexorable voyage down my tongue, through my gullet and into my expanding gut, she bestowed upon me one last bit of information....

"All of these modifications were necessary, toilet," she justified, "If I am to quadruple my fecal output and you are to expand your duties – to serve as the ship's first communal toilet for these nine crewmembers."

My belly grumbled – not from fullness (I felt like I could hold much more, actually), but from the anticipation of seeing Bashra, Amanda, U'Lanai, the Delaney Twins and the rest of my their hated entourage lined up behind Seven. Even Janeway had joined the queue to celebrate the occasion! Torres and Dol filled out the waiting line of women, too!

I gave into my fate willingly, accepting that this is what I was made for – literally, now. And as each woman stepped up and took their turn on my toilet-mouth, I fingered myself and came over and over with each new load, each new feeling of heaviness and fullness as their crap slid into my waiting, expanding belly. Impressively, I had ingested the full loads of all 13 women (a baker's dozen!) in the room in record time- only 47 minutes!

Of course, it took my body the next 24-36 hours to actually digest those fully 22-plus pounds of all shapes, sizes and consistencies of logs of crap. And by then, I had already been used ten more times. As Seven had predicted, from that day forward, I never spent another moment of my existence without some feces inside of me, either swallowing it or slowly digesting it. I was then and forever, completely, thoroughly, the ultimate living toilet.

. . . . .

The next day as I waddled through the corridor on my way to report to duty I drew no end of stares because of my bulging belly, sticking exposed out of my now ill-fitting uniform top. I couldn't hide it and, for the time being at least, I was stuck with this souvenir of my initiation into my new life of being the perfect shit-eater.

On my way to Seven, The Doctor and Neelix happened across my path. They were engaged in some conversation or other and I tried to turn away and hide, but too late. The Doctor saw me, looked me over suspiciously started towards me. He and Neelix exchanged a quizzical glance as they approached.

"Miss D'Aucourt!" he exclaimed – the name sounded so foreign to me. There was nobody here by that name – she had ceased to exist long ago.

"Doctor," I moaned.

"Why didn't you tell me?" the Doctor admonished me, indicating my fully distended belly, sticking out under my uniform top, "you know I could help you, that's what I'm here for!"

"W-what?" Had he finally figured out what I'd been doing all this time?!

"I suppose congratulations are in order!" he blurted and Neelix broke into a broad, goofy grin, "you must be into your third trimester by now!"

"Uh-" my belly was so stretched out from my epic feeding that he thought I was pregnant!

"We must get you down to Sickbay for an exam right away, young lady!" the Doctor said as he took my by the arm. Neelix took my other arm in a gesture of aid, as if to help me walk since I was carrying so much extra weight!

"Really, Doctor, I – " I tried to protest.

"No, no – no excuses, crewman!" the Doctor interrupted, "we need to do a scan and see inside there," he tapped my belly, producing nauseating gurgles of crap-fermenting digestive sounds, "don't worry, it won't hurt the baby one bit-"

I yanked myself free from their grasps and exclaimed in embarrassment, "I'M NOT PREGNANT!!!"

The two stood stupefied, incredulous.

"I've just been... overeating..." I told them, rather truthfully (if not the whole truth).

The Doctor's surprised expression turned to one of disapproval, "well, young lady, binging is not healthy for you! I know I told you to eat more last time, but not... not like *this*!" he emphasized, rudely gesturing toward my belly, which I shamefully (but ineffectively) covered up with my hands.

"You need to think more about what it is you're putting into your body!" The Doctor went on with his lecture, "You can't just eat garage all the time! You know what they say: you *are* what you eat!"

Neelix, for his part, simply stood there as shook his head condemningly.

"And YOU!" The Doctor jabbed a finger at Neelix, "you tell Miss D'Aucourt, here that she is *cut off*!"

And with that, the doctor shot me one last reproachful glare and huffed off.

Neelix looked a bit chastised and I slipped away before he could realize that I hadn't actually stepped foot in the Mess Hall in nearly a year!