Author: BabySamantha
Title: Parasite of Filth
Summary: A mysterious, mind-controlling parasite introduces two
women to the joys of piss and shit.
Keywords: FF, scat, ws, mc, dom, tentacles

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It was late afternoon when the sky blue liquid parasite slithered
its way into the ladies' room at Whiteview Park. It had no idea
where it came from or why it was doing what it was doing. It had
only one thing on its mind: to find a permanent host to dispel
its intense... urges. This public lavatory was the perfect
location.

After slipping underneath the door, the puddle-shaped creature
was disappointed to find the facilities devoid of occupants.
Undeterred, it quickly made its way into the toilet of the first
stall. Mixing almost perfectly with the water inside, it decided
to wait; a suitable target was bound to come eventually.

Sherry Gesteu was in a panic as she desperately ran for the
nearest bathroom. The well-endowed college student saw such
bodily functions as inconvenient and put them off for as long as
she possibly could. This time, however, the long-raven-haired
beauty had waited far too long. She had come to Whiteview Park
for a walk and a picnic with her friends, a common ritual for
them, and had tried to wait until she got home despite having not
pooped for a good week. Now the monster load, she normally had
large dumps even considering her bathroom habits, was demanding
release and would not take "no" for an answer.

She crashed through the door to the lonely, seldom-used restroom
at the edge of the park, the one she happened to be closest to
and made a beeline for the first empty stall. She slammed the
door behind her, locked it, and, in one ultra-swift motion,
pulled down her bright pink sweatpants and sat her perfectly
plump behind on the toilet seat when something unexpected
happened.

Watery tendrils burst out of the bowl like lightning, burying
themselves inside Sherry's ass, pussy, and mouth. Her screams
muffled, the very startled caucasian woman flailed her arms and
legs at her assailant only to have them pinned down by more
emerging tentacles. To her horror, the tentacle in her virgin
pussy began to rhythmically pump in and out. In and out. In and
out.

Sherry was a firm believer in abstinence and had never really
seriously considered having sex before, but now here she was
being violated by some strange creature in a bathroom stall. She
wanted to cry, but, at the same time, she had never felt anything
like this before. The creature's tendril was using its liquid
shape to conform perfectly to her inner walls and was easily
twelve-inches inside at least. Before long, her juices had
started to flow and the beast increased it speed and began to
pump her ass while keeping her excretions from making an exit.
This feeling was bizarre at first, but it soon became an
unexpected, but welcome, source of pleasure.

"When did I become such a slut?" Sherry pondered in her sex-dazed
mind.

Pretty soon, Sherry reached her first climax. As she exploded
into a world of pure bliss, the tentacle in her mouth finally
began to move. It entered her, going deeper and deeper drawing
more and more of itself inside. The soon-to-be host did not even
notice--or maybe did not care--as the bindings on her arms and
legs were released and followed into her throat. Sherry could
feel a vague tingling in her brain now. It grew increasingly
stronger, but her mind was drawing a blank now. She did not even
realize that the tentacles left in her ass and pussy had stopped
moving. In fact, the one in her cunt had already retreated into
her body. A couple of minutes later, the final tentacle fully
entered her body. The creature was wholly inside her brain now.

Her brain reactivated as if by the flip of a switch, but not
everything was the same.

"Wait a minute! What the hell am I thinking?!" As fast as she
possibly could, Sherry stood up and pulled her pants back up in
just the nick of time.

As soon as she had let go of her waistband, her rather massive
load began to move... right into the seat of her pants! The new
Sherry moaned as the wonderfully thick and solid brown mass
touched the fabric of her white, full-cut cotton panties. She
squatted, grunted, and pushed with all her might, not that she
needed to, filling her pants to the brim. Log after log of
chocolate brown fudge entered her pants filling every crack and
crevice. Sherry was in heaven.

After several minutes of unloading into her pants, stopping every
so-often to rearrange, the newly-made host was finished. The
smell was the most beautiful scent to ever reach her nostrils and
when she licked her fingers clean she immediately had a new
favorite food. She even reached into the back of her pants a
couple of times for another taste!

She would have thought it odd that her pants could hold
everything in, the load would have probably clogged the toilet
she almost used, had she not been so distracted by the ecstasy
she was feeling down below, especially where the poo had come
into contact with her engorged cunt. Unbeknownst to her, her new
master had excreted some of itself from her pores in her legs and
had formed a gel-like diaper-of-sorts, holding waste where her
panties could not.

Then, a realization hit her, she had to pee too! She almost began
to go when she had a beautifully sexy idea. She unlocked the
stall and walked into the open are in front of the sinks while
removing her bra and t-shirt, throwing them to the ground at her
feet. She started towards the door when it suddenly began to
open!

"This could not be more perfect," the parasite thought for her.

As if on cue, Sherry broke the dam. Golden yellow piss began to
loudly flood her soiled panties. The onlooker, whom Sherry
recognized as the very tomboyish Bridget Grossberg from gym
class, gasped and merely stood there in shock. Sherry continued
her show, slowly gyrating her hips as the pee cascaded down her
legs in darkened streaks. Her socks and tennis shoes, which she
was still wearing, quickly became soggy and a gleaming puddle
soon appeared on the previously clean tile drenching her
discarded clothing. All the while, Sherry wore a positively lewd
expression on her face, clearly enjoying her audience. Bridget
just continued to stare with her mouth agape. Finally, the
performer came hard and the river dried up.

Bridget was a fairly attractive girl who loved sports and
maintained average grades. She wore her dark brown hair in a
ponytail that reached to her shoulders and her B-cups were
perhaps not the envy of porn stars the world over, but she was
satisfied with them. As expected with such an athletic woman, she
was very thin and had hardly any body fat. Her butt was not as
instant-boner-inducing as Sherry's but still shapely enough to be
attractive. She was wearing tennis shoes, booty shorts, a t-shirt
with the logo of her favorite baseball team, and a plain red and
white baseball cap. She was about the same height as Sherry,
which made her taller than most women she knew, but not overly
so. She was also covered in sweat and the stench of a long
afternoon of playing or practicing or jogging. Sherry neither
knew nor cared as a voice started to speak in her head.

Her master began to feed her lines, "Did you enjoy the show?"
Sherry used the most seductive voice she had.

"That... that's disgusting!" exclaimed a horrified Bridget. "Oh
my God Sherry! That's just... just foul!"

Sherry moaned lewdly, "Oh no, this is the most wonderful thing
I've ever experienced. I think you'd love it too!"

"What? I would never do something like that! Not in a million
years! I think I'm going to puke!"

"Well then, let me help you." With inhuman speed, Sherry lunged
at Bridget and pressed her against the wall with inhuman
strength. "This won't hurt a bit. Promise."

Sherry began to forcefully kiss her former classmate, ignoring
her victim's attempts to stop her. In school Sherry was,
admittedly, bi-curious but had never actually been in a
relationship with another girl before. In fact, this was her fist
kiss with someone of the same gender. Now, in less than ten
minutes, she had become a full-on lesbian whore. What a world!
Sherry's thoughts were soon interrupted by a new feeling.
Something was making its way up her throat; a fat, but fairly
short tendril found its way into the other girls mouth and went
down her throat to begin the takeover process.

All of a sudden Sherry knew that one girl was not enough to
satisfy her owner, it needed more, as many as possible! She also
now knew that it could break off telepathically-controlled pieces
of itself in order to take in new hosts. Regenerating the missing
pieces, or even creating new ones, was a simple matter. Also,
once control has been established, it simply cannot be undone.
The parasite had literally replaced large portions of her brain
and removal would be fatal. Her master was a part of her forever
and the thought alone was nearly enough to drive Sherry to her
third orgasm.

By now, Bridget had been taken and had started to return her new
lover's kiss as their master began to create a new scenario.
Tongues intertwined and saliva was interchanged between two
mouths in an increasingly passionate manner. Sherry started
groping Bridget's ass lovingly as Bridget played with Sherry's
tits. As things began to heat up, a new order signaled that the
real fun was about to begin.

Bridget forcefully shoved Sherry to the ground where she landed
butt-first in the cooling puddle of piss. She was in paradise as
her poo squished deliciously under her and as her pants and hair
began to sop up more piss.

"Do you like that you filthy little bitch?" Bridget grinned
wickedly.

"Yes! I love it!" came the response.

Bridget slapped her hard, "You will refer to me as mistress until
I say otherwise!"

"Y... yes, m'am!"

Another slap. Bridget was already a natural dom, this was quite
easy for her.

"Yes mistress! I love to play in my own piss and shit," Sherry,
as it turned out, was quite submissive.

"That's very good, girl," Bridget was not a sadist, but that was
irrelevant. Her master calls the shots now, "Now, what are we
going to do about this little mess you made? Someone has to clean
it up! I think it should be you. Start lickin'!"

"Yes mistress, right away!"

Sherry got on her hands and knees and, without any hesitation or
restraint, began lapping up the golden liquid on the floor. She
savored every drop of the salty taste and her eager slurping did
not let up at all until she finished in record time.

Bridget giggled, "You are such a little piss-slut aren't you?
Tell me, are you still thirsty?"

Sherry excitedly nodded her head, "Yes mistress, I still want to
drink more piss!"

"Then why don't you drink from the source! I didn't come in here
for no reason, you know!" Bridget slowly pulled down her
hot-pants followed by her pink, flower-print panties, "Just a
little fetish of mine, I'll tell you more later."

"I love you mistress!" Sherry squealed with delight as she
crawled over to her pretend mistress's waiting snatch.

"Enjoy!"

With that Bridget unleashed a torrent of golden nectar which
Sherry greedily gulped down, being absolutely sure not to miss
even a single drop. It was wonderfully warm and not as salty as
her own, but delicious nonetheless. Sherry could not imagine a
greater joy than this: guzzling the most delectable beverage in
the world from the most wonderful, beautiful woman in the world
all while under the perfect control of the greatest master of all
time. Well maybe there was one...

The stream eventually died down, but Bridget ensured her lover
that she had saved the best for last. She had to poop too! Sherry
was ecstatic, giggling like a high school girl having just been
asked to prom by the love of her life.

Bridget gave a haughty chuckle, "You're nothing but a little
toilet slut, aren't you? Nothing gives you greater joy than to
suck down the wastes of other women you filthy, dirty little
whore!" That last part was not a question, it was a command and
not one from Bridget.

Sherry faked a desperate tone, "Yes mistress, I live to eat the
shit and drink the piss of pretty women all over the world! I'm
nothing but the filthiest toilet whore in the world and I love
it!"

"What a perfect slave! Alright, you've earned your treat, come
here bitch!" Bridget was almost as excited as Sherry was for
this.

Bridget turned around and stuck her rear towards Sherry who
buried her face between her lover's cheeks and positioned her
tongue to catch her prize.

Bridget gave a grunt and strained, pushing out the first fat,
greasy log into Sherry's waiting mouth. Sherry hungrily accepted
and chewed as more fudge was pumped into her mouth. Bridget did
not have to go as badly as Sherry did, but the movement was still
firm and solid. She pushed harder and harder, forcing Sherry to
chew and swallow faster and faster. Both girls' juices were
flowing rapidly and, just as the last log disappeared down
Sherry's hatch, both bodies were shaken by an impossibly powerful
orgasm the likes of which could not even be imagined without
their master. The two slaves were literally shaking with pure
bliss for who knows how long, totally convinced that this was the
greatest day of their lives.

When they finally recovered, it was almost dark outside.
Fortunately, (unfortunately?) no one had walked in on them, but
all three of them decided that they had had enough fun for the
day. Sherry picked up her cold, pee-soaked bra and t-shirt and
put them on as if it was completely normal. Then the two new
lovers, connected forever by their master, unashamedly exited the
restroom, Sherry's pants still full and wet, hand-in-hand,
dreaming of the orgasmic pleasures their master had surely
planned for them in future days.

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Author's Notes: This was my first story from a while back. It
could maybe use a few improvements here and there - I've actually
thought about going back and revising some more - but I don't
think it's bad for a first attempt.

I have thought about making this into a series, but I don't know
if I'll ever actually go through with it or not. We'll see.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did when I
wrote it.