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 --- 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. --- 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.