Kristin and the Golden Toilet By Mia Sharona (FF Ff scat consentual) Authors note: This story contains adults only material, about scat, scat play and children involved in scat play. If you are not into scat, this story isn't one you will like. If you are into scat, its one I hope you will enjoy. After finishing the third shift in a row at Boston General Kristen was exhausted. Her floor had been bedlam and chaos had dominated her for 12 of the last 24 hours. She had managed only a short cat nap in the break room but a stat call had interrupted even that. She was barely able to keep her eyes open as she shuffled listlessly to the parking garage. She was ready to quit this job. She had gone through this one too many times. Approaching her Toyota Corolla she clicked the security tag on her keys and was about to open the car door when everything went black. * * * Kristen opened her eyes. She found herself laid out on a large comfortable bed in a luxurious looking room. She was neither bound nor restrained but thoroughly confused as to where she was. Her shoes and stockings lay across a gilded cushion chair next to the bed along with her nurse cap and purse. Rising slowly she looked around. "I must have passed out." was her first thought. That made no sense. If that had happened she would be in the Hospital, not in this strange room. "Maybe I have been kidnapped!" was her second thought and she quickly darted to her feet, stepping silently and cautiously across the room to the door. Opening it a crack she peered out expecting to see some evil man on the other side waiting to rape her. Instead there was an equally luxurious hallway filled with works of art and fine furnishings. No one was in sight. Walking on cat feet she carefully made her way up the hallway, holding her breath. A noise came from the room up ahead, the sound of a small bell tinkling, as though a lamb were grazing in an open meadow. Kristen's heart fluttered and she could hear it pounding in her ears. Creeping up to the door where the sound came she opened it. Even before she saw inside she smelled the distinct odor she knew too well. It was the odor of a full bedpan. As the door swung open Kristen found herself face to face with a Middle aged woman who was beneath the covers of a gigantic mahogany bed. The woman was grey haired and looked to be in her late 40s, fairly thin but not sickly. She had grey eyes and pale skin. She had not seen sunlight on the alabaster skin for some time. She wore a light green nightgown and held in her and a tiny silver bell. "Well, I see you are finally awake." The strange woman said. "Feel rested? You've been asleep for 36 hours. I know the sedative wasn't that strong. You must have been totally exhausted." "You brought me here?" Kristen was perplexed. "Why? Who are you?" "You needn't be afraid child." Said the woman. "If you have been inconvenienced in any way you will be compensated. How does $25.000 sound for a days sleeping? Surely that will make things right." "Let me get this straight." Kristen continued. "I have been sedated and brought here, essentially kidnapped, and now you want to pay me $25,000? This is ...a bit unusual." "I had my agent Martha to fetch you. Rather than argue the point of you coming she used expediency. It was her own initiative. She is being punished. I can only offer to compensate you if you are planning to leave." The Grey Haired lady seemed remarkably calm and cold. "Why am I here?' Kristen demanded a little more forcefully. "I wish to hire you as my private nurse. You see, I have hired a detective to find me the perfect candidate and you are whom he selected." The woman opened a drawer by her bed stand taking out a dossier which she opened, spilling its contents on the bed before Kristen. Kristen's heart leapt. In it were photos taken of her without her knowledge. They showed her naked on the floor, her friend Mistress Lisa squatting over her face. Her mouth was open and shot after shot showed her as she took in and swallowed the shit from Lisa's ass. Kristen was a secret toilet slave and now the secret had been discovered. "I..don't know what to say." Kristen said blushing and putting her hands over her face. "You want to hire me?" "As a nurse first of all." Said the woman. "You see I suffer from Weak Bowel Syndrome, I am sure you know of it. I cannot hold my bile for more than 30 minutes and suffer from constant bouts of diarrhea. I need a special nurse to be my constant companion to deal with it." "You don't need me." Kristen said. "Any private nurse could handle the job." "No there is more." Said the woman smiling faintly. "I also, like you have a scat fetish. I enjoy feeding other women my shit. I am quite wealthy and hire a constant stream of women to serve my needs. I need you to administer proper antibiotics and stand by as I perfume my little games in case of choking accidents. I had a near fatality last week with one of the girls that was difficult to explain. She found herself coking to death on my shit." Kristen began to see the light. "And me being a toilet girl and a nurse...it begins to all make sense now." Kristen tapped her chin as she thought. "What if I refuse?" "Take the $25,000 the photos and you are free to go. But stay and you will make a 7 figure annual income." Said the woman taking out her check book she wrote a check for 25,000 and signed it. She wrote a second for One million dollars but left off her signature. She handed both of them to Kristen. Kristen gasped at the sight of the checks. "These are real? That's all I have to do for the money?" "Not all." Said the woman rising from her bed she threw back the blankets. From the waist down she was naked. "I need to shit. Will you please lie on the floor? I wish to use your mouth. My serving girl seems to have missed hearing the bell." "This is all a bit of a shock." Kristin said looking at the half nude woman. Her pussy was bushy and untrimmed. It was nothing she didn't see every day, only this wasn't the normal relationship she had with patients. "My clothes, well this is all I have to wear home." "I will have a tailor bring you a new outfit. Please I have to hurry before I soil the bed and carpet ." Pulling out from under the bed was a special large bed pan with a place that fit a human head built into the front. It was perfectly clean and unused. "Lie here. I can't hold it long." Her face contorted in distress. Kristin decided there was no harm in it and besides she did enjoy being used as a toilet by dominant women. She shrugged her shoulders and lay down putting her head in the bed pan. Opening her mouth and she stuck out her tongue. "Ok how is this?" "A perfect target." The woman quickly squatted over Kristin's face. "Hope you don't mind it too runny." Before Kristin could answer a brown squirt of half liquid bile filled her mouth to over flowing. The taste was intense. Mistress Lisa usually had much firmer stool and the taste and smell not nearly so pungent. Kristin resisted the impulse to gag, instead forcing a swallow. "Oh my..." she managed to utter as a shit bubble formed over her now filthy mouth. Another splatter and another quickly followed as the anus of the strange woman extended in a never ending series of smaller and smaller expulsions. Shit ran down among the hairs of the woman's pussy which dripped globules of lube. The woman was indeed aroused. " That feels so good!" she managed to sigh. Kristin began to lick the woman's asshole without being asked to. She was like a cat cleaning her kitten, she put all her love into her work. Soon there was no trace of the shit clinging to the ass hairs and pussy. Her ass crack was as clean as if she had spent the day in a spa. The woman staggered to her feet. Kristen's uniform was soiled to her pocket, and her hair was matted with shit. Her face was streaked and globs ran down into her ears. She looked up smiling with angelic contentment. The woman helped her up from the bedpan which had caught what Kristin missed. "I will make it 2 million a year, that's my final offer." "You could have had me for room and board." Kristin grinned. Chapter 2 The next week was a whirl wind of new experiences. Kristin learned that on top of a scat fetish Mia, her new mistress also enjoyed prepubescent girls. Since Mia was forced to shit some ten to twelve times a day there was a constant stream of women and children coming and going to the mansion from dawn till late at night. There was also lavish dining going on. Part of Mistress Mia's disorder was an inability to digest food. She thus ate voraciously and often. The food passed through her system usually within an hour so there was a constant back and forth from table to bedroom with her next scat whore ready to receive the diuretic expulsions. Since she digested poorly she did not put on weight. She was the perfect shitting machine. Kristin was her night server. She slept in Mistress Mia's bed and regularly throughout the night would rise and go to the floor lying in the bed pan. Mistress Mia would ring a bell afterward and two lady servants would carry the bed pan away replacing it with a clean one. Kristin would step into a shower for a few minutes in the master bath and be back in bed for another hour or so. The routine sounds vigorous, but was much less intense than working at Boston General. Usually by 4 am Mia's system was empty and they could sleep in till around 8 am. The alarm rang with a gentle tone of cascading wind chimes and Kristin opened her eyes. Mia lay beside her still asleep. She was coming to love her employer almost as much as she loved her new job. Though the woman was at times cold and distant, she never was cruel and always behaved fairly. "Ms Mia," came a voice over the intercom. "Your 9 am appointment is here, shall I server her breakfast?" "Yes Maria." Mia yawned. "I will be down in a few minutes to join her. Let me get a shower first." Rising Kristin and Mia stripped naked, stepping into the large green marble bathroom. The shower was unlike any Kristin had ever seen before coming here. One need only step into an enormous basin and water cascaded down over rocks creating a waterfall of mist and droplets. Plants and ferns grew from the crags between those rocks and the air was filled with recorded bird sound. The women washed each others bodies with giant natural sponges and sensual oil filled soaps. Stepping from the shower the water stopped instantly and was replaced by a warm wind like a summer day that quickly blew them dry. The bath was like stepping into the hands of nature. A uniform lay out on the bed already with clean linens. Kristin wore the same style nurse outfit each day, because it especially was comforting to the children that came to have a kindly young nurse help them with their task. It also gave an official stamp of legitimacy to the scat sessions, knowing a trained nurse was there to keep things safe. Mia would step into her walk in wardrobe closet and select a gown, usually something expensive and stylish. Being older she dressed conservatively. One if they met her on the street would take her for someone's Upper middle class Mom. After they dressed and combed their hair the two walked down the hallway to a double wide stairwell akin to the one from Gone With the Wind, out across the main room to the adjoining dining room. The all girl wait staff stood ready in uniform by the dining table which if filled sat about 40 people. There were three place settings and a girl of about 9 sat at one eating a bowl of cereal along with several plates of breakfast dishes she had left untouched. "Hello Jenny." Mia greeted the little girl. "How is your breakfast?" "Its fine Ms. Sharona." She said sweetly. "I only wanted the cocoa crisp thank you." "Very good." Mia said, kissing the child's cheek. "That leaves more room for later." Mia and Kristin sat at the table across from Jenny and servants quickly brought them trays of food. Mia ate a huge meal as usual. She had porridge, two English muffins, three eggs, two bacons, a steak, hash browns, coffee and a bowl of fruit. It was a meal a good sized man would have found filling. Kristin had a coffee with sweet n low and an omelet with green pepper, mushrooms and Bavarian cheddar cheese. "How is your Mother? Mia asked Jenny making polite conversation. "Much better thank you." Answered Jenny. "Since I started this job and you paid for her operation things are much better. She will able to work soon and I can quit working, thanks to you." "My agents found Jenny in a child prostitution ring being used by a dozen men a day." Mia told Kristin. "Her Mom had a brain tumor and little chance to live. I paid for the operation and financed her so I am her only client." "This is much better work than before." Said Jenny gratefully. "And now I and Mom can be together.. "There is enough in the bank to keep us for several years till Mom is back to full ability." Kristin marveled at how the strange boss of hers managed to mix filth and philanthropy with seamless ease. "So you don't mind having scat with Ms Mia?" she asked. "At first it was hard." Jenny recalled. "I come once or twice a week. But Ms Sharona is patient and never scolding and let me take it at my own pace. Now I can swallow like the big girls do." She beamed proudly. "Yes child." Ms Mia smiled back. "I will miss you when you go, but if you ever need your old job back it is always waiting for you." Mia began to look pale. Suddenly she released a loud fart. "I think its time Jenny. Best go upstairs now." To be continued.... Jenny stood quickly and trotted up the stairwell knowing the way from past visits. Mia and Kristin rose with less speed. Mia seemed to hold her stomach and placed another hand to her read trying to hold it in. "Help me Kristin or I'll never make it." Kristin took Mia by the arm pits leaning the woman against her body. She quickly raised Mia's gown and thrust her hand into the woman's panties. With her thumb Kristin pushed up into Mia's asshole, feeling the churning flood trying to move the other direction. "I have you Mia, just lean on me and we will walk up the stairs together." Mia looked pail and in painful distress. "oh...oh." She moaned softly. By the time they made it to Mia's room Jenny was already laying on the floor with her head in the bedpan. She looked up her crystal blue eyes and blond curls seemed to give no clue this was a veteran of many shit eating sessions. Her soft pink cheeks turned in a dimple as she gave a faint smile. "I am ready Ms Sharona." All the girls were instructed to wear white when they came for duty. Jenny as well wore a white dress that seemed more appropriate for church than sex. Opening her mouth and closing her eyes she waited. Kristin quickly stripped Mia of her panties and lifted the skirt above her head. By now Mia was frantic and tears flowed from her cheeks. Quickly she squatted over Jenny's face and a torrent of shit flew from her ass like the breaking of a dam before a mighty mud laden river. It buried the child in a mere second beneath a thick rising pile of half firm waste. Mia groaned and pushed. Beneath it Jenny moved her jaw trying to eat, but could in no way keep up. As Mia let the last straining dribbles of shit drop, exhausted she sat down mashing the mess into the child's face with the round and crack of her ass. Jenny seemed to move back and forth beneath, perhaps searching for air. Her once blonde hair was now coated brown, her dress splattered and ruined. Kristin bent forward making sure the child was all right. "Jenny?" Kristin asked sweetly. "How are we doing?" "I am fine Ms Nurse." She said through thick caked mouth and tongue. "Its more than usual, but I learned how to get my air. Shall I lick you clean Ms Sharona?" "No child." Mia smiled as she rose up stickily. "You get a shower. I will let Kristin finish me up. And by the way, you'll find a little extra in your pay check for that one." Jenny sat up a rolling mound sliding down into her lap. "Thank you." Carefully she lifted the shit and placed it where her head lay moments ago, rose from the floor and gave a little curtsy. Kristin had to smile at the absurdity of the scene. Such good manners for a shit eating prostitute. Such elegance from a woman most people would be shocked and horrified at. And she herself...she was about to do her favorite thing, to spend a long luxurious time licking stick diarrhea from a hairy woman's naked ass. Life didn't get any better than this. To be continued Kristin saw to it that Jenny got into clean clothes and made it back to the front door where the chauffeur awaited her to take her home. Kristin walked through the Mansion with its many works of fine sculpture, tapestry and paintings to the back of the complex where the kitchen was. Peaking in the doorway she saw Laura the Chef preparing the next meal due for consumption about 11 am. Kristin immediately noticed that Laura was dressed in a traditional white chefs hat, apron and smock but wasn't wearing any pants. Her bare buttocks stood out below the apron tie rather fat and round. Kristin couldn't help but also notice the plump woman had the frond of a carrot protruding from her asshole. She no doubt had one of the veggies up her rectum. "Hey Maria" Laura called to the chambermaid. I think your breakfast has cooked long enough now." Maria the Hispanic downstairs maid dressed in black with a white apron came in from the cupboard where she had been returning plates to the shelves after washing. "How long has it been in?" she asked the chef. "About two hours." Laura replied. "Just the way you like it." Maria stooped behind the older plump woman and began to slowly pull the carrot from her ass. It emerged with a sucking sound and a gently muffled pop. Kristin could see it was quite brown having been shoved into an ass filled to the sphincter with shit. Maria started to put it in her mouth when the Chef grabbed her wrist. "Not so fast, first you pay me for it." Maria reluctantly placed the carrot on the stainless steel prep table and proceeded to bury her face in Laura's ass. Without even stopping the dicing she was doing Laura whistled and hummed as she began to shit into Maria's face as it was pressed close into her crack. The shit oozed out above and below the maid's face and Maria's cheeks bulged as if filled to capacity. Maria began to chew as more shit dribbles slid down her neck onto her clean uniform. Soon she swallowed several such mouthfuls and the Chef seemed satisfied. "Ok now you may have your carrot like a good bunny." Maria jumped up her face brown and sticky and greedily ate of the shit covered tuber. "tomorrow,..." she said while chewing "Can I have a zucchini? And for dinner tonight I would love some bratwurst." Laura looked at the shit covered girl smiling. "I was planning to eat Mexican tonight. Perhaps I will fill my ass with peppers and let you eat shit dipped jalapeños." "Oh I love that!" Maria clapped with glee. "Can I bob for apples in the toilet for dessert?" "Oh all right." Grinned Laura. "I'll be sure to tell all the staff not to flush today. But after that you rim me for a good two hours this time." The two hugged and kissed. Laura now looked like Lucy after her job at the chocolate factory. To be continued.... The chime resounded throughout the lower house Kristin had come to know over the last several days. It trumpeted the arrival of another appointment, the eleven o'clock woman or child whom would next act as Ms Sharona's toilet. The Foyer Maid opened the door as Kristin came through the main room to greet the new guest. Standing on the front porch was a woman about 45 dressed in tall plastic boots, a skin tight mini skirt that covered far too little of her cellulose thighs, and a leopard spotted halter top that strained against two giant silicone breasts. Her head bore a cheap blonde wig and giant goggle-sized designer sun glasses. She was the stereotype of a well past expiration date hooker. Beside her stood a thin girl of about 10, chalky white skin and jet black hair. She looked as timid and withdrawn as the older woman looked loud and unabashed. Giving the child a push in the door the older woman announced in a heavy New Jersey accent "So dis is the place Carrie. You are gonna do what evah dese nice ladies tell you. I am tired of bringin' home the bacon so its time I put you to work for your keep." Kristin immediately saw the dynamic. An aging whore who no longer turned tricks putting her daughter to work to avoid doing real work herself, Kristin wondered if this situation might not be against the child's will. Till now, she had met no one young or old who came here of other than their own choice. "I'll be back in a couple uh hours to get the brat." Said the mother lighting a cigarette and turning to leave. "If she gives you any lip just back-hand her." She stepped into an ageing BMW with several evident dings and dents and drove away in a cloud of oil-drenched exhaust. Kristin, sensing the young girl's apprehension put out her hand to shake it. "Hi, I'm Kristin, I work here. I am very pleased to meet you, Carrie is it?" The child looked up through doe-like teary eyes nodding affirmative. "Don't worry Carrie, no one here will hurt you or make you do anything you don't want to do." Kristin reassured her. "We would like you to do work for us, but if you don't want it, its ok." "My mommy will hit me if I don't...don't..." she lowered her head blushing unable to finish her thought. "You let me deal with your Mom. All she really cares about is money and she will get that. Don't worry." Kristin continued. "But we want to work with you. What do you want more than anything else? What can we do that makes your work here worth while?" The child looked at her feet silently and thought. "I don't know." She said softly. Kristin took her hand leading her into the mansion sitting her down in the den where a large screen tv fort kids had been set up. There were all manner of video games ready for their amusement. "Carrie, you play here for a while and I will go talk to the boss. Lets see if we can't make your stay here more pleasant. OK?" Carrie nodded sitting on the couch taking the wii controller and playing at a game she was fond of. Kristin went upstairs to where Mia Sharona was preparing for her next meal by fixing her make up and putting on clean clothes. "Ms. Sharona, your 11 o'clock is here and I want to talk with you about her." "Yes Kristin, what the problem?" Mia said putting on her lipstick staring in the mirror. "She is being forced by her Mom to do this and is very frightened." Kristin continued. "I know how you feel about force, so what shall we do?" "This comes up from time to time." Mia answered pursing her lips. "I understand that sometimes children especially, slip through our screening process unprepared to work. I will take one of the wait staff in her place. Can I ask a favor of you Kristin?" "Surely Kristin answered. "What is it?" "I want you to train her. Be as gentle as you want, take your time and see if you can't teach her to be a toilet. Offer her what she wants up to 10k a session in value, and do whatever it is to make her accept the job. If she can't then we pay for a session and send her home." Mia was most business like. "You seem to have a way with children, consider it part of your responsibilities to train those who are reticent." Kristin nodded and returned to the recreation room where Carrie played the wii. "Carrie," Kristin asked the child who stared at the screen. "Do you know why you are here?" "Mommy says a lady is going to give us lots of money." She answered. "And do you know why?" Kristin asked carefully. "Mommy says the woman likes to go poo in little girl's mouths." Carrie's voice sounded frightened. "I don't want it. Is someone going to poo in my mouth?" Kristin hugged the child closely. "Carrie honey, if you decide to say no, you don't have to, simple as that." "Really?" Carrie sounded very relieved. "I think it is dirty. Poo stinks. Mommy tried to make me last night and I got sick." Kristin made a few phone calls and within two hours several limousines pulled up to the front of the mansion. From them came several of the younger girls who regularly worked for Ms Mia, including Jenny the child there earlier in the day. Other girls included Anne, aged 12 who had curly red hair and freckles, wore a baseball cap backwards along with jeans and a New York Yankees t-shirt. There was Susan, a seven year old girl with jet black hair, and a very dainty manner. She wore her normal white skirt that they all wore when on duty. Following them was Rory, a brown haired girl with amazing green eyes that seemed to pierce you. She was the oldest at 14. She wore tight shorts and a halter top along with Converse sneakers bright pink. Along with Carrie they all gathered together in the ball room where Kristin had ordered a teas set and party decorations be set up in festive child appealing colors. "Carrie, today is your coming out party." Kristin beamed with a friendly smile. These other girls are going to be your sisters." Each in turn gave Carrie a hug and a warm kiss of welcome. "Gee, I....always wanted sisters." Carrie began to weep tears of joy. She ran over and hugged Kristin. "Thank you. How did you know that's what I wanted?" "You aren't the only one with a Mom that is kind of mean." Kristin smiled back. "Yeah." Chimed in Anne the red head, "we all got Moms what slapped us around, except for Jenny. Her Mom is too sick." They all sat at the table and had cake, cookies and tea and became better acquainted. "Now we are going to play a game called Tongue in Cheek." Kristin said. The rules are simple. I ask a question. If you know the answer you win a prize. If you don't know the answer you have to kiss the little girl next to you on the bottom. Ok?" "Oh I love that game!" Susan bounced up and down. "Lets all take off our panties now. I want to be ready." Before Carrie could say a word all five other girls were pealing off their pants and removing their underwears. Carrie found herself looking around a bit confused. "Don't you want to play too?" asked Rory. "Its lots of fun and you get cool stuff like video games and trips to Amusement parks...it's really cool!" "Go ahead." Kristin encouraged. "Give me your panties. Don't be ashamed. We all have our off." Somewhat reluctantly Carrie rose to her feet. "Well, ok, I suppose." She said quickly dropping her panties to the floor and stepping out of them. "I feel kind of weird." The circle of girls all clapped and giggled as the game began. Kristin rose before the group naked from the waste down having removed the skirt of her nurses uniform and pantyhose. She asked the first question of Susan, the small seven year old with the mousy disposition. "Susan, what is the color of the sky?" Kristin smiled sweetly. "Green!" Susan giggled being silly in her response. "Oh I am afraid that is wrong Susan. It is blue. You must now kiss Anne on her bottom." All the girls giggled and slapped each other's shoulders. "Where on her bottom should I kiss it?' Susan asked in mock naiveté. "On the lips of her wink." All the girls said in unison. "And what shall I use?" Susan continued the ritual response. "Your tongue your tongue!" They responded back in chorus. Anne stood and turned around holding open her ass cheeks and bending over her chair. Susan stood behind her smiling and bending forward, inserting her extended tongue up the young girl's winking anus. All the others clapped hooted and made cheering encouragement. Anne then sat down and Susan blushed giving a curtsy to the group with a wicked child like smile. She then sat down and Kristen turned to Anne. "Anne, If I have two apples and I eat one apple, how many do I have left?" Kristin asked. Anne laughed and giggled, putting her hand over her grin. "Three apple." She said wrongly on purpose. Again all the girls laughed, this time standing on their chairs shaking their naked bottoms toward Anne's direction spreading their cheeks obscenely. Carrie remained seated in her chair watching the merriment, not sure how to react. Kristin turned to her and whispered in her ear.."just do whatever the other girls do..its part of the game!" Timidly she nodded. Standing and stepping onto her own chair and spreading her ass for the group copying the others who continued in their mooning. "I am sorry Anne but that is not correct." Said Kristin. "You will have to kiss the bottom of Rory." "Hell ya!" Rory still standing on her chair taunted Anne with her ass close to the girls face. "And no shallow kisses, I want it deep!" "And where shall I kiss it?" Anne recited the response. "On the lips of her wink!" all chanted together. This time Carrie joined in on the chant. Anne grabbed Rory's ass cheeks and thrust her tongue as far it would go up the other girl's asshole." "Oh suck it!" Rory moaned. "Suck my dirty asshole you cunt." And all the girls again giggled taking their seats again to watch the two girls locked in perverted anal oral pleasure. To be continued...