Hello toilet fans~! This is a story featuring Sylviana from Sylviana’s Pole Dance Digestion, in which she uses one of Club Clover’s many toilet slaves~ Things get very messy~

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	Sylvania the skunk clutched her stomach as she sat on the porcelain toilet of Club Clover’s private bathroom, a toilet mounted to the wall, white and pristinely kept, unlike most of the club’s amenities. Cracks trailed over the plastic seat and even the porcelain itself, the skunk’s weight and the size of her massive load being just a bit too much to handle. Plops and plips filled the air as she emptied her guts into the water, a stream of goopy brown hitting the surface and turning the liquid a disgusting, murky brown. Her stomach made deep, audible noises of disgusting gurgling, her gut bulging, the pressure immense. 

	She reached behind her and grabbed the silver toilet handle, flushing it, knowing if she continued without giving it some relief it was destined to break, but the only response she got was a low, mechanical groan, followed by the water below her rising. She’d clogged it, nice and deep, the pipes jam-packed with her shit - she parted her thighs and looked in, greeted by a mound of waste piled high; no plunger was going to fix that. 

	She grabbed her phone, laying by the sink, and called management, requesting a solution to this problem - they were always ready for this sort of thing; it was nothing uncommon for Club Clover performer to need some assistance in clearing their belly of digested guests. Soon enough, a knock came to the door, and she opened it, not bothering to hide her fully naked body. 

	She hadn’t quite anticipated what she saw next.

	Standing outside the bathroom was a pink tigress, her fur extremely fuzzy, holding in her paws the end of a black leash, attached to a collar tied around her neck. A silver tag on said color read the words: “CC Toilet Slave #42” - there were quite a few of these poor servants here, for use both by guests and performers. She looked shy, a bashful blush on her face, her eyes aimed at the ground - she was completely undressed, though, in her other hand, she held a spool of rope. “H-hi,” she quietly murmured, shivering in slight fear, staring at the skunk’s huge thighs and slick slit. “U-um, I was told there was someone in need of a t-toilet here?” She gulped, looking up at Sylvania’s face with a timid smile.

	The skunk chuckled; what an adorable little toy, she thought, grabbing the leash right out of her hand. “Correct~ You’ve got your work cut out for you today, toilet - come in and kneel down.” The skunk slammed the door shut behind the tigress, making her jump in fear, releasing a little gasp of surprise. “I hope your belly is bigger than it looks~”

	She gulped again, trying to calm her nerves; she felt her heart beating, faster and faster, as the skunk examined her with the eyes of a surgeon. “M-m-my name i-is Cherry. I hope I can be of some s-service, m-master!”

	Sylvania placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not too worried about that; just kneel down for me, and open that maw nice and wide~ I promise it’ll taste and look just like chocolate, as long as you think about it hard enough~” 

	Cherry nodded, face red, her cheeks burning hot. Her tail wagged excitedly, her pussy was so wet that it dripped onto the tile floor. Almost every toilet slave at Club Clover was a willing one, and she was no exception; she’d signed up for this due to her passionate, kinky love for toilet play. It was perfect for her - it paid well, and she got to spend all day doing what she loved most: being a toilet. She dropped her knees to the ground, looking over to the toilet, eyes widening as she examined the breaking porcelain and plastic, and saw that gigantic load of waste filling it to the brink. Was that the kind of volume she was going to be experiencing today? It might be her biggest load yet! She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. 

	“Come over here.” Sylvania sat on the toilet backwards, her ass pointed at the toilet slave; she opened her eyes back up and quickly moved over, kneeling back down behind the skunk. She felt a little embarrassed at her misunderstanding of the user’s commands. “Alright, ready~?”

	“M-mhm!” She said, tail thwapping against the tile. Her teeth were sharp, like those of a predator, even though she’d been reduced down to the role of a toilet, made only to serve the true predators of this world, ones such as Sylvania.

	“Then here it comes~” Cherry quickly shoved her maw into the skunk’s cheeks; she didn’t expect them to be so dirty, with shit smearing against her fur as she nestled her mouth inside of them. She used her tongue to feel for the hole, tasting the bitter remains of previous loads, however, in the end, she had no need - the flowing of shit from that same hole quickly indicated its location.

	Before she could really brace herself, a hefty load of slick, dense shit was deposited into her mouth. It went straight in, not even seeing a bit of oxygen, the tigress’ seal on her master’s tail hole being airtight. She squinted her eyes hard as the log was shoved inside of her; she licked it with her tongue, hungrily sampling what would be today’s biggest meal; it was incredibly bitter and wet, like dark chocolate left out in the sun, but without any hint of sweetness in its flavor. She swallowed, sending it right down her throat, not chewing even a little, ignoring her gag reflex. She was one of the best toilet slaves Club Clover had to offer, due in no small part for her ability to, as they called it, “flush” - any amount of shit could be crammed into her maw, and no matter what, she could always gulp it down without chewing. Shivers ran down her spine as the piece of waste ran down her throat, her digestive system familiar with the abhorrent substance filling her system and not bothering to even try to extract any nutrients, rather just plopping it right into her stomach.

	And then came another; she had no chance to swallow this time, the log being far too long, a full foot of shit. It was pushed right into her throat, going down without her influence, just to make way for the next log, which was coming out at a rapid rate. And soon enough, before she knew it, chunk after chunk of steaming waste filled her gullet and sank down her throat, her stomach being packed with shit in only a matter of minutes. She tried to swallow, but it made little difference - the pressure of the release did all the work for her; the shit had no other place to go but down, so down it went. Sylvania pushed, nice and hard, smirking as she watched the tigress eat it up; Cherry had to hold the skunk’s cheeks with her paws, her fingers grasping the soft, fat ass tight, just making for a much cuter image. Sylvania wrapped her bushy tail around the tigress and pulled her even closer, making sure she was nice and deep, stopping her from making any attempt at escape. It became hard to breathe, the toilet slave’s nose inhaling nothing but gas and the disgusting scent of shit, her airways blocked by the stream of waste; she was fine, but she felt woozy and light-headed, even a little drowsy.

	After a full ten minutes, finally, she swallowed the small last log, removing her head and panting hard, still gripping Sylvania’s cheeks. “A-a-a…” she gulped, and tried again to get her words out. “A-all done, m-master. W-would you like to u-use my tail as your toilet paper, o-or my mouth?”

	Sylvania chuckled, turning around in her seat, licking her lips at the sight. Poor Cherry was clearly struggling with the weight of the load she’d just swallowed down; she huffed and panted, looking like she’d seen a ghost, her lips smeared with waste. Every breath was deep and heavy, her system still recovering from the onslaught.

	“I think your tail will do just fine~” The skunk grabbed the tigress’ fluffy tail and wiped it through her cheeks, turning the light-pink hue entirely a dark, slimy brown, the fur matted and soaked in shit. Even after pushing it against her cheeks until every bit of it was covered, Sylvania still wasn’t clean, but she didn’t care - a little bit of a mess in her crack made her farts much more potent. “There we are~ I think you’re all done, darling~”

	Cherry nodded, licking her lips clean; her slit was still extremely wet. She grabbed her tail and sniffed it; even after being subjected to that smell for so long, it still made her want to melt form horniness. “Thank you for using me, m-master! You can always request me next time by name tag.” She stood, feeling a little disappointed that it was over - she always wanted more. “I hope you request me soon; honestly, your shit was r-really amazing. The flavor was s-super intense!”

	“You really think so~?” She looked to the clogged toilet; an idea came to mind. “Well, little toilet tiger, if you want more…” She grasped the back of the kneeling toilet slave’s head and spread her thighs, revealing the toilet bowl full of shit below her once again. She pushed the tigress’ face down just a little, getting it slightly closer to the waste. “I happen to have a big bowl of it right here~”

	Cherry’s eyes widened, her maw agape in awe, drool dripping from her lips. “R-really? I-I can have this, m-master?”

	“Of course~ I need to unclog it somehow~” She chuckled once again; the poor tigress had no idea what was in store for her. “Well?”

	“Yes, please!!” Her tail wagged happily, mouth forming into a smile, eyes gleaming with excitement.

	“Then have fun~” She shoved the tigress’ head into the toilet and held her down; immediately, Cherry went to work, happily consuming as much shit as she could fit into her mouth. She swallowed, over and over, getting that huge load and mound into her stomach, making her feel bloated and heavy with it; it all tasted so wonderful, so good!! Sylvania made sure to shove her nice and deep, submerging her nose and her mouth fully.

	However, after a few minutes, the tigress noticed two things. First off, the toilet was getting no less full - she was eating at a fast rate; she should’ve noticed at least a small decrease by now. Sylvania had failed to mention that her gut was still quite full - as Cherry ate, the skunk was continuously adding new, fresh logs to the bowl, making sure it was never empty. The second thing she noticed was much more dire.

	She couldn’t breathe.

	She tried to pull herself back up, but the skunk’s paw didn’t budge; she held her down with the strength of a gorilla. She felt the tigress squirm and struggle, putting her paws on the toilet seat and trying to pull herself back out, but it was no use - Sylvania had no plans of letting her go. The skunk loved the rush of immense power and dominance she felt every time she forced someone like Cherry to partake in her shit, whether that be by using them as a toilet or shitting on top of them. However, that rush was always so, so much better when she could drown someone in her own waste. This poor toilet slave just happened to be the victim of her sudden bloodlust. 

	“Sorry, darling~” She spoke, feeling Cherry’s struggles slow down, her will decreasing as her lungs burned. “But I have no plans to bring you out of there~ You should be happy - you get to die doing what you love~” She chuckled as the tigress felt drowsy and pained, still trying to summon as much will and power as she could and escape from her predicament, but it was no use.

	Within the minute, her body went limp, hands falling to her side. Sylvania released her paw and flushed the toilet; the water rose, followed by that same mechanical groan, but nothing went down - as she expected. She smirked, climbing over the tigress’ body and making her way to the exit, hitting the light switch. “Bye-bye, Cherry~” She left the corpse there, sitting with her head in the clogged toilet full of shit; there wasn’t a more degrading way that she could’ve gone out. 

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