Nanobotic Toilets Ch. 02

I love my dog Shep, but he has his moments. Like most canines, he feels the need to make alot of noise whenever strangers approach our home. I suppose he still has the instincts of a dog bred in more primitive societies, when guarding the master's property or at least acting like a living alarm system would've been useful. Still, when you're woken up a half hour earlier than usual on a school morning by deep and insistent barks, you can have difficulty appreciating that. That's exactly what happened one morning when Mom was away at a conference. I was quite rudely awakened by my canine friend, who sounded like he was sitting just on the other side of my bedroom door. "Shut up, Shep!" I groaned. At this point, it was a game of attrition between me and my sisters to see who could tolerate it longest without getting up to silence the mutt, thus allowing the other two to sleap peacefully for a while longer. I eventually groaned again and pulled myself out of bed with a roll of my eyes. Sure enough, he was waiting right in front of me when I opened my door, but I apparently had not lost the contest by much, since both Lina and Kala opened their own doors just a second or two after I did.

Wagging his tail incessantly, Shep immediately led us three groggy and annoyed girls down the stairs and to the front door, where he sat and whined briefly. I lazily took the lavendar bathrobe that Mom kept hanging on the coat rack for occasions such as this, slipped it over my bare body, and opened the door. I sighed as I just barely caught a UPS truck taking off from our house, having left a medium-sized package on our doorstep. Slowly becoming more awake, I let Lina close the door while I carried it into the kitchen and set it on the countertop where I knew Mom would find it. I then shed the robe and tossed it to Kala so that she could put it back into place. By this time, the spell of sleep had waned just enough that it was no use going back to bed, especially since we would only get a pitiful 25 minutes of additional slumber. Groaning almost in unison, we agreed wordlessly that we may as well fix ourselves breakfast while we were there.

Within a minute, we had all procured our orange juice and cereal of choice and gathered lazily in our cozy family dining room. I had just begun to sit down when my usual morning urges struck, so I put my palms on the table to support myself with half-bent knees and immediately started to pee profusely on my seat, the pale yellow torrent hissing audibly while it drenched the cushion. Purring in relief as the pressure in my bladder deflated, I simultaneously let my butthole spread open as a large turd peeked out between my cheeks. Despite its considerable thickness, it pressed itself smoothly out of my butt and coiled on the chair. No sooner had it tapered off and fell away than a second warm mass, even larger than the first, crowned between my glutes and slid out like a thick sausage from a meat processor, eliciting a gasp as its girth peaked towards the end.

We ate in amicable silence and finished in about five minutes. We then went back upstairs to our bedrooms. Since we had gotten up early, we killed some time before showering by checking our e-mail and Facebook feeds. Not long into it, Kala rushed into my room and insisted that I watch a cute video of a stray kitten her boyfriend had rescued the night before, which I have to admit was adorable. In the middle of relaying how her beau had found the little feline, she sat down on my bed without pausing her tale and let a giant puddle form around her thighs and privates, sighing in relief after soaking the mattress for almost a minute.

Soon after, we showered, got dressed, and departed to pick up Beth, whose family was still trying to survive on a single working bathroom.

I'm not sure how much she usually releases from either bodily tract, but it seems that when she's desperate at least, she can rival our capacities. She had her white capri jeans unbuttoned and unzipped before the door to the back seat was even fully closed, and she quite predictably started peeing a flood onto her seat as soon as she got her panties out of the way, gripping the headrest in front of her while she hovered her round butt above the cushion. "Ah, so much better!" she moaned with half-lidded eyes as she peed like a racehorse. She hadn't been peeing for long before her butt flexed visibly, and she promptly began taking a dump as well. A dark brown log almost an inch thick crawled out of her body and curled on the seat. It was long enough that we were amazed when a second one immediately swelled between her cheeks and slid out on top of the first, forming a huge ash-brown pile. "Geez, Beth! And we thought we were the ones with bowels of steel!" I said with a laugh as her mess began to dissolve as quickly as she had pushed it out.

"Hey, I really had to go!" she retorted while waiting for the SNBs to complete their work. "You'd be surprised how much you can store up when you have to hold a night's load all morning!" She smirked at us as she wiped her butt against the now clean seat and pulled her pants back up. "Besides, it's not like little pebbles come out of any of you! It's actually a good thing you almost never use the normal toilet in your house, 'cause you'd probably clog it up most of the time!" Beth shook her head in amusement. "I don't know what's weirder. The fact that I know that, or the fact that I'm not nearly as weirded out as I should be from knowing that."

Kala chuckled from her seat in front of me. "She's got a point."

Lina was visibly squirming by the time she parked our PT Cruiser in the school parking lot, so it was no surprise that she lagged a bit behind us just to unleash an explosive pee on the driver's seat. We laughed at her relieved expression and arched back, joking that someone watching her might think she was having an orgasm.

The school day was a fairly uneventful one, except for Kala's boyfriend Toby surprising her during last period with some mysterious plans for their anniversary that evening. All he told her was to dress "semi-formally" and that he'd be doing the same. I gotta admire the guy's spontaneity, and Kala was clearly charmed by it, but it did send us home speculating about what he had in mind and what Kala should wear. Beth was the most fashion-savvy among us so she was talking a mile a minute while she peed on her seat just before we took off for home. Upon returning to our house, we followed Kala up to her bedroom to look through her closet and keep speculating about Toby's designs, though by then it had mostly evolved into a hilarious contest of who could imagine the most outlandish and/or corny scenario. Lina was sitting cross-legged on Kala's still unmade bed when a familiar bodily urge apparently hit, so she rose to a kneeling position only to yank her shorts and panties down and spread her shins apart. She then lowered her butt about halfway back down by folding her legs more acutely as her hands lightly gripped her thighs. A turd to rival Beth's morning dump easily pushed its way out, eliciting a soft moan from Lina as its already considerable thickness swelled a a bit in the middle before finally sliding out to form what almost looked like a big brown croissant on Kala's bed.

Mom came home shortly after Kala had settled on a comfortable teal dress that showed just enough cleavage to tease Toby. She quickly set to work on dinner but was soon interrupted by a call from one of her teammates asking about the latest tweaks to their ship designs. While Lina, the cook's apprentice of the family, temporarily took over for our mother, the latter idly wandered into the living room and paced a few times with her iPhone to her ear before she clamped it between her cheek and chin. She opened up her slim cargo pants, pulled them down along with her panties, and hovered a bit over our plush, bluish-gray sofa. I wondered to myself if the engineer on the other end had any inkling that, all the while she was talking to him, she was also pooping on the couch. Her brown log was a bit skinnier than ours typically were but definitely no shorter as it coiled on the cushion, and she bit her lip to keep from making her relief known to her coworker.

Had it not been for that phone call, Mom probably would've relieved herself in the dining room like I did that morning. It was actually quite routine for her. As soon as she finished setting dinner on the table, she would typically lower her pants and take a considerable dump on her chair before starting to eat. This time, however, I would be the only one to indulge in sweet self-relief at the dinner table. As was typical, I was struck by a sudden pressure in my groin shortly after our meal began, so I rose into a high squat over my seat, tore my jean shorts and panties just low enough to keep them dry, and drenched the cushion with a hissy stream of pee that carried on for nearly a minute. Thanks to the SNBs, though, it was practically by dry the time I pulled my pants back up and sat back down with a contented sigh.

Toby picked Kala up shortly after a hearty dinner, and she left promising to tell Lina and me everything when he dropped her off later that night. When she returned at 11 o'clock, which was our maximum curfew, I knew she must've had a good time. The whimsical grin on her face also confirmed my suspicions, but it was soon juxtaposed almost comically with the very first thing she did upon finally closing the front door. She pulled the skirt of her dress up, yanked her panties down while squatting low to the floor, and immediately started to poop on the carpet. She sighed in satisfaction as a long, dark brown mass almost an inch in diameter snaked out of her body and gathered into a giant mound. Moaning softly, she wasn't quite done dropping her load before she let a forceful stream of pale yellow pee burst forth from amidst her pubic bush, marinating her already partially dissolved pile. "Totally worth holding it!" she said mostly to herself with a contented smile. I couldn't be sure if she was talking about the extra time spent with her boyfriend or the feeling of intense relief that was etched on her face as she tilted her head back.

That weekend, the three of us sisters and Beth were going on a road trip to a university for a campus tour. We were all hoping to go to college together, and although our options were plentiful due to our very respectable GPAs and test scores, this was one of the last ones that might have had both the prestige and the breadth to offer what all four of us needed with our disparate career interests. Beth slept over the night before, and I woke up to find her groggily squatting on my bedroom floor and emptying both her bladder and her bowels at the same time. Given that she didn't have to wait for our car like she usually did, I doubt she was desperate, but she still unleashed an impressive volume from both holes. "This house is awesome," I heard my half-asleep friend mutter. "When you gotta go, you just go." Seeing her clearly enjoy herself only hastened my own rather indulgent self-relief. I folded my legs, shifted my arms under my pillow, and promptly started soaking my bed with pee. Halfway through, I let two long, dark brown sausages crawl swiftly out of my body, moaning in turn as each of them easily pressed its way out in spite of its considerable diameter. I then crawled out of bed myself and trudged to the nearest bathroom for a warm shower, hardly noticing my mom along the way as she squatted and peed liberally on the hallway carpet.

Although it was still far from public knowledge, Mom and her team's invention was catching on. A chain of hotels, apparently tired of drunken youth pissing, puking, and sometimes even taking dumps on their carpets, beds, and furniture in locales such as Vegas, had negotiated to have SNBs installed throughout their facilities in exchange for a generous discount granted to the developers and their families. We would be staying in such a hotel just a few minutes from our prospective alma mater, a fact that Beth welcomed just as much as we did.

After we piled into our car, we paused for less than a minute while Kala soaked her seat with pee before taking off. One of the great ironies of traveling in an SNB-equipped car is that, whenever we stopped at a rest stop, which was actually intended for travelers and long-distance commuters to both expel stuff from one end and find other stuff to shove into the other, we only ever availed ourselves of the latter purpose. At the first one we came to, an apparently desperate Lina had barely parked our vehicle before she tore her pants down, and started dropping a load right there on the driver's seat. In a similar vein, Beth took the opportunity to pee again, dumping the contents of her bladder onto her own seat. Kala and I had no excretory urges for the time being, so we got out a bit ahead of our companions and began scouring the place for snacks. The others caught up to us barely a minute later, and we all returned to our car with a full supply of sodas, chips, and pretzels the ultimate remains of which would most likely end up on the hotel floor.

The day passed surprisingly quickly, and we were checked in to our accommodations by the latter part of that evening. On our way to our room, we happened upon the main reason this hotel came with all the comforts of home, so to speak. A pair of petite blonde twins, obviously drunk off their asses, were squatting in the hallway, holding the skirts of their party dresses up while they urinated unabashedly on the floor. One of them had her panties at her ankles while the other hadn't even bothered lowering hers. The former pointed this out with a dazed giggle to the latter, who just giggled back and slurred, "I don't care. I had to go, and besides, it feels really good to just wet my panties!"

We couldn't help but laugh at them just as we slid into our temporary abode, a cozy suite with a generously sized kitchen, a flat-screen TV, and two king-size beds. I was the first to christen it, since the first thing I did as soon as the door was closed was collapse onto the couch, prop my butt up just long enough to get my shorts and panties out of the way, and pee profusely on it. This time, though, since we were in for the night, I didn't bother to re-dress myself. Instead, I pulled my pants completely off and shed my T-shirt and bra as well. Within about a half an hour, in a leisurely succession, we all stripped our clothes off in preparation for bed.

It was decided that Lina and Kala would share a bed while I shared the other one with Beth. I suppose Beth experienced the final touch of her acclimation to our unorthodox self-relief customs a few hours later, when Lina unleashed her nightly piss on the bed with Kala lounging right next to her, never taking her eyes off the laptop she had in her lap, though a soft moan did escape her lips. A short while later, Kala outdid her by rising to her knees from where she lay and dumping a huge log on the bed right next to Lina. This was the first time Beth had witnessed more than one of us relieve ourselves in such proximity, but given all that she'd already seen, her shock was relatively mild and short-lived, especially after I reminded her that pee was actually quite sterile and that our solid excrement was usually dry enough to render any accidental smearing unlikely.

This is probably why, the following morning, she had no inhibitions left. Both she and I were dozing lazily as we eased ourselves reluctantly into full wakefulness. A short while earlier, I had begrudgingly thrown the covers off of us both to help the waking process along. I rolled over just in time to see Beth furrow her brow in sleepy indignation. "I gotta poop," she grumbled softly at the inconvenience, slight though it was. While I went ahead and started peeing uninhibitedly onto the mattress, she spread her outstretched legs apart as her butthole visibly flexed. A long, fudge-brown mass peeked out and crawled smoothly out of her body, curling between her thighs. I looked amusedly at her as she purred in relief, probably not even realizing that she had also started pissing a river as well. She was even lazier than I was! With a chuckle, I took a page from her book, and when the urge inevitably made itself known, I just kept laying there and pooped a massive turd of my own right beside her. It felt almost as thick as a cucumber as it readily snaked out of my butt and coiled on the bed, close enough to my crotch to possibly be grazed by a few stray pubic hairs.