Voyager Uncensored Ch. 06

However, as soon as I heard Seven fart, my stomach involuntarily grumbled – loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. There were looked of surprise and bemusement and snickers from the back by Torres and Tom. Janeway smiled at me in the most sadistic, perverted way.

But it didn't end there – Seven repeatedly farted – over and over, passing gas through the entire rest of the presentation – for another 20 minutes! The others in the room all tried to wave away the stench, cover their noses or get some fresh air. But not me. I sat there, belly growling, hunger stoked uncontrollably and, as Janeway pointed out to my sheer shame later, drooling all over the table. I hadn't even realized I was doing it – it was a completely autonomic reaction from my body. My body had learned that, whenever I expected to be feeding on Seven's shit, a large amount of saliva eased the passage of semi-chewed large chunks into my gut and helped in the digestive process. I was adapting, biologically, to my new function. I was becoming less human and more commode every day...

It was so humiliating, to be surrounded by all of these normal, professional people and to be audibly grumbling and drooling all over the table! But it made it even more clear to me that I was no longer one of them.

After the meeting, all the senior staff rushed out, drawing deep fresh breaths of air on the bridge. All but the Doctor who asked Seven and I to report to Sickbay.

While all of the senior crew new about Seven's arrangement with me, the Doctor did not. Seven felt he would object to the thought of a human being trying to live off of such a diet and she was right. So she had not told him and the senior crew had conspired to keep it a secret from him. This all made for a very awkward conversation in Sickbay that day.

"Miss d'Aucourt," the Doctor addressed me. Only he had to do it three times before I realized he was talking to me! Nobody had called me by my name for so long that I'd forgotten what it sounded like... "Uh, yes Doctor?" I replied, at last. "I couldn't help but notice your drooling and stomach grumbling during the meeting," the Doctor informed me with some empathy, "have you eaten anything recently?" "Well... I've only had liquids for the past couple days," I admitted. "What?!" the Doctor looked appalled, "Do you have an eating disorder? Why would you do that? You're a fit, trim young woman, you don't need to take such drastic and, frankly, unhealthy steps to lose any weight!" While I appreciated his complements, I tried to explain myself, forgetting momentarily that the Doctor was not informed of my actual situation, "I've tried, I really, really have – believe me!" I emphasized, "Seven's been so constipated for a few days and-" "I didn't ask you about Seven's intestinal problems," the Doctor cut me off, "that's a personal matter for Seven and, frankly, none of your business young lady! Please don't try to change the subject." "Uh... sorry," I offered, weakly, "I'll... eat something soon, I promise, okay?" The Doctor gave me a somewhat dubious look, "I'll hold you to that, I want to check on you later and see how you're doing. Consider that an order." "Yes, Doctor," I acknowledged. The Doctor then turned to Seven and I watched as he prescribed an extra strong laxative for her, handing her a hypo and several bottles for multiple doses. "Be forewarned, though," he advised her, "this is extremely potent and you should be expecting to be spending quite a lot of time on the toilet over the next two days!" Seven looked directly at me and replied matter-of-factly, "that should not be a problem," as she injected the first dose of the super-laxative into her arm. As if on cue, my stomach grumbled loudly again. The Doctor shook his head, "you'd better get something to eat right away!" he warned me. "Doctor, I can assure you that I will see to it that she is WELL fed," Seven informed him. "Good," the Doctor smiled, "You know, I'm glad to see Seven has taken you under her wing, Miss D'Aucourt. She's an excellent role model for you. I hear she eats *twice* what the average crewman eats and she's still quite fit! You could learn a lot from her!" I groaned and dutifully followed Seven out of Sickbay and to her bathroom for what did, indeed, turn out to be a marathon session. Her liquefied shit exploded from her ass like never before and I did indeed learn much those few days – such as how to drink shit straight down, to chug diarrhea like an academy cadet chugs beer...

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Diary of a toilet Month 6 "Progress"

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Seven's new dietary plan for me was working exactly as she had planned. I was now exclusively feeding from her ass and drinking from her cunt. I hadn't had a taste of real food in over two months and, to be honest, I couldn't even remember what it tasted like. I probably would have thrown it up if I had the opportunity to have some. My taste buds had become so overwhelmed by Seven's new, nastier feces that I couldn't imagine tasting anything else anymore.

It was going so well that Seven informed Captain Janeway of her "experiment" (me). Seven proposed that, if this went well and my health proved to be stable (or even improving as she suspected it might), then she could extend this plan to the entire crew. If 50% of the crew served as personal toilets for the other 50%, we could save on half our resources – always in short supply in the Delta Quadrant where there was no Starfleet supply system to keep us stocked up. If we didn't go through our resources as quickly, we wouldn't have to take risks and detours stopping at so many planets to replenish our stores and we would get home sooner.

It was a perfectly logical plan.

I watched as Janeway came explosively down Kes' throat, her cock buried to the hilt in the Ocampan girl's face. She had gotten hard when Seven started explaining what she'd been doing with me these past several months and as Seven detailed everything she'd done and what she'd like to do with the entire ship, the Captain just couldn't hold her spunk in her impressively-sized balls anymore.

"Do you approve, Captain?" Seven asked of Janeway.

Janeway recovered from her intense orgasm and looked at Seven with a bemused expression, "yes, yes, Seven... you have my *FULL* blessing. Continue your trial case with all due diligence. I'm extremely interested in your... results." She smiled wickedly at me, causing me to blush. I had a bellyful of Seven's shit noisily digesting in my stomach right then and I could tell Janeway had noticed it.

"Thank you, Captain," Seven replied, "I will redouble my efforts."

"I'm sure you will," Janeway sighed as she pet Kes' sweaty, matted head, still fully impaled on her softening prick- I could see Kes' throat undulating – she was using her esophageal muscles to milk out every last drop of semen from the Captain's lengthy shaft.

Seven pulled me by my ponytail and I crawled out behind her, the fermenting shit and piss mixture in my belly sloshing sickeningly with every step...

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Diary of a toilet Month 7 "Brown with jealousy"

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Now that the secret was out about my duties for Seven, word spread through Voyager's rumor mill rapidly (greatly accelerated, apparently, by my trusted friend, Bashra herself).

It was soon after that I discovered that I was not the first to have executed these duties for Seven. I discovered she had used several other women before me. And, like me, they became addicted to the experience. I discovered this because they were all extremely jealous and resentful of me when they discovered that I was now Seven's exclusive toilet slave.

Each day, as the rumors spread I noticed more and more women giving me nasty looks in the corridors. I counted at least 6 or 7... Crewman Karen Wilson, The Delaney Twins (Jenny and Meghan), an engineer named Susan Nicoletti, an Orion named U'Lanai, a former Maquis with a bad attitude named Mariah Henley, a busty black woman named Amanda Porter and a redhead on the Hazard Team named Telsia Murphy.

As the days went on, their rude looks began to turn to rude comments. They'd say things like "hey, shit-for-brains" and "hungry, bitch?" or "bet you think you're hot shit, don't you? Or do you just like to eat hot shit?!" Occasionally, one would block my way, not letting me pass. For some reason, they delighted in tormenting me.

One fateful afternoon while I was allowed a rare break from duty, I saw three of them gathered in the deck 4 corridor. It was the Delaney Twins and Crewman Henley. I didn't like they confrontational way they were looking at me, so I decided to turn around and use the turbolift at the other end of the hall. But when I looked in that direction, Crewmen Wilson, Nicoletti and Murphy were blocking the way. I began to get worried and ducked into Cargo Bay 1 to wait it out and see if they would pass. But as I backed into the room, I bumped into someone and spun around with a jolt. Standing before me were the rest of the gang – Amanda Porter, the Orion woman U'Lanai and the woman I discovered was the ring leader of this motley crew: my beloved Bashra.

"Hey toilet," Bashra sneered, "did you get lost, or are you freelancing now?"

Behind me, I heard the doors open and the other six women from the corridor streamed in. In moments, I found myself at the center of a circle of 9 women who each had a very evil look on their faces.

"Yeah, toilet-bitch," Amanda jabbed her finger into my chest, "you hungry? Cruisin' for some extra yummies?"

I tried to back away, but the Delaney Twins each grabbed me by and arm and held me there.

Bashra stepped up and shoved her hand under my shirt. She felt my belly and spoke to the others, "she feels empty to me, girls, I think she needs a refill!"

I felt so betrayed by Bashra in that moment and I gave her an injured look, hoping to find mercy in her eyes. But all I found was depraved lust.

I knew there was no point in resisting, there was no chance of getting away. To them I was nothing but a toilet – the toilet that had taken Seven's attentions away from them. They were jealous of me and were going to exact their revenge and vent their frustrations on me. I accepted my fate as the twins pulled me to my knees and first girl, Amanda, dropped her pants, sat her big, brown muscled ass on my face and proceeded to fart and shit into my mouth. Her shit was different from Seven's and a surprise to me. It was soft and mushy and extremely foul. She swore as she smelled it filling my mouth and cursed like a Klingon as she ordered me to "swallow that nasty shit". Since it was so soft (and I was so practiced at the art), it was a relatively easy order to obey, and I did.

Each jilted woman took their place sitting on my face and feeding me their excrement in turn. The most memorable experience was the Orion woman – U'Lanai's turn. Apparently, the Orion diet is largely a fruity one – high in very complex sugars and fiber. As a result – her shit was actually quite sweet, soft, very voluminous... and dark green! I devoured it with a zeal that was obvious to the other women and their verbal humiliation of me intensified at the sight. I didn't care – the sweet shit was a welcome palate cleanser.

Unfortunately, the next woman to step up was one of the Delaney Twins – I can't remember which one, but her diet was obviously much less agreeable to her intestines because her asshole exploded into my mouth, flooding it with her chunky, putrid diarrhea! The sound of it blasting out of her guts with wet, sloppy spurts and sloshing around in my increasingly filthy mouth made the rest of the women groan in disgust and howl in laughter at my plight. I was ready to barf right into my tormentor's rectum after the first couple swallows, but I refused to give these sadistic women the satisfaction.

Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, and to my great relief, the door to the Cargo Bay opened and Seven of Nine stepped in! She stood, expressionless but obviously surprised at the scene before her – her own personal slave being held against her will and gang-force-fed shit from nine different women! Seven would *not* be happy about this violation – these women were in *big* trouble! I could only imagine her report to Janeway and the harsh punishments these harpies would quite deservedly receive.

The women must have realized this, too, because several of them backed away from me and looked extremely frightened. Bashra stood her ground, though, the only one of them not to look frightened silly. I admired her strength, even as I despised her betrayal.

"What is the meaning of this?" Seven demanded. I felt so... loved that Seven was coming to my defense like this! I often wondered if she cared for me at all – she never could show it, say it. But her actions would speak for themselves.

"Oh, hi Seven," Bashra said casually, "we were taking an inventory of the bay as per the Captain's orders and had to go to the bathroom *really* bad."

Then Amanda stepped forward, "yeah, but the bathrooms on this deck are all under maintenance!"

That was true – I remember reading that in the daily report. Something about their story seemed rehearsed and I wondered how much planning and preparation had gone into this scheme!

"So, we just grabbed the closest toilet we could find," U'Lanai chimed in, gesturing towards me.

"Yeah, we're just trying to be efficient," Mariah added, "like you!"

"We wouldn't want to miss any work," Susan said with a fake earnestness.

Seven looked at each of them, then at me, then back at them. She wasn't going to buy this sack of lies, was she?!

"A commendable course of action," Seven complimented them. I couldn't believe my ears!

I managed to break free and choke out a couple semi-intelligible words toward Seven to try to get her to help me out of this predicament. All I could manage was, "Seven – aren't you... going to DO something...?"

Seven looked at me, then at the girls. At first she looked puzzled, but then a look of realization flashed across her face and she said "of course," and began walking to me. The Delaney sister who had been sitting on my face got off of me at the imposing sight of Seven striding towards her so purposefully.

"*Excuse* me," she said to the twin icily. The one twin backed off while the other released my arm. I was free!

With effort, sore from being on my knees for so long and with a heavy belly, I started to get to my feet, grabbing Seven's arm for support, but I felt her hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down! I looked up at her and saw her turning her back to me, her uniform already opened to reveal her ass!

"It is time for my next bowel movement," Seven informed me as her asshole settled on my lips, "thank you for reminding me, toilet."

My nine tormenters watched in shocked amazement as Seven proceeded to join them in my ritualistic abuse and shat her usual massive load down my throat, joining their own in my now visibly distending belly! As I ate my Mistress' copious crap before them, giving them all a scandalous show, I could see and hear them laughing, giggling, some moaning, the twins kissing and rubbing each other's pussies, Bashra fingering herself as usual... Their devious scheme worked out better than they could have imagined. Not only did they get their revenge in tormenting and using me, they got to get off on watching Seven degrade me as well in their own private exhibition. Nevertheless, I couldn't let the circumstances prevent me from fulfilling my loyal pledge to my Mistress, so I obediently chugged down Seven's heavy turds as willingly and dutifully as usual.

When Seven was finished with me and the girls had all had a chance to marvel at the expert symbiosis the two of our digestive systems had evolved, Seven turned to me and regarded my figure. I could feel my belly stretched out and knew I must not have looked very attractive in the moment.

Seven sighed, "I have warned you about overindulging in your eating habits, toilet," she scolded me in front of everyone, "it is your own undisciplined appetite that is causing you to get so fat."

Seven shot me one last, heartbreaking look of disapproval and *left* me there in the Cargo Bay with my captors! She paused briefly only to say one last thing to them, "be sure that you are finished with her by the time her next duty shift begins. Carry on."

And with that, she was gone. My only hope of rescue. The women all looked at each other in astonishment, then broke out into hysterics. In their fits of hilarity, I momentarily entertained the idea of slipping out unnoticed, but I was too exhausted and weighed down with excrement that I could barely have moved if I wanted to.

It only took a second for them to pick back up where they left off. This time the Delaney twin whose diarrhea I had drunk before Seven came in grabbed me by the arms (which wasn't necessary – all fight in me had fled me by this point) and her sister took her turn on my toilet-mouth. I barely even registered it consciously as her hard, lumpy, constipated shit forced its way into my mouth. I simply chewed it up instinctively and swallowed it down, adding it to the grotesque, varied collection of shit of all shapes and sizes packed into my poor, overstuffed belly.

By the time I had consumed all nine women's waste, I had eaten more shit than I had ever eaten before in my life (though this wouldn't be the last time – or the most). It wasn't until several days after this encounter that my tummy returned to its usual flatness, ensuring that the debasement would stretch out much longer than the initial traumatic event itself as I slowly, but surely, digested each and every one of the sadistic women's excrement. This extended humiliation and degradation only served to solidify my position as a subservient, a slave, nothing more than a walking toilet for the use and abuse of anyone who had a desire to utilize me. An event that became more and more common as word of my epic ordeal spread – aided in no small degree by the rapid dissemination of the holovideo recording the women had taken with the hidden cameras they had set up in the Cargo Bay ahead of time. I had finally achieved my dream of becoming a well-known and indispensable member of the crew, renowned for my unique skills and talents... just not in the way I had planned...

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Diary of a toilet Month 8 "Substitution"

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It was a few weeks after my ordeal with the nine jealous women that Seven came to me with some news. "Toilet, come here," she ordered me. I immediately obeyed, hurrying over to her and taking my place on my knees at her beautiful ass. "No, stand," she instructed me. Confused and surprised, I obeyed. "I will be going on an away mission," she started, "It is a... covert affair and I cannot take you with me." My heart began to flutter, "What?" I blurted, "where? Is it dangerous? Will you-" Seven stopped me with a gesture, "the details are irrelevant, you are simply a toilet do not need to know the specifics of my work. All that you must know is that I will be gone for two weeks." Two weeks?! Seven and I had not been apart for more than a few hours at a time since I began serving as her shit slave. She seemed to notice the panic on my face and sought to reassure me. "Do not worry," she said, almost tenderly, "I have made arrangements for your care." She produced a PADD and brought up a recent entry, "As you will still need to eat, I have taken the steps necessary to ensure your continued nourishment." Was she reinstating my Mess Hall privileges and replicator credit? Would I even be able to tolerate consuming real food again? It had been so long.... "I have arranged for substitutes for your feedings," Seven handed me the PADD. It had a list of names on it, "as my own fecal output exceeds the capability of most other crewmembers, I have had to enlist the help of several members of the crew in my absence – all who have indicated their willingness to help you continue to feed in my absence." Knees shaking, heart pounding in my chest, I looked down the list. Bashra, Amanda Porter, U'Lanai, The Delaney Twins... all of my tormentors! And some additional names: Captain Janeway, Lt. B'Elanna Torres and a Bolian woman from the lower decks, Crewman Dol. In all, there were twelve different women on the list! "I have chosen a variety of crewmembers to fulfill this duty," Seven informed me, "each chosen according to their own particular diets. By analyzing their eating habits, I have extrapolated the expected nutritional content of their excrement and have formulated this combination such that you will still get all the necessary nutrients that your body is used to from my own waste products." I began to get light headed at the thought of being used by so many women for two full weeks! Some of these women *hated* me and there would be nobody to keep their jealousy-fueled [exploits] in check! "Of course, their fecal matter is not specialized and augmented like my own," Seven continued, "and therefore the nutritional benefit you get from them will not be nearly as efficiently delivered as with me. To ensure that you do, in fact, get sufficient nutrition, it will be necessary for you to consume five times as much excrement daily as you do now." I swooned at this. FIVE TIMES?!! "To meet this quota, you will feed from most of the people on this list once a day," Seven calculated, "do you understand." "Yes, Mistress," I replied, almost automatically. It was true that I understood her words, but I could not conceive of the enormity of the task... was it even possible?! "Very well, your schedule begins now," she abruptly informed me as she grabbed her away kit and headed out the door! As I opened my mouth to ask her but one of the million questions racing through my addled mind at the moment, three of the women on my list walked in behind Seven – Amanda Porter, Bashra and Lt. Torres! "Ensure that she eats every morsel," Seven commanded them, "it is important that she be extremely well fed." The three women laughed at this. "Oh don't worry," Amanda sneered, "we've been saving up for this!" The doors closed behind Seven closed and Torres pushed me to my knees as she dropped her pants and fed me my first substitute meal of the morning. The next two weeks were nearly impossible to endure. I was constantly on call from twelve different women, each beckoning my impatiently when they had a bowel movement to deposit in me. I could tell they had all increased their own food intake as their loads were bulkier, more copious and more frequent each day. One of the women, Susan Nicoletti, was sick most of the two weeks and had awful diarrhea. I had to rush to her at a moment's notice, getting to her as she struggled with cramps, holding back her explosive diarrhea, only to blow it forcefully down my supplicant throat, taking with it chunks of solid waste that nearly lodged in my esophagus, choking me. Each feeding was a scary, limit-testing experience, pushing me to the boundaries of my capabilities as a human toilet. The most sadistic of them all, though, were the Delaney Twins. The two of them seemed to hate me the most, for whatever reason – I did not know. They would devise the worst experiences they could imagine for me. Sometimes they would eat extremely spicy food. Sometimes foods they knew would produce lots of foul gas. Other times they ate lots of peas and corn that would not fully digest and would laugh as they made me sift through their turds with my tongue and spit out each kernel of corn onto a plate (since "real food" was only for "real people", they'd inform me). Even worse, they decided shit wasn't enough for me and one would hold open my mouth while the other gagged herself and vomited directly into my open mouth! Of course, I swallowed it all down as commanded, but it took all my strength to suppress my own urge to barf. I knew any failure to obey any one of my Mistresses' demands would be reported to Seven and I would be severely scolded and reprimanded upon her return.