“Did you enjoy that, stupid pig?” Sonia teased. “Sure looked painful… but she’s dead now.” She slapped Retta on the ass. “Bet you’re gonna wish you could die so easily… but with what we’ve got in store for you, you’re gonna live for at least another three years.” She foretold cryptically, as they circled back to the concourse under the bathrooms.

In the distance, she heard the upset chattering of voices Retta knew.
“Fuck my niece Retta, the little anarchist cunt… I knew she’d put up a fight when it was her time… now I’m getting pulled in because she couldn’t behave herself. What a selfish bitch.” Ranted her Aunt Betty
“Mom, why did cousin Retta do this to us? Did she want us to cook? Why does she hate us?” Cousin Sherrie asked
She doesn’t hate us.. she was always a contrarian slut… I hope they cook her alive in a boiling pot of oil. Bitch deserves the worst they’ve got.” Explained cousin Susan.

“Well, looks like you're just in time to greet your aunt and cousins” said Sonia evilly as they approached the bathroom maintenance room. Another staffer was already ahead of them, pulling out the remains of the last ‘filter’. It was what looked like an emaciated girl, with a flabby bloated belly… her lifeless corpse was expelling liquid shit from both ends, as she was dragged across the floor.

“Sorry Sonia, this one was a messy one… looks like she had a bowel obstruction. Everything got backed up. Bit of a mess for your first day. Think you can handle it?”

Sure thing.. Dave? It was Dave right… sorry, just getting used to everyone’s names.. it’s no problem, I know how to replace a human toilet filter girl.”
Human toilet? Retta hoped to heaven that she’d heard that wrong.

“That’s right you useless cow.. you heard right… I bet you regret smacking me in the face now don’t you. You’re gonna live the rest of your life eating the piss and shit of every girl that comes through here until you die of malnutrition.”
Retta wanted to be sick. This was the most horrible thing she could possibly think of.

The dark doorway revealed a line of sickly looking girls hooked up to transparent tubes. Retta knew where they led, and it wasn’t anywhere good.

“It’s not the most healthy diet, but it’s got just enough nutritional value if you consume enough of it. So you’ll live for a good long while.. but you’ll wish you were dead. The average toiletgirl lifespan is about a year… but a strong girl like you… I’ll bet you last a full three years before you give up the will to live.” Sonia took perverse pride in gloating as she shoved the anal excrement pipe into Retta’s resisting asshole. The new girl cupped the rebel’s chin and guided it back into position. She popped open the facemask’s mouthguard, and connected the mask to the inflow pipe, carefully attaching Retta’s tongue to the glue on the base of it.

“There we go slut…. Now you can eat shit and die.” Sonia quipped happily
“Your aunt is scheduled for stall number two any minute now, toilet girl. Enjoy your lunch.” And with that Sonia left the room, and shut the door, leaving Retta in the dank, dark and moldy sub basement under the toilets.

She couldn’t see anything, only heard the gasses rumbling in the other poor toilet girl’s tortured stomachs. One nearby human toilet farted loudly, and Retta could hear her excrement tube under her catch a loose turd with a splash.

Above her, somewhat muted, she could hear as her aunt and cousins were led into the bathrooms. And chained to the walls. Retta tried to scream out loud to make them stop… but the distended position of her jaw didn’t allow for more than a light whimper to escape.

“I wish I could watch my niece suffer for what she’s done to us all.” Her aunt continued to rant as she pissed into the squat toilet above. It trickled down below to Retta’s waiting mouth, coating her tongue in acrid tasting urine. She gagged, trying to spit it out, but it just washed back into her mouth till she had no option but to swallow it or choke on it.

“I wish I could do it myself… Retta deserves to be punished for what she’s done to her family…” Aunt Betty continued her monologue to her children, as she strained to push out a large turd. Retta could hear the splash as it landed in the toilet, and made its way down the pipe to her waiting mouth. In the darkness, she could barely make out the feces as it slid over her pinned tongue. There was nothing she could do as the foul tasting excrement slid over her tongue. It entered her mouth, filling it with the nightmarish taste of shit. She wanted to spit it up, wash out her mouth… but she knew that there was only one thing she could actually do, even if her body didn’t want her to. She swallowed, and felt the mushy predigested brown lump pass down her throat till it plopped into her stomach and made her feel ill. it was gone, but The taste of it lingered on her tongue. Then her aunt farted loudly and wetly, and another tube of shit entered Retta’s mouth. It was then she realized with growing horror, that this was going to be her entire nightmarish life from now until she died.

Retta finished swallowing her Aunt’s crap, and the woman above her was moved out and onto the kill floor. Another one took her place half an hour later… and then another after that. She ate shit until her stomach was full, then she shot into her own tube. She hardly slept at all that night… then the cycle began anew the next day. Cycling piss and shit was her entire world.
It would be three years before they pulled Retta’s shitstained corpse from the room, and replaced her with a new ‘filter’, a cute punk girl named Dani. She didn’t even recognise the body of her old friend when they dragged her corpse out of the darkness to throw in the incinerators below.