Chaldea Tales - Chapter Three | Commission: Grimahr

The night was mostly uneventful for Mash as she slept soundly. The same could not be said for Ritsuka who lay suspended in the stinking hell that was her rectum. Completely engulfed in her waste, his perception of time was completely gone and the rest of that night could have been weeks for all he knew.

Mash’s eyes opened gently as the morning came, the light shining through her window directly onto her. She peered over at the time to see 9:20am… 9:20am! She was meant to be doing a mission today to farm materials and she was meant to be leaving at 10:00am! Quickly she conjured her mission attire onto her petite body - a form fitting, dark grey, one-piece bodysuit with matching boots rising to just above her knees. She rushed out of the door and into the rest of the facility.

Something had changed for Ritsuka, he wasn’t sure if Mash was awake but the mass inside of her pulled itself downwards against her sphincter and the blood felt as if it were pooling in his head. Ritsuka rationalised that Mash had likely stood up and was now on the move, he prayed she wasn’t on the toilet. 

As Mash rushed down the hall to meet Da Vinci in the briefing room, she noticed the intense pressure against her pucker. She knew she should’ve pooped last night, however she had gotten herself a little sidetracked...  Clenching her cheeks together and tightening her sphincter, she waddled towards her destination unsure of how she was going to manage an entire mission without going to the bathroom when she was this full.

As she reached her destination, she looked at the time once more on the wall: 9:45am. Fifteen minutes was surely enough time to quickly use the bathroom, wasn’t it? Realising it was either the bathroom or the floor in the near future when she could no longer hold it, Mash made a beeline for the nearest communal bathroom to the briefing room.

Thankfully, the bathroom was totally empty and Mash headed to the furthest cubicle available. Rushing in, she slammed the door behind her and bolted it into a locked position. As quick as a flash, she was without clothes on her lower half.

As Mash slammed her ass onto the toilet seat, her cheeks spread as wide as they could. Ritsuka felt the pressure around him lessen significantly but still had no idea what was going on. A deep rumble could be heard from deep inside of her, he prayed it wasn’t what he thought it was.

With no effort, Mash stopped clamping her butt hole shut and the huge log began chugging its way out of her. Like a passenger on a train, Ritsuka felt the initial motion as he was also sent towards her anal exit. The shit easily slid past her sphincter and between her widely spread cheeks, an observer would have no idea that a tiny person was entombed in it as it descended into the bowl.

Not even halfway, Mash groaned loudly as she continued to push. She thanked her lucky stars that nobody else was in the bathroom with her. The thick mass of shit continued deeper and deeper into the bowl until her sphincter finally clenched shut and it dropped into the cold water below. The water from the bowl splashed back up as her shit plunged into the water, sending a spray of chilling water across Mash’s underside.

Jumping up from the toilet in surprise from the cold, Mash peered into the bowl below. Ritsuka, too deep within her shit, was totally out of sight. To Mash, all that resided in the bowl was her monstrous log. Remaining standing, she pulled off a wad of toilet paper from the roll, lifted one foot onto the toilet seat and began to wipe.

Wiping her ass thoroughly, she threw all the toilet paper into the bowl on top of her shit. When the final piece of paper came back mostly clean, she decided that would do and, with as little as some direct thought, her clothes manifested themselves upon her petite form . Taking a moment to check her bodysuit was in order, she reached over to flush the toilet.

Ritsuka realised what was happening in spite of being totally entombed. He could feel the icy water seeping it’s way through her waste and onto his body. Suddenly, the toilet was flushed and the toilet paper in the bowl was sucked into the pipes.

In a hurry, Mash rushed out of the bathroom without even washing her hands. She passed another servant, Mordred, who was heading into the bathroom. Mash prayed it didn’t smell too bad but she wasn’t optimistic about the chances after the unholy log that she had just released into the bowl.

Mash’s massive log remained sturdy in the toilet bowl as the cold water attempted to force it into the piping and failed. Ritsuka felt the water rushing over his prison, tearing away the outer layers of it as it did. Soon, light began to flood its way onto his skin as his tomb was slowly broken apart by the rushing water.

As the water slowed, Ritsuka found that he was now able to see and move his arms slightly. However, the brown, sticky mass kept him tightly glued to it and thus he was forced to stare up through the bowl at whoever decided to use this toilet next. Worried someone might not notice him, he periodically screamed as loud as he could. 

Mordred wore clothes all coloured in blood red with nothing on her torso but a strip of fabric and two individual sleeves, primarily to improve her mobility for whenever she needed to use her sword. With high heeled, red boots and a sharp looking skirt, the only dark colour on her was the lycra leggings she wore underneath it all. Complimenting the entire outfit, she had trimmings of regal gold throughout. She also donned slightly messy, blonde hair and a huge grin.

Ritsuka could hear the thunderous clicks of Mordred’s heels as she headed towards his cubicle. He screamed desperately as the clicks got louder as they got closer. Suddenly, in his peripheral vision, Ritsuka saw the cubicle door swing open and Mordred step inside. 

Mordred turned to face away from the toilet as she closed the cubicle door firmly. Fiddling with the lock for a moment, she secured the door shut. Mordred, totally unable to hear Ritsuka’s pleas and not even taking a moment to peer into the bowl, hiked her skirt up and slid her panties and lycra leggings down her legs.

Ritsuka watched in horror as the perky, bare ass of yet another servant was above him. It slowly lowered down onto the seat, the majority of her ass flesh sinking into the bowl. Keeping her legs closed, Mordred accidentally formed a total seal on the toilet and could barely even hear her own piss as it suddenly burst out from between her vaginal lips.

Ritsuka was blasted violently by the golden stream, forced into the depths of the murky water. Mordred, with a full bladder, continued pissing for what must have been a good thirty seconds. Ritsuka gasped for air at any possible opportunity as he was constantly sent tumbling in the depths of the toilet water.

As the stream slowed, Ritsuka was able to weakly lie on his back on the calmer surface. He had totally given up shouting or swimming, he simply lay there and hoped she’d find him. He watched, with light flooding into his porcelain prison, as her legs parted in place of her dainty fingers clutching a clump of toilet paper to wipe with. Mordred thoroughly scrubbed the toilet paper into each crease and fold, soaking up any excess pee that may have been left by each previous stroke. 

Luckily, as she dropped it into the bowl it fell against the porcelain rather than on top of Ritsuka. He cheered internally, too weak to actually project a cheer, as he felt there was still hope.

Unceremoniously, Mordred raised herself from the toilet and began pulling her panties pack up. She looked into the toilet before her and noticed a huge shit, “was that from Mash?!” she asked aloud. A tiny splash caught her attention beside the log. Peering closer into the bowl, trying not to sniff up, she noticed it was moving as if alive. Was it actually a tiny person?

Mordred reached down into the bowl carefully, not wanting to touch any more piss or shit than she needed to. She was easily able to pluck the tiny being from the water as he stuck to the tip of her finger and she raised him up to her face. Squinting as she looked at the tiny person, she recognised him, “hahaha! Ritsuka? Is that you? Why were you swimming with Mash’s poop?”

Ritsuka was very unimpressed by Mordred’s reaction, he needed help and didn’t want to be embarrassed. He bit his tongue initially but her continued laughter pushed him over the edge. “Please just help me, Mordred! Your pee stinks and it burns!” he shouted, filled with embarrassed desperation. 

Mordred’s happy expression faded to an angered glare as he begged. As Ritsuka continued to complain, he realised how serious this had become. He had been so close to salvation and here he was potentially ruining all his progress. “Ermm, Mordred I didn’t mean it. Please, I’ve been through hell. Your pee wasn’t that bad!” Ritsuka pleaded with the girl as she held him.

“My pee stinks? You’ve been floating with a pile of poop and my pee stinks?!” Mordred asked, moving her hand over the menacing toilet bowl below. “I suppose you’d rather I leave you here until someone with better smelling urine can come and help you, no?” she questioned, clearly upset by his words.

Ritsuka’s eyes widened and his heart thumped heavily as he peered down into the cold water below, he begged and pleaded with the titanic girl as she pondered what to do with him. “I guess if you’re so sorry, you wouldn’t mind helping me out during this mission, would you?” Mordred asked, not expecting any answer except a resounding “yes”.

“Of course, Mordred. I’ll do anything, just please don’t put me back in the toilet!” Ritsuka pleaded, the desperation in his quiet voice noticeable.

“Fine, I guess I’ll let you help me. Keep me entertained all day” she said simply. Ritsuka wasn’t sure what that meant but he figured he’d find out soon. Whatever she had planned had to be better than being left in the toilet!

With her leggings and panties still bunched around her ankles, Mordred hiked her skirt up with her spare hand and exposed her bare vagina. Slowly and sensually, she moved the squirming Ritsuka towards her waiting lips. He screamed and cried as he realised his destination, however his cries were quickly muffled as Mordred shoved his tiny body deep into her folds.

Mordred moaned as the fingers she held Ritsuka with sank deeper and deeper into her pussy flesh, she could feel him squirming inside of her. Still not happy with the depth, she continued to plunge her fingers into her until they went up to the second knuckle. Satisfied, she slid them back out and bit her lip as she felt Ritsuka thrashing wildly in his new prison. Happily, she patted her now closed vagina and noticed how much wetter it was with him inside, some of her feminine juices even dripping down to the floor below.

Realising she was going to be late for the mission, Mordred quickly pulled her panties and lycra leggings up her legs. Wanting to make sure Ritsuka couldn’t escape without her permission, she tugged her underwear as deep into her vagina they would go until every crease was as visible as a mountain ridge on a topographic map. With her clothes back on, she pulled her skirt back down over her intimate regions and made her way out of the toilet.

Her legs weakened with each step as her insides gently caressed the foreign body inside of her, her juices generously lathering him up. Mordred’s usual walk turned into a slight hobble as she got used to walking with a tiny man squirming inside of her. This mission wasn’t going to be easy but it was going to be worth it, he already felt amazing and she couldn’t wait to see how he felt when she was really on the go.