Chapter 464 - Downfall of the Husband by Bad_Ends

Gloria laid in bed, counting spots on the ceiling and ruminating on the same predicament she'd awoken to every morning for the last five years. Her husband, snoring softly in bed beside her, had left her unsatisfied. Once again she found herself awake, alone and irritated at the tent her morningwood pitched so diligently.

She loved her husband so dearly, but the little thing was half her height at most, and her particularly generous endowment meant that without a miracle of physiology like a complete reorganizing of his intestines, it hurt him far too much to take her entire length. Even at his most enthusiastic, he could barely wrap his lips around the hefty tip of her cock without complaining. And he hadn't scrounged up that much gusto in so long...

She looked at her erection, wrinkling her nose as she prepared to handle it herself, just as she had so many mornings before. But then her dutiful, inadequate husband yawned and rolled to his back, mouth opening unexpectedly wide before resuming his snores, and Gloria paused.

Why should he sleep soundly and leave her to deal with his failings as a husband? And sure, he complained about the pain, but occasionally, if he was drunk enough, he could be made to swallow almost her entire girthy pole, a moment of erotic bliss he didn't seem to value as much as she did. More than once, it had dislocated his jaw, or left him limping, but he'd always recovered, well enough. And lately he'd outright refused to even touch it, insinuating it was disgusting or grotesque. Frankly, it was selfish of him to deny her, gross incompetence in the face of husbandly responsibilities.

A moment later she shifted herself, kneeling just above his head, her impressive dick pulsing eagerly as it dangled over him. Gloria licked her lips and steeled herself. It was time to take what she was owed.

Right as her small spouse opened wide for another deep breath, she slipped her fat cockhead between his lips, wedging them open and immediately filling his cheeks. Gloria moaned in pleasure at the inviting warmth of her husband's mouth, but just as quickly hit resistance. She let out a frustrated huff and then pushed just a bit more, pressing against the weak muscles attempting to block her entry into the enticing depths of his throat.

Panicked gagging broke her focus as her husband woke up, her needed cock crammed painfully in his strained jaw. Gloria gasped and grabbed his arms, pinning them under her legs and leaving the small man helpless with her dick still beating against the entrance to his throat.

"Oh, uh, good morning darling! I'm sure this is confusing but--mmph--just breathe through your nose, okay?"

The squirming, struggling figure beneath her made muffled pleas, but Gloria would not be denied any longer. Her cock finally made excruciating progress, forcing open the sphincter of his esophagus and inching down his trembling throat.

"Don't panic sweetheart, it will only take longer. You're doing so good, we're already past the hardest part!"

Gloria lied to her husband, a little frustrated she was doing so much of the work for so little reward, but she knew positive reinforcement was the key to training him, rewarding the behaviors she wanted to continue and praising his efforts, no matter how meager and pathetic.

"Show me how much you love me darling, relax that throat and share your body with your wife!"

From beneath her package she felt a deep inhale, and then her progress down her husband's throat slowly improved. Gloria moaned in pleasure and squatted tight and low, relentlessly driving her cock deeper into his warm, wet embrace. Through miserable gurgles and gags, her sad husband had finally swallowed nearly all her shaft, and she felt good enough to draw back and begin leisurely pumping in and out of his esophagus, inching deeper with each thrust. As she nearly bottomed out inside her little man, she imagined her cock plunging into his stomach, smacking against the walls of his scrawny abs from within.

Gloria, despite her patience, could not remain so lackadaisical for long. Her tempo gradually increased, all protest and panic from her cocksleeve ignored in the process. Soon enough her heavy, bloated balls blew their first load, slamming into the mattress just short of her husband's face as she flooded his stomach in a breathless gasp.

"Oh god, honey--you're--uungh--you're so much more, more useful this way, d-d-don't you t-think? I'm--yesyesyes--I'm g-gonna--FUCK--I'm gonna empty all my love inside you ohgodyes ohyeeeessFUUUUCK!!"

Years of neglect bottled within Gloria's substantial glands surged down her shaft and dumped into the cause of her woes, her whimpering husband's stretched digestive tract. Jet after jet of cum spewed from her cock, creamy ball-batter filling his guts like a hydrant filled a hose, hysteria gripping her worthless husband.

Wave after wave of pleasure struck, each accompanied by a geyser of semen forced into her spouse-sheath's straining stomach. Lost in orgasmic euphoria, Gloria didn't notice the trickle of cum leaking from her husband's ass, nor did she see it swell with each additional deposit until every spray of cum from her cock was accompanied by an identical jet of jizz from his rear. When she finally did spot it, she did not stop her manic thrusting, only blamed her husband for his inadequacies.

"It's--nngrh--your fault, I'm so backed up, we--uungh--you'll have to help me release it all, so this won't--shugh--won't happen again."

For twenty relentless minutes Gloria continued pounding her helpless husband's throat, doing her best to feed him every ounce of blue-balled buildup he'd allowed to accumulate over the years. Sweating, she finally stopped, caught her breath, and stood up on the bed, dragging him by the obstruction still lodged halfway down his throat. He found himself kneeling behind her plentiful posterior, mouth still grotesquely distended around his wife's cock. Gloria looked back at him over her shoulder, seeing the mess of the cum-soaked bed, the cum dropping down her thighs and the semen smearing his face, and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Ew. You made a big mess, hubby. Clean me up and we can go again, I've got plenty more unload."

Her husband whimpered around the throat blockage, too terrified of his wife to deny her, but viscerally aware of his agonizingly bloated belly.

Gloria extricated herself from her husband's slimy mouth, and gently stroked her cock while she enjoyed his little hands dutifully cleaning her ass and thighs. A towel touched her, and irritation flashed in her head. Why should he clean up the mess he made with a towel, when it was all supposed to go inside him? Gloria looked haughtily back over her shoulder, ignored his dangerously swollen stomach and corrected his failure once again.

"No, honey, use your mouth. All of this mess was supposed to go inside you, and that's where you're going to put it. If you can't fit anymore, go empty yourself in the toilet and get back to work. I want to be ready for another round in five minutes."

It took him two trips of shuffling to the restroom, unloading a bellyful of ball-batter, returning to slurp up all the mess of escaped semen and splattered excess from his wife, and shuffling back to the restroom before the task was complete. Throughout his efforts, Gloria had cooed at him, telling him he'd done such a good job, and after he finished cleaning up she knew he'd do better and never let a mess like that happen again. He licked the final dollop of bitter, cooled semen from her prodigious ballsack, and opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

The plea never escaped his lips, as she reached down and yanked him up by an arm, cutting him off before it could begin.

"Thank you so much for your hard work this morning, honey. Things are going to change around here, but for now, we still have some work to do. I have something to help you this time around though!"

Gloria watched her meek husband melt in her grip, her praise obviously effective, cutting off complaints she knew were on the tip of his tongue.

I'll have to keep that tongue occupied so he doesn't have time to whine, Gloria thought to herself before shoving her worn panties in his mouth. Her husband might need help staying quiet for their next bout of sexy time.

His sore jaws were far too weak to expel the wadded ball of underwear jammed within, and Gloria's demanding glare made him wilt in her firm grasp. He looked at her with pathetic eyes, silently begging her for freedom when he noticed an earthy, bitter taste in his mouth. His huge, beautiful wife had shoved her dirty underwear in his mouth, and he could taste the remnants of her loud, heavy farts trapped in the fabric. Vigor returned, and he wriggled in her grip, attempting a lame bid for freedom.

"I know you're nervous honey, but you should be excited too! I know I am! We're going to try something we haven't tried in a good long while! You even lubed me up so much with your saliva, it should be much easier than before!"

Gloria smiled pleasantly at her husband as color drained from his face. The grim reality of his future was dawning slowly, and then he was kicking wildly, flailing for any edge to escape his massive, aroused wife.

His feeble attempts delayed her by seconds at most, and shortly his arms and knees were bound tight to his chest with a belt, any hope of escape extinguished. Contorted like so, he was practically a fleshlight for his colossal wife, ass exposed and vulnerable to the bulging cock currently pressed lightly against his sphincter.

"Stay loose, honey, and this will be over soon enough."

He cried into his gag, but no amount of preparation would make it easy for his ass to take her cock. Her tip plunged in like a spear, seeking his hot depths with eager tenacity. His sphincter put up pitiful resistance before yielding to her, the thick head of her cock sliding inside with a pop, gasp, and scream, from his anus, her mouth, and his throat respectively.

"Fuuuuck..."

Gloria whispered to herself as her husband's tight hole squeezed every inch of her cock she could fit inside. With all its might it resisted her intrusion, but without the distraction (or consideration) of her husband's wailing, Gloria continued unabated. His body's paltry resistance could hardly slow her advance, let alone prevent it, and as she sank inch after inch into his guts, she came to enjoy that resistance, both in sensation and significance. Her inadequate husband couldn't stop her from taking what she needed from him, and his attempts to reject her only gave her pleasant pressure, enhancing the experience.

"Oh honey... I should have made you my cocksleeve years ago. This is going to save our marriage. Shh shh shhh... this is perfect, dear. I hope you're ready for the rest of our lives together, the way it always should have been."

Savoring the frantic spasms of his stretched colon around her cock, Gloria began planning their new future together. Her husband didn't work and had hardly any money of his own, thanks to her own highly paid career, so there'd be little to change there. A new department opened last year, and they always needed well-endowed women like her... it was a dream position, but her little hubby had guilted her into staying put, saying the department's experiments were "inhumane and immoral". They were making the perfect sextoys, and the girls in that section were always so cheerful and vibrant.

Gloria pushed her cock in deeper, straightening her cocksleeve's colon one inch at a time as she envisioned the future. She'd take the new offer, and keep her hushed at home. He might need to be broken in first, to understand how things would be from now on, but she thought she could take a week off and train him. Her boss would understand, the woman had been trying to persuade Gloria to do so for years at this point.

Then there were the kids of course. Stacey was at college and still dropped by often, but as she was similarly endowed like her mother, it wouldn't take much convincing to get her on board. She'll probably even want to partake soon enough. But Kye, her youngest, he was already so small, even smaller than her husband. She wanted to make sure he would understand the change and that she would always love him, but she couldn't keep the truth hidden forever.

He loves me, he's always been a mama's boy, I know he'll understand, Gloria thought to herself. A tingling on the tip of her cock distracted her planning and she refocused on her impaled spouse-sleeve, her length nearly buried entirely within him, his guts rearranged so thoroughly that she imagined herself entering his stomach from the opposite direction this time. The idea brought a laugh to her right along with the steady, erotic sensations.

Her utter triumph lit a dazzling smile on Gloria's face, and she beamed down at her restrained husband. The future was bright, but right now, she needed a bit more stroking. She began pumping her hole-husband up and down, working his body like a pocket pussy while she bucked her hips in rhythm. Even though he weighed practically nothing, she gradually worked up a sweaty sheen, biting her lip with the pleasure of the first good fuck in a long time.

"Oh lord honey, you are just so good and tight, I can't wait to break you in until you're my perfect little cocktoy, we're going to have so much fun together."

Gloria spent the better part of two hours relentlessly pounding her husband's anus, pummeling his prostate into oblivion. The first time he came from her pumping, squirting a tiny puff of jizz from his finger-sized penis, she cooed encouragement to him.

"See sweetheart? This will be good for both of us, I'll make sure my little cocksock cums plenty as long as he's a good boy. That means no spilling, good cumdumps take big loads and don't waste a drop. You don't want me to have to imagine punishments if you're bad, do you?"

Gloria knew her pathetic little penis prop would require heaps of training and she'd already conceived plenty of punishments, but there was no harm in letting him assume she believed in him.

She injected load after load into him, taking him to the toilet and squeezing her semen out of him several times. By the end of their session, her sobbing spouse was so broken in that she merely whispered "cum" into his ear and his little dick would spasm and jerk, trying to shoot out sperm that his tiny balls hadn't produced yet.

Unfortunately for him, when she pulled her sopping panties from his mouth after freeing his limbs and dumping the last assful of sperm into the toilet, cum spilled from his mouth in a series of wet coughs. Irritation flickered across her face at his ingratitude, and Gloria formulated the perfect punishment for his disrespect.

"I'm sorry honey, but I warned you, good cumdumps don't spill. As punishment, I think it's only fair that you clean up this toilet, since you couldn't contain it like you were supposed to. Oh, no darling, not by flushing. You're going to drink all of it. Well the toilet was mostly clean before, and now it's just sperm and water. It should be easier than it was before. Here, I'll motivate you."

Using one sole, shoved her feeble husband's head in the toilet, which was stuffed to the rim with her recycled jizz. He gurgled and gasped as he tried to push up against her foot, but even the weight of her just resting her heel on his head was too much for him to resist, unable to free himself beneath the mass of one leg. Seconds later she heard loud gulping, and watched his throat throb and bob as he sucked down her diluted cum. She removed her heel from his head and let him take a gasp of air, cooing approval as he coughed slick semen from his lungs.

"Good job darling, you can do it. Stay motivated so I don't need to discipline you anymore, okay? And try and appreciate the flavor, you'll be getting a lot more of it from now on and I think learning to enjoy it now will be better for both of us."

Gloria stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes, "motivating" her cumguzzler one more time before warning him she better not hear a flush or there would be severe consequences.

"I can't keep a semen-sucker who doesn't swallow my loads, after all."

She was pleased with his panicked reaction to her stern tone, as awful reality had clearly set for her toilet cleaner. Gloria stepped away to grab her laptop and phone, returning to the restroom with a chair to work while he gagged and swallowed. She pulled his head out of the toilet and made him face her phone for a selfie, with the sperm-stuffed toilet in the background.

Gloria shoved his head back in and sat in her chair, propping her feet on his back to remind him she was still watching. She looked at the photo, her smiling face next to her cum-drunk, jizz-stained husband's haunted stare, the toilet looming in the background awaiting his attention. A grin blossomed on her lips and she set it as her new home screen before texting her supervisor about the transfer.

So glad you're moving to our team! What happened, did hubby finally change his mind?

Gloria sent the new picture, and responded Well, I woke up and just decided I needed a change. He took it fairly well, but it'll take some time to get him used to our new arrangement. He's currently slurping down all the backed-up loads he couldn't hold in earlier.

A moment later her cell rang, and between submerged gulps, her husband heard half of a life-changing conversation.

"Good morning Sue, did you like the picture?... Oh, he's still working on it, I didn't set a time limit, it's a bit much for him to handle right now... There's a program for this? Really? I had no idea... Oh, that'd be nice, send over the info if you can, I'd love to flip through for inspiration. Mhmm... Diet? The company studied that? And what were the results?... Wow, that's fantastic! I had no idea! Oh that's going to make this even easier... Uh-huh. No, I hadn't thought of that... Really? All the girls? Incredible, the company is even better than I thought! That's wonderful news!... Try what? Oh, I don't know... They studied that too? And That?? Wow, I don't know if he can handle it right now, but... well I'm not ruling it out... Mhmm... I'd love to... of course... Would you mind if I started next week? I'd like to... Oh you're the best! Thanks Sue, I'll see you and the girls next week! Of course I'll send you pictures! Okay, bye now, can't wait!"

Gloria hummed happily as she hung up, and leaned over her hubby to check his progress as she spoke in a sing-song.

"Guess who just got their dream job! I'm going to be on the cutting edge of performance modification and enhancement research at the company! They gave me a whole two weeks of paid vacation to complete our home program and give me spin-up time to be ready for work, but I'm so excited I might start right away if your progress is good! And Sue gave me some excellent ideas to galvanize you to greatness! How exciting!"

Gloria could hardly contain her glee by the end, and her miserable husband was afraid to do anything but swallow, lest she shove his head under again. She sat back and opened her laptop, typing away and sipping iced tea until her hubby sat back nearly an hour later, exhausted, bloated, task completed.

"Good job honey, I knew you had it in you! Well, now you have it in you at least! We've used the whole morning and then some already, so it's time to start dinner. I see you're stuffed already, so I'll cook, but you can help! This will be more training too, and I'm sure you'll do better than before, now that I'm not so backed up anymore."

There was no opportunity for protest or debate before they were both in the kitchen, Gloria working the cutting board while her husband knelt between her knees, her cock firmly lodged down his throat. She was gently rocking to and fro, using his gagging throat to slowly milk herself as she prepared dinner. She ignored a whimper and gurgle from below, but sighed in bliss when her cock swallower's tongue slipped out and frantically flicked her ballsack. When the frenetic slurps grew more desperate, she finally looked down at her cumdump's face and spotted her jizz running from his nostrils and spilling from the corners of his mouth. Her hubby's hands were bound behind his back, of course, so all he could do to alert her was choke and hope she saw his pleading eyes."Oh, looks like you're full again. We'll have to train up your capacity honey, I want you to be my semen septic tank, not a one-load condom. Go spit it in the big bowl and get back in position. You can finish it later while we have dinner."

Her cumsack obeyed, retching repeatedly until his stomach had expunged the gallons of rich cum. He crawled to his wife and began kissing her hanging monster, trying to please her without her cock clogging her throat again. He barely registered the disappointed click of her tongue above before she roughly filled him with her shaft again. Gloria looked down with a stony face and scolded her wimpy cockwarmer.

"I hope you didn't forget about your punishment for spilling. I didn't want to do this so soon, but maybe if I give you something easier to swallow you'll have a tolerable performance."

Her supervisor Sue had shared with her that the company had tested many male's ability to not only swallow the products of a healthy futa woman, but survive off their bodily by-products alone. They'd tested a diet of cum, piss, and even... more, and found the healthiest males could survive off all three without any additional sustenance. Gloria didn't know if she could subject her hubby to all three, but he would certainly be getting a steady diet of cum, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to test his response to some urine. The knowledge that it wouldn't permanently hurt him helped her finalize the decision.

Her hapless hubby tensed on his wife's thick cock, awaiting his punishment. The scalding jet of piss she injected directly into his stomach still surprised him. He could feel the torrent of urine rushing through her urethra, down his throat, and dumping with a splash into his guts. Her cum had stretched his belly several times already, but her piss did the same much faster. The bloating was rapid and painful, and when his stomach hit its limit, the sphincter separating it from his intestines surrendered, and her scorching pee filled those as well. The agonizing flow subsided just as he felt like a balloon full of piss, about to burst with the pressure. He could feel it in every crevice of his body, and he realized if she had peed even an ounce more it would have gone to the only empty space left, his lungs. The idea of drowning in his wife's piss chilled him to the bone, but his abject misery prevented him from wallowing in pity. As it was, he clenched his ass and held his breath, struggling to hold every drop of her piss inside.

Gloria had the opposite experience, feeling a relief almost as euphoric as blowing her load as she poured her bladder into her subjugated hubtoilet. Her eyes rolled back as she sighed in pleasure, suddenly wishing she hadn't framed this to her husband as a punishment, but a requirement.

Oh well, he's terrible at everything, I'm sure I'll have plenty of reasons to use him like this again, Gloria thought, biting her lip and humming softly. Maybe later this week I'll try feeding him the OTHER way... Sue did say it would be good for him, after all.

Gloria finally pinched off her flow, the last dregs of her bladder now comfortably deposited within her cumtoilet. Unaware of her husband's proximity to popping, all she could think about was how hot the experience had been. Her cock stiffened as she pictured how thoroughly she'd just dominated her husband, and when she looked down at his teary eyes, her cheeks pulled her lips to a menacing smile. He'd neglected her for years, and now she'd make sure she made up for lost time. This was just the interest on his debts.

Gloria started gently pumping into her cocksock again, laughing at the faint sloshing sounds she heard as he jiggled. She was almost done with dinner when Kye came home, but he didn't even glance at the kitchen before heading to his room, straight to his computer. Gloria's mood soured slightly at her youngest's attitude, but it quickly bounced back as another load was gently milked from her by her cockholster.

Mercifully for her husband, this load was the very first to be significantly smaller than the rest, and his body had absorbed just enough pee to prevent the extra few jets of thick girlcream from rupturing his stomach lining like a fault in a dam.

The door opened again, and their eldest daughter Stacey entered. Kye took after his father, but somehow even smaller, whereas Stacey took after her mother, a curvy bombshell with a package nearly as large. Her blonde highlights were the easiest way to discern the gorgeous young woman from her mother.

"Ugh finally, that day sucked. I can't wait for exams to be through so I can finally--whoa mom! Is that dad? You finally made the jump, huh?"

Gloria turned and smiled happily at her eldest daughter, two semesters from graduating a prestigious university and landing a dream job. Stacey had tossed her bag on the kitchen island and sat at the breakfast bar before she noticed her diminutive father between her mother's legs. Gloria was wearing nothing but her cooking apron, so her ass had been as free as her balls, but the family was used to nudity, as normal as brushing teeth to them.

"Your father and I reevaluated our relationship this morning, and now he's adjusting to his new position. We're staying together and going to be stronger than ever, but I'll be home for the next two weeks training him to make the change easier. I got a promotion too, and I can't wait to start!"

"Hell yeah mom! Fuck his face bigtime, my friends and I all agree you should have done this a long time ago. Can I use him when you're done? It'd be great to bust a nut in his guts while I study."

"Sweetheart, don't be so vulgar! Your father and I are just... evolving our relationship. We still love and respect each other very much as husband and wife. And as for 'busting a nut'... not yet honey. Maybe next week, when he's in a better place. Don't worry though, once he's fully trained and I go back to work, I'll need your help to keep him fed and cared for!"

"Awww mom, come on, so I have to be the only one who doesn't get to shoot fat ropes in his face? Ugh... fine."

Her daughter leaned over the counter to look into her father's eyes, exhilaration lighting her own.

"Hear that, Daddy? We're gonna be the perfect family, two goddesses and one cum-guzzling cocktoy! As soon as Mom says you're ready, I'm going to make that mouth my shit receptical!"

Gloria may have rolled her eyes at her over-eager daughter, but she couldn't deny the girl's vision of the future made her cock twitch. Soon enough the three of them were seated at the table, two heaping plates for the ladies and one massive bowl of cum for the jizz drinker. The expelled semen had cooled and congealed quite a bit, and every thick mouthful was now followed by a distressingly heavy gulp.

"Mom, I'm glad you've got him on the 'all-cum' diet now, but why is he eating at the table? It's kinda gross watching him gag every time, and even if it wasn't, he's your knob-gobbling cumdump now. I think his place is on the floor, more like a pet than a person."

Stacey was lying, slightly. The sight of her former father practically weeping as he gorged his bloated belly on mouthful after mouthful of bitter, curdled cum was actually incredibly hot, and her cock was rock hard under the table. But the wretched sight just made her want to humiliate him more, and what better way than having him eat like a dog beneath them.

Gloria paused for a moment, grimacing at her husband's struggle with her clumpy cum, and decided.

"You're right sweetie, or at least not wrong. He's still your father, and a valued member of this family, but his new purpose does call for a new position I think. Come on honey, under the table. If you're good I'll even make sure you get dessert."

The half-finished bowl of ejaculate was taken and placed on the floor under the table. It only took a single glare from Gloria to silence any protest, and soon her husband was on his knees, scooping up her semen from the bowl and slogging it down his gullet. Stacey looked under the table and snickered, before using her feet to shove his face into the bowl, just as her mother had shoved him in the toilet earlier.

"Like a dog, Dad! No hands allowed!"

After a short burst of muffled protest, Gloria settled the issue, propping her own feet up on his back aside her daughter's.

"Humor her, honey. She's just sore she won't get to utilize your services right away."

Her father didn't see Stacey stick out her tongue as she wiggled her heels atop him, but he could feel her scorn as he suffered through his supper.

After dinner, Gloria watched a movie with her husband, Stacey opting to head upstairs and share the good news with her friends and "plan out Kye's future." Her mother chuckled, plopping her legs across her hubby's lap.

"It's so precious how excited she is. She'll be trouble for whatever poor boy finally catches her attention, especially once he'll be competing against whatever she trains Kye to be. Go ahead and rub my feet, honey."

He began rubbing her huge-to-him soles, sinking into the couch and enjoying a return to a slightly more normal intimacy. The nightmare of a day seemed to be over, and he was convinced that if he made it to bed, everything would return to normal tomorrow. Unfortunately for the perpetually luckless spouse, ten minutes into the movie, the seductive bombshell spy sat on an assailant's face, spouting a quip as she smothered him unconscious.

From his periphery, he spotted his wife's cock twitch, and slowly inflate. He dug into her sole harder, trying to pull her attention away, but Gloria licked his lips and settled her gaze upon him.

"Honey... you know what we haven't done in a while?"

Like a deer in the path of a speeding semi, he froze and waited for impact.

"You've done a wonderful job with my cock, and I know your butt enjoyed itself as well... but my poor behind didn't get to have any fun at all today. I think I'd enjoy our movie night if you gave her a kiss."

She sat on his face, pulling his body between her thighs as she looked back over her shoulder at his buried facade. Gloria lifted just enough to ensure they shared eye contact as she issued her orders.

"Use that talented tongue darling, and lick like your life depends on it."

The cruelty of her smirk undercut her playful tone, and fear filled his bones before his wife's heavy haunches slammed his face into the couch cushions. He did indeed lick like his life was at stake, slurping noisily while he fought for just enough stolen gasps to stay conscious. If she said anything to him throughout, he didn't hear her, entombed under the mountain of her soft flesh.

Gloria enjoyed her sphincter-shiner's efforts, reminiscing on her husband's persistent efforts to pleasure her with his mouth when they'd been dating. But only a few years after marriage, she'd had to practically beg him to even kiss her buttcheeks, let alone bury himself in the tender recesses of her buttocks like he was now. She enjoyed his tiny tongue tracing her anus, a sensory tingle traveling across sensitive nerves and up her spine in a wave of rapture. Soon enough the sensation trickled down again, stirring her cock to a full erection from the chub she'd developed prior.

The femme fatale onscreen was engaged in another melee, dancing between attackers and subduing them between squeezing thighs and swinging legs. Gloria began touching herself just as the agent jerked her hips and snapped the neck of a man she'd trapped under her, begging for mercy.

Gloria let her weighty shaft rest on her husband's exposed stomach, smiling at the contrast before pumping again in earnest. Her popcorn bucket was nearby, and it wasn't long before she applied those final, frenetic strokes and sprayed a fire hose of fresh cum over the remaining kernels.

She sighed in relief as the pleasure subsided, letting the bucket catch the final drips of jizz from her tip. She put the bucket aside for later, and looked down at her asslicker's body between her thighs. Each powerful quad was thicker than his frail frame, and she was certain she could squeeze him flatter than pancakes between them if she wanted. His arms were reaching around but hardly even escaped the shadow of her ass, let alone encircle it. She wiggled happily on his face for a moment, and laughed when his tiny cock flopped between his legs while his body wiggled with her.

He's been such a good sport today, considering how sad he is, Gloria thought, eyeballing his flaccid winkie. I need to provide some positive reinforcement, like a considerate wife.

Her husband, delirious from oxygen deprivation as he felt his grasp on consciousness slip more each minute, felt his wife's rough caress of his genitals right away. The thick fog of arousal crowded his mind just as her hips lifted slightly, allowing him one large breath before engulfing him again. Unbeknownst to her, Gloria had never been particularly good at handjobs, at least for her husband. Her hands were too large and powerful, and she often misjudged the pressure, squeezing his dick far harder than most would consider acceptable. But after so many years together, he'd become accustomed to her abrasive efforts, and even enjoyed them to an extent, not wanting to make his lovely wife feel self-conscious.

So now, as she brutalized his cock while suffocating him, it took his body only moments to recognize the sensation, and precious few more to react. Added to that the hypoxic state of his mind, and it was no surprise to find his body bucking of its own accord in her grip, squirting out his own meager load, hardly even able to enjoy it.

Gloria took her hubby's near-instant ejaculation as tacit approval of the day's results, and smiled to herself, confident in her decisions. She stayed atop him for only a few minutes more before freeing him, cooing once more about his performance.

"You did such a great job today honey, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself too. I prepared you a treat, just like I promised! You can eat it while we finish Lethal Lady Legs 2, and then we'll hit the hay."

Her husband's dizzied expression rose, then fell when he spotted his "treat", the cum-soaked bucket of soggy popcorn, but Gloria cleared her throat and watched him expectantly, so he shot her an anxious smile and started his dessert. Throughout, the woman on screen dominated every encounter she fought, killing nameless goons left and light every which way with her accurately-named lethal legs. The big bad of the movie was the only one to avoid meeting an end between her legs, though his fate was arguably worse.

Longdong, the phallus-focused villain of the film, had Ladylegs, the heroine, at the wrong end of a suspiciously penis-shaped pistol.

"It's the climax of our conflict, Ladylegs, and you didn't bring a condom!"

His maniacal laughter was cut short when Ladylegs kicked the gun from his hands, knocked him onto a table, snagged a nearby cock-shaped rocket, and shoved the tip right inside her enemy's asshole.

"Looks like you've been caught with your pants down, Longdong," she snarked.

She set off the missile and dove behind cover, while the campy antagonist screamed and rocketed into the air disappearing in a comically cheap explosion. To the handsome hapless love interest she freed from his bonds, she made her final quip.

"He should have known not to get in a dick-measuring contest with me. Mine's always bigger."

Gloria seemed to enjoy the film far more than her husband, saying it's nice to see a positive role model for young women. Her husband nodded, suppressing a salty cum-belch. The nightly routine was far more mundane, washing faces, brushing teeth, and slipping into bed next to each other.

"Goodnight honey, thank you for being such a trooper. I had a wonderful day with you."

He nodded quietly in response, exhausted and already drifting to sleep, still praying that the nightmare would end tomorrow.

Gloria leaned down to her tuckered husband to kiss him goodnight. She aimed for his tiny lips, but turned at the last moment to kiss his forehead.

Well... I wouldn't kiss my toilet seat no matter how much I cleaned it, she thought, looking at her husband's thoroughly used mouth. I'm sure he won't mind. Then she rolled over, content with the results of an excellent day. 

------X------ 

 Exhausted by yesterday's events, he'd slept like a dead man, which is why he awoke when a heavy liquid splashed into his stomach. Gloria's cocksock snapped his eyes open and found the same view of yesterday, his wife's weighty ballsack smothering his face as her meaty pipe stretched his throat. He could feel her urethra pulsing inside him, spurting jet after jet of jizz into his belly. He struggled and gurgled around the obstruction, panicking about another day like yesterday as much as the lack of air.

"Oh you're awake honey! You looked so cute this morning I just couldn't help myself. And your body even let you sleep until I shot a load in you, how wonderful! You're adapting already!"

Gloria pumped a few extra strokes, topping him off before withdrawing. She let the head of her cock linger on his tongue, caressing one final trickle onto his tastebuds.

"Keep that in your mouth and let's take a shower together. You can acclimate to the flavor and we can have a nice steamy start to another exciting day!"

That last little dribble of cum was still enough to fill her hubby's cum-catching cheeks to their limit, and the task of keeping the thick, creamy liquid in his mouth seemed destined to fail. And any such infraction would be punished, no matter how small. If he'd learned nothing else, he'd certainly learned that.

They'd stopped showering together years and years ago, as Gloria liked the water nearly scalding compared to her hubby's preference. He was also well aware of her propensity for masturbation in the shower, and combined with his newfound duties, his imagination spiraled as she led him to the bathroom. Cum-stretched cheeks prevented any protestations.

The shower started simple enough, if a bit uncomfortable. There was only a single showerhead, and with the water practically boiling, Gloria's husband had the choice to either stand in the stream and suffer, or shiver in the cold. Stepping beneath the steaming spout would also mean standing directly in front of his colossal wife and her meaty tool, so he opted to stay in the cold behind her and hope she forgot about him.

The prayers of the pitiful would not be answered today.

"Oh honey, would you mind scrubbing my back? I can't quite reach, and I'd love your help."

With a devious smile over her shoulder, Gloria handed her trembling spouse a lathered washcloth, waiting for his attention. Her chipmunk-cheeked husband darted forward and began working his wife's broad back.

More responsive and obedient already, Gloria thought, appraising his progress. I can't wait to see how much he changes after another week!

She did notice that her petite penis-polisher could hardly reach her shoulders, even on his tiptoes. The scrawny man had always been small, and Gloria was tall by any standard, let alone for being a woman. Sometimes she practically felt like a different species from her diminutive lover. Or maybe like one of those animals where the female was bigger and stronger than the males, although she didn't feel the same desire some of those species did to eat their mates. Yet.

"Mmm... lower honey, I think I missed a spot on my rear. Be a darling and give it a look, would you?"

Her tease had a sly chime to it, and she felt him reluctantly obey, washcloth sliding across her expansive ass.

"Let me help, love."

Gloria grasped her cheeks and spread them, then thrust back and captured her hubby's face between. A few steps, one adjustment to the shower head and she had his head pinned against the glass, water comfortably splashing down her chest, and her cock in her hand, ready for action.

She felt hubby's tentative tongue against her anus, gently tasting her target. For a moment Gloria was annoyed, desiring the full-fledged sphincter-shining she'd received last night, or maybe even the enthusiastic ass-eating he'd done for her when they'd first fallen in love. She'd fallen so hard for the tiny thing partially because he worshiped her, he was obsessed with her, and had done anything and everything to please her at any opportunity. His pathetic rimjob at the moment was an irritating reminder of how far she'd allowed his affections to fall.

Then she remembered he had a mouthful of cum he couldn't swallow, and this was probably the most he could use his tongue without risk of spilling. Gloria's ire subsided, but she wanted that sensation while she enjoyed a stroke in the shower. She looked over her shoulder at her husband, trying not to laugh when she saw his frantic eyes blinking under the deluge of water cascading down her back.

"Just do your best honey. I'll do the rest."

Gloria had been about to permit him to swallow, but then decided she could get what she wanted without allowing him a break. She really just wanted sensation back there while she stroked, and so when she rocked her hips up slightly, her asslicker's pinned face became a stationary post she could use to scratch that itch, like a bear used a tree.

Her hips oscillated up and down as her hands pumped her shaft, responding to the lovely feeling of her trapped hubby's face dragged across her asshole again and again. He did not share her arousal, fighting for his life as her buttocks slammed into and over him again and again, smothering and dousing him in runoff in alternating fits, the pressure gradually increasing as his powerful wife approached her orgasm. The bucking of her hips grew strong enough that he feared a concussion as his head knocked against the thick glass again and again.

She battered and bruised his face as her tempo increased, and his consciousness began slipping in tiny bursts and beats. Gloria panted and moaned, feeling the hard ball of her hubby's skull against the muscles of her sphincter like a massage for her tender tissues. Her balls tensed and she thrust her hips back, slamming her ass against the glass without regard, her husband as unresponsive as she was unconcerned. She almost screamed, her asstoy's face nearly slipping inside her as her cock finally erupted, explosions of cum painting the opposing wall of the shower in rope after rope of thick cream.

Her knees were shaky from the exertion as she panted, gradually calming her heart rate. She stepped forward finally and was surprised to find her hubby's face still stuck deep in the confines of her asscheeks, his body dragging limply behind.

"Oh, my adorable little husband just got so excited that he fainted, hmm? Wake up honey, you still have to slurp up my cum before it gets washed away! You are my cumdrain after all."

Gloria pulled her buttwipe's head from its vice, and immediately scowled as she saw her morning ejaculate spilling from his slack jaw, his eyes rolled back as his body started seizing.

"Honey! How could you! You only had one job, and I took it easy on you! It's like you just want to be punished!"

She slapped her husband in frustration, and immediately gasped despite his continued unconsciousness.

"Oh I'm so sorry honey, I didn't mean that, I just want you to do well, and it's hard to see you fail when I know you can do it! I don't ever want to be forced to do that again!"

She was lightly shaking her husband as she apologized, and his eyes fluttered awake a few seconds later. Cheek stinging, he looked at her with confusion, and began babbling incoherently. Gloria acted as if the slap and her apology had not happened and spoke over his rambles.

"Thank you for a lovely shower, my darling. Unfortunately you weren't able to keep my morning gift in your mouth like I asked, and I am very upset about it. I'll have to think of a suitable punishment. For now, you need to clean up the rest of my spunk before it escapes down the drain."

Her husband teetered for a moment, disoriented and still mumbling nonsense, so Gloria gently but firmly pushed him to his hands and knees and nudged his face into her puddle of cum with her foot. Some aspect of his training had apparently sunk deep already, as he began lapping the pool of white cream with dazed, unfocused eyes. Satisfied, Gloria returned to scrubbing herself clean and enjoying the steamy water.

Her slurping cumsponge gradually regained awareness, coughing out water as it fell off his wife's looming body and over his active mouth. He had just enough presence of mind to position his head in front of the drain, attempting to catch her slick cum as it slowly washed towards him in the downfall of water. About half the pile disappeared down his gullet into his bloated belly amid occasional burps as he tried hopelessly to keep up with the flow, and then he felt his wife's foot rest gently on one cheek. He attempted to lightly lift his head, but the pressure only increased, pinning him to the floor, one cheek against the tile as the other was smushed under her sole.

Gloria had finished cleaning herself, and been watching her hubby when a familiar urge stirred within. She thought about it, another base need she often addressed in the shower, and looked down at her pathetic little cum cleaner. He was dutifully meeting her needs at the moment. It was his responsibility now, after all. She placed a foot on his face, and squashed his tiny resistance. His mouth was between the bubbling batch of cum and the drain, lips ready to catch the flow. Gloria grabbed her weighty cock, and aimed at the pile of sperm.

"I'm going to give you some help, dear. Now, remember your job. You're my little cum drain, catch every last drop."

Her hubby was confused beneath her, wondering if he hadn't been moving fast enough, or if this was his punishment for passing out under her anal assault earlier. Then from the blind spot above him, a heavy yellow stream splashed into the bits of cum still stuck to the wall, power-washing it down to the pool beneath. His eyes went almost as wide as his mouth as he understood, watching the yellow flood of his wife's piss wash her thick cum towards his waiting lips.

Gloria's bladder had more than enough to flush her spilled semen down her cumdrain, something she had done on her own many dozens of times before. Even so, she was certain to carefully direct her stream, watching the tide of her urine carry her cum directly to her pinned sub's gaping mouth. She let out a satisfied grin as she listened to the series of garbled, choking swallows beneath her foot.

Her convulsing cock cleaner struggled, the yellow tide too fast for him to ingest, and it pooled in front of him, rising piss and sperm stinging his eye and seeping into his nose. He suppressed his coughing as best he could, afraid it would only worsen his struggles, or that the violent jerks would have him snap his own neck under his wife's merciless foot. Somehow this nightmare was every bit as bad as nearly drowning in the toilet bowl of cum she'd forced his face into yesterday. How could he have fallen so far, what did he do to deserve this treatment from the wife who'd vowed to be by his side "til death do you part"?

Strangely, he felt that this same task had been easier when his wife had just buried her thick cock in his throat. Despite the pain, she'd deposited everything directly inside him, bypassing his will entirely. Being used that way was somehow... easier than subjecting himself to this agonizing effort, even if it stripped away his freedom. Nonetheless, he persevered, twisting his lips for insignificant gulps of air between deep, stifling gulps of her yellow cream flood. His eyes rolled back as his body shut down every reflex not involved in swallowing, and he became Gloria's little living drain, sucking down everything in front of him. He didn't even notice the flow slowing down until his sight returned and the taste of shower water was the only flavor in each ragged gulp.

"That was not your punishment, by the way," Gloria stated, removing her foot from his face and rolling him to his back to look down. "That's just your job. I'll have to think of your punishment later."

Her thick, semi-flaccid cock hung between them, pointed down at her hubby's face, and added a menace to her icy words that left her bloated toy's heart shivering in his chest. As a final indignation, she planted one foot on his bloated belly and stepped down as she exited the shower. Her ballooned piss drain covered his mouth and flexed his buttcheeks, frantically trying to keep her filthy load inside him despite the pain of his torso bulging in strange spots under her pressure.

Gloria strode out, satisfied that, despite the awful retching and coughing sounds of her injured spouse, he appeared to have kept everything inside her. He's gotten so much better already, she thought, toweling herself off. He might be fully trained by the end of the week!

Gloria looked back as he crawled from the shower. He looked like a pitiful drowned rat, but he displayed some instincts that would serve him well in his new role, as he slithered to his wife's feet and planted a gentle kiss on each foot. She looked down at him, cock twitching at the sight. Well, even if he is all trained up by then, I already have the time off. I might as well use all of it.

Devious plans accompanied every second of her smiling as she went through the day. Her hubby made breakfast, and then she ate while he knelt between her legs, reverently polishing her pole. She let him slurp up and down her shaft without shoving it deep into his windpipe, enjoying a lazy morning. Gloria was pleasantly surprised when her cock kisser moved to her loaded balls on his own accord, enjoying the soothing sensations of his small mouth kissing and caressing her ever-active testicles while her cock draped atop his head. It did not take long for her to need his mouth elsewhere, and when he struggled to take in more than the fat head of her womanhood, she sighed and forced him upon it, humming happily at the warm embrace of his throat.

He gagged and squirmed less than yesterday, pleasing her with his progress. She imagined a day where he was so accustomed to taking her that his struggles disappeared, and she could slide her entire length into him at will with hardly a sound. Her smile faltered as she realized his adorable little choking sounds would disappear, made extinct by his proficiency as a cocksleeve, and worry creased her brow. I hope he doesn't get too good at it, she thought, biting her lip in anxiety.

She stilled the thought a moment later by crossing a leg behind his head and pulling him tighter to her, driving herself deep into his guts and eliciting a fresh round of panicked struggles. Almost pushed over the edge by his latest suffering, Gloria looked her husband in the eyes and smiled at his wretchedness as she pinched his nose shut. Her pathetic cumsock's erratic bid for air was enough to finish her climax, and his belly soon swelled with her thick stuffing while her head threw back in bliss.

Gloria didn't notice she was still holding his nose shut until he started seizing in her grip. She released his face but could not help as the spasms of his every muscle milked another few jets of jizz from her, gasping with pleasure as her semi-conscious husband writhed in hypoxia. She pulled him mostly off her cock, leaving the tip in his mouth as he slowly recovered, pleased at his consistent effort.

Her spouse-sheath, at the complete mercy of his powerful wife, had died and gone to hell as far as he could tell. She'd nearly asphyxiated him for no reason other than she could, and the look of love she'd given him as he recuperated from the ordeal with her leaking cockhead still in his mouth was not nearly enough to drive away the fact that she might kill him if this continued, and there was nothing he could do to stop her.

When they'd first started dating, he'd love how big and powerful she was. She made him feel safe, and valued, like not just a partner but a prince. Now, he felt like he was in a cage with a tiger, in constant danger, and even if she took a liking to him, it was like he would be the tiger's favorite toy. And he'd been to the zoo before. Tigers broke their toys.

He resolved to speak with her as soon as he could. This couldn't happen again.

He didn't know if she'd stop.

While he'd been contemplating his situation and mortality, Gloria noticed a large package on the counter, addressed to her. A sticky note from Stacey said it had apparently been overnighted to Gloria from work.

She opened it, and saw a note from Sue on top of several contraptions packed in styrofoam and a collection of pills and vials.

Gloria, after our conversation yesterday, I had the team send you some supplies to make the transition process easier. I've included a short handbook with recommendations for training techniques, processes, rewards, and of course, punishments to assist your efforts. Feel free to continue training your "husband" however you like, but I suggest at least reviewing the material for inspiration at least. I did write some of it myself, after extensive research.

Most importantly however, are the various serums and pills. The simplest of them that I recommend you have your sleeve ingest is the one labeled "Duraflex". It is an elasticity enhancer, allowing your sleeve to exceed normal human limits on muscles, ligaments, and other soft tissues. This will ensure you do not accidentally rupture your sleeve during the training process, though the effects last approximately 24 hours, necessitating a daily dose. The other pills and serums are more experimental in nature, and relevant information is included in the supplement titled "Futafem Inc. Modification and Enhancement Augmentations". This is all proprietary information of course, but I trust you will be responsible.

And finally, there are several items meant to be utilized for training. Familiarization with their function and purpose will not only benefit you in your new position in the company, but also with your sleeve, to provide a framework for success.

I look forward to your return to the department, and hope you enjoy your sabbatical.

Susan Stamper

PS. The Duraflex supplement does not reduce the sleeve's discomfort. I trust you understand the implication.

Gloria pulled the Duraflex bottle from the box, examining it, so excited her hands were almost shaking. She brung the box to the table, her husband still slowly catching his breath beneath. She didn't really acknowledge him as she sat down, pulled him back to her, and shoved her cock down his throat. The familiar, warm undulations sent lovely ripples of pleasure through her cock and up her spine as she began sifting through the box.

She had to flip through the handbook to find the correct setup for several of her new implements, and spent the better part of three hours reading through every process, example, and suggestion provided by the authors. Gloria did get aroused reading several different sections of the handbook as she imagined her new and wonderful future, and the pauses to feed her cumbag used a fair amount of that time.

She did note that throughout, the handbook referred to trainable males as sleeves or even slaves, and recommended names, or terms that did not refer to explicit functions of the slaves, should be avoided. Ergo, "honey" would not be appropriate, but "fuckhole" would be. The book even suggested that avoiding using gendered pronouns for the sleeve would be beneficial for both parties, referring to the sleeve as an "it" instead of a "him". It also referred to women as "owners", "masters" or in a few specific sections, "feeders".

The book recommended placing the slaves in permanent chastity, as sleeves did not have a need or use for their accessory cocks beyond restroom relief, and provided several interesting options for implementation. There was also a note that owners who did not enjoy monitoring their sleeve's genital habits, or who desired a sleeve completely devoid of those instincts, full or partial castration was an option, and provided several ways to accomplish that goal.The handbook had a large section devoted to what it termed "toilet slavery" or the use of living sleeves as toilets for the convenience and entertainment of their masters, and Gloria surprised herself when a depiction of a woman using a plunger to "unclog" the mouth of a male toilet induced one of her several facefucking breaks.

There was also a rather dark section at the end of the book, before the appendices of diagrams and additional reference material, labeled "Function Loss and Expiration." Gloria didn't recognize that the entire section seemed to be about what to do in the event a master broke their toy until she read an excerpt that stated "in the events a sleeve is no longer able to perform its primary function, utilize it for duties listed in section 5, Toilet Slavery, until biological functions cease. It is recommended to replace the sleeve immediately, and in general, all masters should have a primary and secondary sleeve at all times for this reason. Sleeves break, and due to this, they sometimes die. Ensuring they expire serving their master is the highest compliment they may be paid."

Gloria looked under the table at her cocksock, his eyes watery and nose runny from the most recent pummeling, and softened. She couldn't imagine breaking her husband, let alone so badly that she'd have to get rid of him. She'd joked about doing so once or twice already, but only because his panicked expression was so cute. Then she thought of how erotic it had been when he'd passed out with her cock in his throat. Those seizures had been divine...

Summing up the advice, she saw that the book recommended not only strict training, but regular worship of the master by the slave, to instill both a clear hierarchy and reverence, until the slave saw his owner as a god, and prioritized her pleasure above his own life. Gloria saw the appeal, and felt some aspects of the training would make the jump to her own, but wasn't sure about every recommendation quite yet. She wondered which parts Susan had written.

In the meantime, one of the tools provided the perfect opportunity to punish him for the morning's failures, and would let her run some errands outside the house.

"Honey, some wonderful new things were just sent to us by the company, and I'm going to take the time to assemble one right now. You get to help me stay focused and practice a skill you struggled with this morning!"

Gloria stood and looked down at her sniveling condom, smiling the grin he'd start seeing in his nightmares. Then she pulled out what looked like a strange belt with two cuffs and a wide clasp.

"In the meantime..."

Soon Gloria was standing over a disassembled contraption, looking over the directions to build her hubby's punishment project. He was crouched, strapped to her ass, hands cuffed to her hips, his face buried deep in her cheeks and his mouth suctioned to her sphincter. She smirked as his tongue dutifully circled her hole, flicking tenderfully in a bid for freedom, every atom of oxygen passing through her crack to reach his huffing nostrils. She clenched her cheeks for a moment, cutting off his breathing, and then wiggled her rump, toying with her little tongue zombie. When he started to shake in his chains, she relaxed, giggling at the sucking gasps she heard behind her, delighted that he had not stopped lapping at her anus throughout.

When Gloria finished the assembly, she laughed at her still slurping husband. He was too short to kneel with his face in her ass, but too tall to stand, so he'd been crouching, but apparently it had been too difficult and he had gone limp, allowing his body to hang from her rear, as if she was dragging him by his neck with her mighty clenched cheeks. The other benefit of this implement had been that he could not see her contraption, so when she freed him in a moment, it would be a surprise. She couldn't wait to see his reaction.

After one more round of suffocating ass clenching, Gloria finally unclasped her husband, letting his gasping body flop to the floor. She let him cough for a moment before turning him on his back and pinning him down with a foot on his gut. When he finally stopped squirming, merely looking up at her with silent discomfort, she finally spoke.

"I decided on your punishment. It won't be too hard, because I want my lucky little husband to succeed. All you'll have to do is stay in one spot until after dinner. Don't you have the best wife?"

Her pinned hubby nodded his head carefully, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Something had his hair standing on end, like he was walking through the woods at night, and heard a twig snap behind him.

"Go ahead and take a look at where you'll spend the rest of your day."

She gestured to the side, and he finally spotted it. Next to him was what looked like a big box, clear on all sides. Inside, there was a big bowl that hung from the top of the box, with about two feet of space beneath it. At the bottom of the bowl, he noticed a hole, complete with a rubber gasket around the outside, as if to make it watertight. Then he saw the top of the bowl and box, and realized the bowl was open, and the opening appeared to be a toilet seat.

Gloria watched her husband carefully, and saw confusion on his face when he turned back to her. When she grinned at him and lightly bit her bottom lip, rat panic hit him, and he started to protest while flailing wildly. She first cut him off by stepping up onto him, applying her weight painfully to his stomach. He gurgled and stopped, his face turning bright red with pain and pressure as his abs flexed, desperate to prevent her from crushing him like roadkill. She stepped down only to immediately pin his throat under her foot, choking out any begging before it could begin.

She leaned over, more weight on his neck, his face now turning purple as his mouth silently gasping like a fish suffocating in air. When his jaw stretched as wide as it could, trying to budge her impressive mass to steal a single extra second of air, she reached down and shoved something inside. Gloria removed her foot and straddled her husband, sitting down heavily on his chest to pin his arms and fiddle with the thing in his mouth.

He realized it was some kind of gag, painfully stretching his mouth and making swallowing difficult. She put her hands inside and he heard a mechanical cranking sound in his head along with the sensation of his jaw being stretched even further. He whimpered, unable to speak, begging his humming wife for mercy with his eyes, wanting to promise her anything to stop, but the cranking continued until her hands were straining with effort and he was certain his jaw would be torn off by the contraption. Instead, she gave one more twist, and his mouth suddenly lurched wider with an agonizing crack.

"There we go honey! Next time you suck my cock, I want your mouth this wide, so I don't feel like I'm trying to shove a sausage through a straw, okay? We'll leave it like this for the day, to help you adjust. Plus, this will train you to improve at swallowing since you won't be able to close your mouth, you'll have to practice using your throat muscles!"

She cranked the gag a few times more, as when she'd dislocated his jaw, it had opened so wide enough some tension had disappeared. She couldn't have him trying to push out the loosened obstruction after all, for his safety. So she turned the screws until his mouth was clearly stuck at its miserable limits. Gloria sat back, satisfied with her work until the sight of her pathetic husband's distended jaw stirred something within, and blood slowly redirected to her cock.

She looked at the clock, then turned back, thinking, I've got a little extra time, a quickie won't hurt.

Ten seconds later she was above him, sliding her thick phallus effortlessly down her cocksleeve's spacious mouth and into his enticing throat. She fucked his face into the ground, her heavy ballsack slapping against the bridge of his nose and smothering his sight with each thrust. It took hardly anytime at all for her to explode, spraying spurt after spurt into her cumdump's waiting belly. As she enjoyed the gentle retreat of the waves of post-coital pleasure, another urge slid into place.

Gloria smiled, and left her living fleshlight impaled on her cock as she stood, collected her new toy, and moved everything to their bathroom.

With only the minor difficulty of her husband's impotent protests, she soon had everything set up. Her hubby's head was now locked in the bottom of that bowl, a rubber mask covering the lower half of his face, save his mouth, and forming a watertight seal around his neck. Beneath the bowl, he was tied up, arms attached to the underside of the lid, and knees bound to his chest. Gloria had been kind enough to put a pillow beneath his bottom, as he'd be trapped in that box for the rest of the day. Around the open top of the box where the bowl connected was a wide, comfortable toilet seat.

The overall effect was that of an unusual commode, where a terrified male face stared up at the user from the bottom of a toilet bowl while his weak body was sealed within.

"This is your punishment today honey. Think of it as a warning. This is a toilet box, and you will be trapped inside for most of the day. I'm going to head out and run some errands, so I want you to reflect, and think about how you can serve me better while I'm away. I'm not going to make you a toilet forever, but if you prove that you can't be a good cumdump, I may be forced to find a new purpose for you. I'll give you a few chances though, I want you to succeed, sweetheart, I love planting my seed in your guts too much."

Her trapped toilet squeaked and squeaked, but doing so caused his aching, dislocated jaw to seize with pain. Gloria seemed to notice his plight and stepped away, reappearing with a pill in her hand.

"This will help with the pain, honey."

She dropped the Duraflex capsule into his drain mouth, and watched him flail his tongue in a lame attempt to swallow. Her nightmare smile returned, and she casually offered her living lavatory some assistance.

"It looks like you're having trouble dear. I have to get ready and go, but I guess I can help. Do your best, and I recommend you swallow it all, I don't think you want to spill anything and have to smell it all day while I'm out."

Gloria's ass darkened his sky as she sat down, her soft cock and huge balls now dangling inches away. She pulled out her phone for a few texts and let her toilet marinate in panic

Beneath her, he was floundering against his restraints, watching his wife's asshole the way one might watch a cobra in their bedroom. This was a punishment after all, and after she had dislocated his jaw he feared he may have underestimated the depths of his wife's depravity. Then her anus twitched. It quivered. And a puff of air suddenly escaped with a barely audible pfft.

He gurgled and squealed as a bitter, spiteful odor assaulted his nostrils, the dark fermented recesses of his wife's bowels now corroding his sinuses. Deep, instinctive retches echoed up his throat, his body rejecting such direct exposure to the noxious fumes.

"Oops, sorry honey, it feels just like my normal toilet! That's not part of your punishment today, I'm sorry. Of course if these punishments don't correct your behavior... well, I'll have to do something more drastic."

The relief he felt at her first sentence was quickly overwhelmed by dread as she continued speaking, and she opened her thighs to look down at him beneath her cock during that ominous line. She reached down and pressed at the top of her cock, aiming at his gaping lips, and then pointed her phone camera at the sight.

"In the meantime, this is part of your punishment. Open your throat, but try not to let any get in your lungs, we wouldn't want you to drown."

Gloria relaxed her bladder, a thick stream of steaming urine rushing down her urethra and splashing into her living lavatory's waiting mouth. The gurgles and sputters from the hole below were evidence he had not yet learned how to open his throat and accept his status as a urinal. She watched his face as she recorded the moment, his first of many, many times in the toilet box. Sue would appreciate the video, and she provided a little commentary on her toilet's progress in the clip.

"Thanks for all the new toys, Sue! Hubby messed up this morning, so unfortunately we have to do some corrections today, but I'm sure this will motivate him to do better tomorrow! And if not, the handbook gave me loads of inspiration! I'll help him become the best husband he can be!"

Playful and friendly, her voice sounded more like a casual conversation with a friend than the voice of a woman currently drowning her husband beneath a waterfall of piss. His entire body convulsed in the binds, unable to escape the deluge of scalding urine. Gloria watched, video complete but bladder still gushing, and realized she liked this almost as much as pissing directly into his stomach. The complete domination, absolute subjugation and humiliation of her husband titillated her more than she expected, and she smiled while he gargled her piss, the terror in his eyes stirring her interests again.

"Looks like you still need practice, honey. I'll give you a break."

Gloria directed the last dregs of piss away from his gaping drain, instead splashing it onto his face, stinging his eyes and soaking his hair. He flailed as much as he could, but a stern reminder not to spill anything in his mouth killed that effort, and he calmed, blinking to try and flush the acidic urine from his eyes. The runoff collected around his neck and he realized that the sour smell would sit in there with him until she freed him. A knot in his gut informed him he would be waiting a while.

Gloria shook the drips free and stood, spinning to face her compact piss-pot. The sight of her pee still sitting in his dislocated mouth, tongue swimming in the contents of her bladder, sent blood back to her cock once more. She cooed encouragement at him as she observed bubbles rise from his throat, evidence of fluid displacing air.

"You can do it honey! Think of yourself as a urinal, and your throat is just the drain. Open the drain and let my pee flush away like a good toilet. That's it darling, I believe in you!"

Her pathetic husband truly was making an incredible effort, and she stroked her steadily inflating cock to the show. Their eyes met, and she saw it, that defeated, tame look, and knew he was doing exactly as she asked. Her cock swelled to its maximum as her sewer-spouse embraced her words, and imagined himself as her urinal, the sphincter of his throat just a clog in the drain. He cleared it, and the tide of piss in his mouth drained in an instant, swirling down his throat in a vortex like any other pipe.

"Oh! You--mmph--did so good, d-darling! I-I'm s-s-so p-proud--ohgod--proud of you! I'm going to--ughhh--give you a gift before I g-go run some errands. I h-had to d-do this a lot before we f-fixed our rela--fuck--relationship, sw-sweetheart."

Gloria was pumping her shaft relentlessly now, panting breathlessly over the trapped face of her latrine while his soulful eyes searched for mercy. Instead, sixty seconds later he received blast after blast of thick, sticky spunk, smacking into his face. Her aim was less consistent, and while plenty of her heavy semen landed in his mouth, more splashed onto his face, smothering his nose, submerging his eyes, and soaking through his hair. By the time she finished, maybe half her load had flushed down his throat, the other half leaving him sunk to his chin in a puddle of piss and cum.

He heard his wife take another video, her voice all too pleasant for the abuse she'd just inflicted.

"Oh gosh Sue, he looked so cute sucking down my pee, I think he really imagined being my toilet already! I had to reward him with a fresh load. He took his medicine too, so my little man really turned this day around! Hopefully he remembers this training when I get back! I can't wait to chat about everything with you over dinner later! I'll share my drinks with hubby when I get home too!"

Camera away, she smiled down at him, swimming in that sour, sticky sea. The Duraflex should work with that distended jaw and help him open that mouth much wider too. He might be a whole new man by tomorrow!

"I'll see you tonight, honey. Lick up whatever you can reach and you'll be able to clean the rest up when I get back tonight. I'm sure my dinner with Sue will provide lots of ideas, and I'll need you to help, so be ready!"

Her smile was so sweet and soft that her husband momentarily forgot this woman had shoved that monster in his every cavity, nearly burst his belly with her jizz, drowned him in her piss, suffocated him beneath her ass, dislocated his jaw, and locked him in her toilet. One whiff of his current predicament and every memory came crashing back.

She left, and he struggled in place for only a few minutes before surrendering, no one home to free him, no neighbors close enough to save him. He licked everything clean that his tongue could reach, but he was still floating in a pond of rapidly cooling body fluids, sperm getting sticky and clumpy as the urine continued to sour and irritate his skin.

More than the discomfort, aches, and smell, soon he realized his biggest enemy was boredom. There was nothing to do, nothing to watch, nothing to even think about other than all the recent memories he'd rather forget. The tedious nature of being a stationary toilet weighed on him enough that by the time he heard the front door open, he was almost excited to see Gloria again, ready to be free and serve her just to avoid the box again. That's a scary thought, he told himself, as the door to the bathroom opened.

Stacey walked in, headed straight for the sink, clearly looking for her mother's makeup or skin cream, something she'd been told to purchase on her own a dozen times already. She grabbed a tube, and turned, attention focused on her phone, her father locked in place just a few feet away from her. He had been about to cry out and draw her attention, but then he recalled her vicious words the night before. Her mother loved him like a husband, somewhere beneath all these new abuses. Stacey viewed her tiny father as a nuisance, a problem to be fixed, and in his current state, he didn't think she would be helpful.

When she exited the bathroom, he exhaled and relief washed over him. Then the door slammed open and she reappeared, wide eyes locked directly on the box and its contents.

"Holy shit, what?? She did this to you already? Oh my god, Mom's the best, this is so cool! Poor little daddy, forced to be his big strong wife's toilet! Ha! Loser!"

Stacey stood over him, just as her mother had earlier, taking pictures and sending them to who knows how many people. She pulled out her own huge endowment and began touching herself, talking dirty to her dad as she did.

"This is so hot, dad. She obviously made you a cum toilet buuuut... it looks like you were her real toilet too! Mr. Cumdump had to become a urinal today, and it looks like he spilled! Mom's not gonna be happy about that! Now let's see... did she use you for the other one too?"

Stacey bent over, examining his dilated mouth for evidence of a more nefarious function. She seemed almost disappointed when she finally stood again.

"It looks like she didn't feed you the final item on your new menu yet. Don't worry, I'll get her there. Soon enough you'll be her little shit-swallower! Isn't that nice, daddy? Your life is going to revolve around Mom's cock and her bowel movements! I bet I can even convince her to train you until the only time you get turned on any more is when you're wrapping your lips around her fat turds! Ha! Wouldn't that be funny, toilet? But for now... she probably won't remember how much you missed from earlier..."Stacey continued to heap humiliation on her immobilized father while she jacked off, until she too painted his face with her thick load, aiming everywhere but his mouth just to baste him in it. She took similar joy in pissing, pouring some directly down his throat and the rest everywhere else, until he could barely keep his nose out of the pissy cum lake he swam in. He swallowed as much as he could to avoid drowning as she laughed, snapping more videos to show her friends, and eventually the tide ended an inch or two below his lips, uncomfortable but bearable, as far as piss tortures went.

Stacey left without a farewell, off to do whatever it is the young woman spent her free time on. He wondered if she would do this to her own partner one day. Then he remembered what she had said before sinking him, about his wife's full intentions.

Would she make me her complete toilet? Would she condition me until I only found pleasure when serving as her toilet? Would... would she break me so thoroughly that I beg for that treatment?

He stayed in that maelstrom of anxiety for the rest of the evening, all the way until a slightly disheveled Gloria kicked open the door, mid-undress as she tried to kick off one knee high boot, blouse top opened and exposing her breasts while her cock flopped free of her half-rolled down pants. The slurring sing-song voice she used tipped off that she'd had more than just one drink at dinner.

"Ohhhh my lii--hic--iitle lovey-dovey-sunny-hubbyyyyy, I missed yoouuuuu! And I neeeed you and that--oh!--and that hot little body of yours and your hot little holes, yummy yummy... oh, but first I need the little ladies' room! My itsy-bitsy-subby-hubby can help with that too though, can't he? Hehehehe..."

Gloria stopped above him, looking down with a gleeful gaze that grew confused after her eyes focused. She seemed to recognize something was différent, and the sweetness dropped from her voice when she spoke again, though it remained musical, like the pitch of a villain's song in a children's movie.

"It looks like my wittle-sub-hub toilet couldn't handle his duties. I knoooow I warned you that anything I put in your mouth goes to your stomach, but it looks like your tiny stomach got sick and spit out all my hard work. I know you can do better than this, my sewer-sucker, but I'm too drunk to do a real punishment right now. I guess we'll see how I feel tomorrow. In the meantime..."

She aimed, and peed on her husband, aiming most of it down his drain but occasionally giggling and squirting a bit on his face. He did his best to show her his dedication, channeling the energy he'd had earlier and allowing her piss to flow directly down his esophagus without interruption. She didn't seem to notice, finishing up and then looking puzzled for a moment at the puddle he couldn't reach.

Her brain finally settled on an answer to the mysterious problem, and then she lifted the toilet box, hubby still inside, and carried it to the other toilet. She flipped the contraption, dumping the messy mix into the empty bowl and smiling.

"You can clean that up later. I need my cumdump right now."

She freed him from the box, but he hardly had a chance to stretch his limbs before she was on him, folding him over and pressing the tip of her cockhead against his asshole. She had not removed the ring forcing his jaw apart.

He realized she hadn't used his asshole at all today. She'd vigorously fucked his face, smothered and choked and drowned him, but his asshole had remained entirely untouched. Yesterday, she hadn't been gentle, but she had at least worked it into him in waves, either by necessity or consideration.

Tonight, she slammed him down all at once, grunting as her cock barreled up his rectum, beating his guts into submission, straightening out the meandering path of his intestines in a single, brutal thrust. She had split his asshole, ruptured his guts, torn him completely in half and he'd die, bleeding out around her cock just because... just because...

He was in pain. Immense, unyielding pain that felt like a burning brand had been shoved inside him and spun around, but... somehow it hurt less than he'd expected. He could feel his stretched, brutalized asshole still squeezing her cock, and despite feeling as if her monster was nuzzled between his lungs and pummeling his heart, he didn't feel the encroaching cold of severe blood loss. She was drunkenly fucking him, stabbing him again and again with her cock like a prison shanking, and he felt... well, still terrible, but far better than he had any right to be. Was it that painkiller she'd given me earlier? It didn't really help with my jaw...

For the next thirty minutes, he didn't have much time to question it. Gloria slammed herself deep over and over, savoring the squeeze and shiver of his body around her shaft. One hand grabbed his throat and squeezed, his feeble gurgles only driving her closer to climax. He was tossed around, slammed into walls, crushed into the bed, pounded into the floor, her cock never leaving him even as she orgasmed, filling him with load after load of hot cum.

When his belly bloated so disgustingly that he looked as if he'd swallowed two turkeys whole, something clicked in his head. I am dead, this is hell, and she's going to pop me like an overstuffed condom.

Despite many manufacturers claiming that was impossible, he'd seen her do it before. Now it was his turn.

"Fuck, I love having my own, personal cumslut to fuck and fuck and Take. Every. OUNCE of my jizz, take it you whore, you slut, oh god I want to fuck you forever, oh fuck oh god ohfuck ohgod ohfuckohgodohfuuuuu--"

For the umpteenth time during this violent copulation, she orgasmed, screaming as she shot jet after jet into his depths. He did not explode, but he could not contain any more, and her thick sperm rushed up his throat and spilled from his mouth and nostrils in heave after heave, leaving an awful mess, but alleviating the fear of bursting like some cum balloon.

"Oh god that's so good, I love you honey, I want to spend forever with you, you're such a good cock slave, I promise I'll never let your biological functions cease..."

Gloria trailed off, flopping onto the bed and snoring shortly, her tiny husband still impaled on her cock and left to ponder her foreboding final sentence.

It took him fifteen minutes just to slide himself off her girthy member, his elastic insides seemingly reluctant to release the huge meatpole. He felt strange when he did, almost... empty, and chalked it to the horrible contrast of having nothing inside after taking something so large and forceful for so long. Plus he still had her heavy load in his gut to keep him company.

He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep next to her, but first he needed to get this gag out of his mouth. He was almost used to it now, but that was somehow scarier than the thought of being trapped like that forever. His small hands weren't strong enough to loosen the screws, no matter how hard he tried, so he gave up, slinking to the floor with a sob.

Sniffling, he looked around at the mess, and decided that he could at least try and start on her good side tomorrow. Once she took the gag out, he could explain about Stacey, and how he'd never fail Gloria, and maybe have a chat about... safewords. But if he earned another "punishment" right away, he'd never get the chance for any of that.

It took the better part of an hour to collect all the cum from the various surfaces of their room, and take it to the toilet to flush away. If she could see him, he knew she'd demand he swallow it all. But she was snoring, loudly, so he took a tiny shortcut.

When he finished, he crawled back into bed. His huge wife rolled over and pulled him tight to her chest, nestling him into her like a little spoon.

"I missed you..." she murmured, sleepily soothing her husband. Her cock slipped between his thighs like a body pillow, his head tucked between her massive breasts. She was all around him, engulfing him in her mass.

Tears wet his cheek as he tried to sleep, more and more her toy. Tomorrow would be different. It had to be.