Public Restroom Meat Toilet Experience (1)

With penalties now unlocked, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the stage selection screen had changed a bit. Messages had been added noting that penalties could be applied to recommended and random stages, and random stages had one extra item.

"Hmm... Random stages give an extra 100 points base because you go in blind, huh."

Penalties could be set, and it guaranteed acquiring a Pregnancy Prevention Ticket right away. I briefly considered just going random without thinking.

'But what if I get dragged to a goblin den and the stage drags on right up to childbirth.'

Right after the stage ends, giving birth here in my one-room apartment on the verge... Just imagining it—

Hmm... it was kinda hot. No, wait. Even so, I couldn't irresponsibly bring goblins into reality. No matter how much of a pleasure-seeker I was, I wasn't psychopath enough to use a Pregnancy Prevention Ticket to erase a fully formed baby from my womb.

Random stage rejected for now. I tapped [Recommended Stages].

"Oh? The list changes up sometimes?"

Familiar tempting titles from when I picked the first stage, plus some new ones that looked intriguing, had appeared together.

'Swallowed into a giant's pussy...? Like shrinking and going inside a pussy during sex?'

There were stages I'd never even fantasized about, but since the system picked them, they matched my tastes perfectly. After agonizing for a few minutes, my finger finally stopped on...

[Public Restroom Meat Toilet Experience - Human_Male (25)]

"Yeah."

There was a reason I'd chosen this one.

I had the best feel for how to set the penalties. Unable to move or see, serving as a cum dump onahole for strangers... taking on the lust of 25 men in total silence for 6 hours—

"Eut...♡"

I could immediately grasp what it meant for my womb to throb and clench. It felt like my womb, possibly already pregnant, was trembling in preparation for another.

...But there was one worry.

"...No filthy bastards, right?"

Like someone pissing in the restroom... or a bathroom that reeked too badly— if that happened, AV or not, I'd bail immediately. I loved being forced, but paradoxically, anything unpleasant was a hard no. That's why I avoided stories with bad ends.

But once again, our kind system reassured me with a notification.

"That's right!"

The system draws a clear line here. Any lingering resentment from the priestess post-coital pill ban incident vanished.

Who knows why, but it seemed like the system was trying to make sure I enjoyed myself, so I had to cut it some slack.

...I'd be lying if I said I had no impregnation fetish.

"Hoo... Alright."

Let's go.

Dark. No, more precisely, pitch black—I couldn't see a thing. I couldn't even tell if my eyes were open or closed. After blinking a few times, I confirmed I was wearing a blindfold.

"...Mmph."

My mouth felt sealed with some kind of sticker. Probably the vow of silence penalty. I tried to move a bit, but gave up quick. My wrists were cuffed, ankles too. Not completely immobile, but big movements were tough.

Inhaling, I felt the air was slightly humid first. Not cold, not hot—just a weird neutral temp. And the floor. Face-down with my head nearly buried, I felt a soft carpet texture against my cheek. I'd expected hard tiles in a restroom, but this was unexpected. Carpet laid for comfy sex?

I inhaled deeper. Checking for any piss stink. But what hit my nose was something else entirely. A faint, pleasant air freshener scent. That classic public restroom aroma.

'Ah... good.'

My tensed body relaxed a bit. The system's alert popped back in my mind. No discomfort elements— it was exactly as promised. At least no filthy environment.

I'd worried I couldn't focus on sex if it was gross. One more slow breath. Humid air. Soft carpet. Fragrant air freshener. Sightless and barely hearing, my other senses sharpened.

"..."

All that was left was for someone to come in.

...Clank, creak...

"...!!"

A person. A stranger, seeing me naked on all fours, ass up.

"...What the hell?"

A slightly high-pitched, surprised male voice. Footsteps neared, stopping right behind me.

"...Whoa, what is this... shooting porn or something?"

He muttered with a laugh, footsteps circling around.

...Gawking at my naked body, probably. Then, a rustle like he picked something up.

"What's this? Meat Toilet Usage Guide?"

Just hearing the title made my face burn.

'A guide too...?'

Body bound, mouth sealed—no protesting. He chuckled and kept reading.

"First."

Page flip.

"If the position is uncomfortable during use, use the nearby key to temporarily unlock the cuffs."

"..."

"But be sure to relock after?"

... 'Key...?'

My ears perked. Was there one nearby? I tried shifting subtly, but bound as I was, no way to check.

The guy paused, then resumed.

"For oral sex, you can remove the mouth sticker. Be sure to reapply after ejaculation?"

'Oral sex... fe-fellatio? No...♡'

Sucking off a stranger's cock, face unknown. So humiliating my womb quivered.

"The blindfold can't be removed for security reasons... So please do your best to impregnate the meat toilet. Thank you...? End?"

He burst out laughing after the last line.

"Impregnate? For real?"

'Impregnate...? No... no...♡'

I twisted in protest, but could only squirm faintly. Mouth sticker muffled me to moans.

"Mmph, mmph...!"

"...Whatever, some porn company event, I guess... Fine, I'll give you what you want."

And so began my 6-hour meat toilet experience.