Lower Than Human
Just before sleep took me, I felt a stretching, overwhelming sensation as my anus was forced wide open — but catching up on the rest I'd been denied came first. I was too exhausted.
"...Nnh... m-my head..."
How long had I even slept? I couldn't remember ever sleeping so hard my mouth had gone slack. Forcing my heavy eyelids open, I checked the clock — already four in the afternoon. In an hour, she'd be getting off work.
"Ugh..."
When had so much time even passed?
For any number of reasons, the thought of her coming home made me a little frantic, and I pushed myself up to get out of bed. There was a lot to do before she arrived. I needed a shower, and I still had to deal with the throbbing down below. Even if she claimed she didn't mind my scent, I didn't want her smelling anything foul. Who would want to look filthy in front of the person they loved?
Still, water came first. Maybe it was from screaming all day yesterday, from the tears and snot, from even wetting myself — my throat had gone past burning. It was cracked and parched like drought-struck earth. I was desperately thirsty.
I braced my legs so I wouldn't collapse, made myself enjoy the muscle ache, and stretched a foot down to the floor. Step one: complete. I stretched the other leg down, planted it, and was just about to stand all the way up when—
"Ghk?!"
A sharp, electric jolt of pain from my ass sent me crashing back onto the mattress. Something was inside me. I hurriedly reached back and had no trouble confirming it: a long chain was attached to my rear. Tracing it with my fingers, I found it ran from the headboard all the way to my ass.
Maybe it was the sheer absurdity of it. The grogginess that hadn't quite left me snapped clean away.
"W-what the hell is this...?!"
Once I'd identified the chain, my awareness naturally shifted to whatever was filling me. Without meaning to, I clenched my anus, trying to figure out what was inside. Even though I didn't want to know the shape of it, my mind started drawing the picture anyway.
If you could call it a talent, I supposed it was one — but it was a talent that only made me ashamed. The ability to identify what was inside me just by clenching around it, without even looking — I didn't want it, I didn't need it, and it wasn't something I could ever tell anyone about. The world was full of useful gifts. Why did I have to have this one?
I clenched down and confirmed it: a plug-shaped foreign object. The flared base had bloomed inside me like a flower, gripping the inner walls of my anus so tightly that no amount of pushing would get it out on my own.
"Nnh..."
I never wanted to feel anything lewd from a filthy hole like this. My insides felt bloated and stuffed — and yet the faint pleasure that bloomed every time I clenched wasn't entirely unpleasant. I hated myself for sneaking those little squeezes. This wasn't the time. I was so thirsty I could lose my mind, and here I was clenching my ass and getting off on it. Pathetic.
I knew it wouldn't work, but just in case, I grabbed the chain attached to my ass and tried to pull the plug out.
"Nngh...! Ghk..."
No luck, of course. The only thing that stretched was the puckered rim of my hole, pulling outward like a snout, and the sensation made my skin crawl. I couldn't get it out alone. I needed her.
...It wasn't that I couldn't guess why she'd done this. If she was going to tie me down, she could have put a collar on me. Doing this to my ass just felt like sheer meanness.
...I felt depressed, like I'd been ranked even lower than a pet. Pets at least wore collars. I was walking around on a shit-leash.
"Uuuugh..."
Dejected, I lay back down on the bed. Time kept moving even as I wallowed, and before I knew it her quitting time was right around the corner. I was desperately thirsty, and thinking about it, I hadn't really eaten yesterday either — I was hungry too — but if I just rolled around like this, she'd take care of whatever I needed, wouldn't she? I tried to empty my mind. I knew by now that a person didn't die from something this small.
...What would I even do without Heejin...?
It occurred to me, suddenly, that my obsessive dependence on her was only getting worse.
Only thirty minutes left until she got off work, but I had nothing to do with the time remaining, so I closed my eyes to try to sleep again. Heejin would wake me up, wouldn't she?
"Unni. I'm home. Unni."
I'd barely closed my eyes, it felt like, and someone was shaking me. I forced my heavy eyelids open and found Heejin there. Of course it was 5:30. She never failed to clock out on time no matter what — I had to wonder if a company president was allowed to be like that.
"...What are you still sleeping for? I ran all the way home because I missed you, and you're just lying here living the good life, sleeping away. You think that makes me happy? You think it doesn't?"
"I-it wouldn't... make you happy..."
I'd planned to hold her accountable the moment she got home — for shoving a plug in my ass without asking — but the way she frowned and scolded me, looking genuinely put out, I couldn't get a word out.
"I like that you admit it so readily. But admitting it isn't enough — you need to apologize. Unni. Do you want me to keep calling you an idiot?"
"N-no..."
"Are you going to make me repeat myself?"
"I-I'm sorry... sorry for sleeping..."
"Just with words?"
The way her voice lilted up at the end, the way she grinned — I felt a dizzying pull, like I was being sucked into the whirlpool of her pace.
"I-I'll do whatever you want..."
"That's the right attitude, Unni. An apology that's only words doesn't mean anything. Do you remember what I said this morning?"
"Th-that's... well... sorry..."
I was pretty sure I'd heard something, but my head still wasn't working — I wasn't fully awake. I remembered making some kind of promise with her this morning, but the details wouldn't come.
"It's fine. The whole country already knows you're an idiot. Does 'mouth pussy' ring a bell?"
"Yeah..."
The crude words mouth pussy brought the promise rushing back.
"I've been holding it in all day, you know. So I could piss in Unni's mouth pussy. Heheh."
She came closer and pulled off her pants and panties. Unlike my own messy sex, soaked with slick and sweat, hers was clean, giving off a faint, pleasant scent of skin — and for a tangle of reasons, that made me ashamed.
"See this? How swollen my bladder is. All of this is going into Unni's mouth now. Every drop of the warm piss I've been holding in for eight hours is going to go into your mouth, down your throat, through your esophagus, into your stomach, through your small intestine and large intestine, and get completely absorbed into your body."
"Yeah..."
Her detailed explanation really did make me feel like I'd become a toilet. I felt like I was drifting further from being human and closer to being a fixture. But I didn't think of myself as human anymore anyway, so it didn't hurt that much.
Was there anything I was good at, as a person? I could say with certainty: no. Even accounting for the amnesia, I was utterly useless. A human being with nothing but a pretty face — that was me.
If she weren't here — if she didn't raise me, didn't keep me, didn't use me as a sow, didn't use me as a toilet... I had nowhere else to go. It hurt to admit, but I knew it.
"Unni's body is going to fill up with my piss. It won't be complete, but we'll become one. Doesn't that feel good?"
"Yeah... it feels good..."
It didn't feel bad. What I felt wasn't the same as what she felt, but the fact that she wanted me this much made me happy.
"Heheh. Good. Unni. Open your mouth toilet."
"Okay..."
I opened my mouth as wide as I could, just as she'd ordered. Flushed and excited, she came close, grabbed the back of my head, and slowly pulled me toward her sex.
"Now slowly close your mouth around it, that's it. Seal it vacuum-tight, no gaps, suck your cheeks hollow. Ahaha, you're so good at this. Our Unni. You're perfect. There's not a toilet in the world that performs better than you."
Even praise that barely counted as praise started to make me feel good, the more I heard it. They say praise can make a dolphin dance. Apparently it worked on toilets, too.
"There's going to be a lot, Unni. I held it so long I don't even know if I can stop once I start. So I'm going to pinch your nose shut until you've taken it all. That's okay, right?"
"Yeah..."
If I didn't breathe and swallowed all her piss in one go, I'd get praised again. I nodded, and she immediately pinched my nose shut. Against the tip of my tongue, her piss-hole twitched — then it opened fully, and piss warm enough to steam came pouring out, hard enough to punch through my throat.
"Ghk... gkk..."
I'd talked a big game, but the moment her fierce stream slammed into my throat, I realized this wasn't going to be easy.
I was so thirsty it didn't even taste bad — but my small mouth couldn't swallow as fast as she was pissing, and no matter how hard I tried to drink, twice as much was coming in as I could take. The piss backed up through my nose, but she had it pinched so tight that the overflow tried to escape through my eyes instead — tears welled up fast. It burned like someone had packed hot pepper into my nose and eyes.
"Open your throat, Unni. If you spill any, I'll punish you. Don't let a single drop escape."
I'd never learned how to open my throat, but I opened it to survive. I didn't move my tongue to swallow the piss flooding my mouth. I left my tongue still and opened only my airway, letting the piss in rather than swallowing it down. It was the same as hitting a toilet lever — everything sucked in at once — and it startled me. It seemed to startle her, too.