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This story is directly inspired by the pioneering work of dale10/maipenraikhap who has spent the last two decades keeping our cocks hard and our imaginations expanded. In particular this is an offshoot of the Lakeland Lads series.
Additionally, this incorporates some of the more fantastical aspects of dicaleb's story "Slaves Minds" which was on assgm.org.
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Further Tales from Lakeland: Chapter 3 Trotter's Experiment
Dr. Trotter had been charged by Burke to experiment on some unfortunate lads at Lakeland. Burke was recently propositioned by a rather famous Hollywood celebrity who was looking for a new boy toilet. Burke emailed Trotter, "We need the kid to be able to survive only on shit. The guy is promising big bucks if we can deliver the goods."
Trotter replied that while it was currently impossible, as far as contemporary medical science was concerned, for someone to survive only on shit, it would be nice to try, so Burke gave the doctor free reign to begin his research.
Trotter had become aware that certain forms of bacteria were capable of digesting cellulose. If the bacteria were introduced into a human stomach, theoretically it could transform feces into energy and nutrition. Trotter wanted to find out if the bacteria would survive in the human digestive tract. He was also interested to learn whether he would have to constantly supply the aspiring human toilet with daily pills filled with the bacteria or if the strain would colonize on its own.
Trotter had accomplished some preliminary work with Caucium Dulcis, or C-D, and a chemical called Rapid Prototaxite.
At a local high school, they had inserted the into the stool of a boy known for being a heavy user of diet sodas. His poop was harvested and sent to Dr. Trotter for analysis. He found the C-D to be inert and the Rapid Prototaxite to be non-functional. Dr. Trotter added in a gas-eating bacteria, allowing the boy to survive only on shit for a full week. Promising, but not conclusive, Dr. Trotter was ready to take the experiment further and discover whether a toilet slave could live only on excrement for an entire month.
Three students arrived at the lab in mid-morning, Bobby, Mike, and Tony. All of you have become intimately familiar with Bobby, no doubt. Let us take a moment to describe Mike and Tony. Tony was a broad chested, imposing, hirsute 16 year old of Italian descent. He had the beginnings of what would become an impressive beard, and was a different body type than most of the twinky sorts at Lakeland. Tony had gotten himself a reputation as a scrappy, aggressive boy who was tough as nails. Lakeland had taken him down a peg or two, but the guy consistently snapped back to his pugilistic attitude, even after he had been reduced to a quivering mess. Sure, he'd moan and cry like all the other cunts when he was being whipped, or having his hole stretched further and further by the experienced faculty at Lakeland but his pain tolerance was remarkable. Burke had come to the conclusion that normal methods of humiliation wouldn't work on Tony. He told Trotter, "That kid sees pain as a challenge. He won't feel so tough when his mouth is filled with human waste and his beard is smeared with shit. Break him, and you'll get a bonus this quarter."
Mike was blond, lanky, with pale milky-white skin, "virgin glasses", more of a "cute nerd" type who had been sent to Lakeland by his domineering father to "turn him into a man." Mike tried to retain a sense of humor even in the dour world of Lakeland. He smiled a lot, although he tried to hide his grin from the wandering eyes of trustees and faculty. But not much got past Lakeland and Burke was getting pissed at the kid's seemingly irrepressible optimism. "We will see if he finds being a living sewer funny. See how easily the bastard laughs then."
It was mid-afternoon now. Dr. Trotter was immersed in his work at his workbench. He turned around to eye the three boys, "So, you lucky twats, you have been chosen to participate in my project. It's going to be a lot of fun...for me." Dr. Trotter snapped his fingers and some trustees grabbed the boys. Bobby found himself restrained on the operating table with a tube in his nose, connected to a nasal gastric shunt. He was lying under the fluorescent lights in the lab.
The first step was to insert a tube into the boys' stomachs. They were drained of its contents. The process was repeated three more times that day and several more times the following two weeks.
The boys noticed large clear jars on the lab table filled with a brown substance. There were four jars for different consistencies: constipated, regular, semi-solid, liquid and random. The human stool was warmed in a test tube in a large pot of water for twenty minutes. In addition, Dr. Trotter had ordered gummy capsules containing four different strains of bacteria. Each capsule had been filled with the appropriate bacteria. Trotter loved telling the subjects about the provenance of his bacterial pills. "So, Tony, our regular shit is a gift from your former high school quarterback. We had one of our friends pose as a janitor and trap his pre-game dump. I bet every time you saw him, you sprung a boner, you little faggot." Trotter continued blathering on, much to Bobby's boredom and disgust. "And this semi-solid log here, Bobby is the gift from Stinky Pete, that hobo you're "dating" as part of Landover's community service outreach. He's homeless, you know, and he leaves his turds everyplace he lays his head, so this wouldn't have been hard to collect. However, we gave Pete a six pack in exchange for a sample of some fresher stuff. We even got a recording of him squeezing out his rather painful specimen, which we dropped off at the lab the next day. It's an amazing recording: the sound is almost primal, but the thick excrement pouring out the man's anal hole has a distinct earthy tinge to it."
"Do you want to see the video?" Trotter asked.
The boys grunted "no" but Trotter insisted. He turned on an overhead projector in the lab.
The video showed Stinky Pete sitting on a toilet, stretching out his thin buttocks and then letting out a rude sounding, drawn-out fart. He squatted down, grunted, his face reddened, he began to strain, and then a wad of shit slowly began to emerge from his anus. In the following few minutes, there was no stopping the flow of shit. Finally, Pete grabbed the edge of the commode seat, grunted once more, and his ass opened up.
His mammoth log began to emerge. The turd became thick and lumpy and peaked out of his anus. There was a sickening crackling sound as the shit hit the water and Stinky Pete took a deep breath and began to expel another long torrent of turds. All three boys gagged around the tubes in their mouth.
"That is an absolutely amazing video," Dr. Trotter proclaimed, to no one in particular.
"And for our diarrhea source"...Trotter clicked a button and immediately the screen filled with a grainy, degrading video of a naked, handcuffed African-American boy lying face down on the floor of a subway car, being given an enema by a MTA cop. He is apparently trying to stand up, but the enema is putting enormous pressure on his bladder. He can barely stay seated. It looks as if his lower bowel is completely obliterated. The figure on the floor is groaning and arching his back, trying to relieve the pressure. He is squirming in pain. The young man's fingers are clenched tightly. He looks like he is trying to hold himself in as much as possible. The MTA cop shouts, "Hold it in, faggot!" The boy screams. A door opens and a second cop enters. He grabs the boy's hands and lifts him to a standing position, presses his arms up against his sides and with both hands, forces the boy's buttocks out. The boy is writhing in agony. A gurgling sound is coming from the young man's mouth. The second officer forces the boy to squat again. Then the boy has his stomach punched by one of the officers, and there is more gurgling and finally the boy urinates and evacuates a mess of liquid shit. The boy is crying uncontrollably, wailing. The first officer pushes the kid down onto the floor with his boot and says one word, "Lick." There is a warm spray of urine on the boy's face and he can feel the officer's dirty shoes on the back of his neck. The boy is surrounded by piles of shit and puddles of piss. The police cackle maniacally as the boy is forced to eat his own waste off the filthy floor of the subway car. Finally, the subway car doors open and the boy is shoved onto the dirty platform. The two officers say, "Hurry up, faggot, and get out of here before we have you booked for public exposure."
Dr. Trotter added some commentary: "Isn't this sort of hard to watch?"
Bobby was sick to his stomach.
"The kid will never be the same," Dr. Trotter opined.
He droned onward, "So Mike, and our semi-solid turd is from an unsuspecting boy one of our teachers was eying at the park yesterday. The little bastard is too highly placed to get him enrolled in Lakeland, but Mr. Daley can dream. He kept half of the boy's turd for his own enjoyment and donated the rest to science."
"And finally, the random turd is from a long-haul trucker friend of mine, Daddy Red. He's about 290lbs and eats like a horse. But sometimes all of that travelling makes his bowels loose. The fucker has been known to clear out a few truck stop bathrooms, which is pretty bad considering that crowd. Apparently it's happened to him more than once at the truck stops near the border between New Mexico and Arizona. He accidentally suffocated the last trunk punk he had. Evidentially he fell asleep while getting his asshole licked out and the boy suffocated underneath all the folds of his hairy, fat ass. Lately he's been asking us for a replacement, but we're upping the price. Interested in volunteering for the position, Bobby? You'll get to hear all of the gross trucker talk, and I'm hoping Daddy Red might, just might, keep you around with your little cock-hungry, turd-collecting ass. You'll also get free lodging and meals, at the cost of whoring yourself out to his buddies. Hope you passed the diarrhea module of Shiteating 101, because on occasion he's going to have some runny shit for you to handle."
"But now I've got you all to myself, buddies. Now you're eating nothing but shit, with the added benefit of feeling like shit. Yay, science!" Bobby looked pale-faced. His face was as white as the lab's fluorescent lights.
Let's start with a little appetizer, "Here's a sample that we collected and froze and put in this jar so that we could analyze it later. It's been frozen in liquid nitrogen, so it should still be good."
Dr. Trotter was excited. His most spectacular experiment was just starting to work. He was all prepared to serve up the sample when somehow Tony had managed to extricate the tube from his mouth. ""No, not in our mouths! That's disgusting. I'll never eat that shit! You fuck! I can't eat this shit! I'm not a lab rat! I'm a fucking human being!" The doctor laughed and motioned for the trustees to assist him.
"Now watch this. Now I'm going to give you some nerve pills and then you eat the turd. It'll be delicious, tasting like butter, for an instant, and then you'll taste shit!"
Dr. Trotter began to scrape his freeze-dried sample of shit into a steel enameled dish. He waved the "sample" in front of Bobby's face.
"Eat the shit, Bobby. You're going to love it, and if you don't, I'll give you another dose of the nerve pills. Then you'll do it and I'll bet you'll love it!"
After getting the nerve pills, Bobby was beginning to fade in and out of consciousness. For a while, he was aware of the degrading treatment that he was receiving, of the fear and humiliation.
On the third day of the experiment, Bobby drank water through a straw. The moment he swallowed the liquid he vomited. He kept being given doses of C-D, Rapid Prototaxite and the gas-eating bacteria. Bobby was began to absorb nutrients from feces.
Bobby found himself strangely full after taking Dr. Trotter's pills. With dismay, he began to realize that his digestive system was salvaging nutrients and nourishment from his shit-only diet. The capsule containing the gummy C-D, however, was all he needed to live solely on shit. After a few days, he didn't need the C-D anymore.
But as the days went on, he lost weight rapidly. His arms and legs became painfully brittle. They trembled and shook, unable to support his body weight. And then they started to sag, as if his ribcage had caved in. His skin became thick and leathery in places. It was painful to touch his skin. Even his lips swelled and hardened. His throat, mouth, and nose became dark, as were his eyelids. He looked like a shit eating vacuum cleaner.
Then he began to have terrible migraines.
The symptoms became more frequent, and at random. He felt dizzy, nauseated, and disoriented. At times he felt like his blood sugar had dropped to zero. He kept losing consciousness. He could hear strange things - voices, machinery - but could never understand them. He sometimes saw things floating in his vision, but he couldn't make out their shapes. It was maddening.
He tried to stick it out as long as he could, despite his growing condition. He didn't want to die in this horrid prison of feces. He wanted to die in a place where he was with people and not doing something that was degrading and gross and degrading to him.
A little over a month after being sent to the bowels of Dr. Trotter's lab, Bobby and the other boys began to regain strength. The bacteria had colonized his bowels and was beginning to draw nutrients from his new diet of feces. After a month, it looked like they would be able to hold it down. Trotter was delighted! Burke was equally thrilled and managed to allocate more funds to the study.
Trotter wrote to his client:
"Your future human toilets are coming along nicely after a rough start. The boys' bodies has now acclimated to repeated gastrointestinal distress. They now boast a bowel transit time of approximately 5 minutes. You'll be saving yourself a lot of water and paper. In our next study, we will employ our boys "out in the field."
"Bobby will be serving for three months in our faculty bathroom. He will be chained underground in a small box with a tube directly connected from his mouth to the toilets. Thus, he will be well-nourished by a constant supply of faculty turds. During this time he will be monitored closely for side-effects such as food poisonings, cholera, and other possible diseases."
"Tony will learn some much needed humility by eating from less attractive members of our society. I think after enough time, he will no longer think of himself as 'hot shit' after swallowing it down from hairy, overweight, beer-swilling men. He will learn to be more respectful of people and stop mouthing off so much."
"The last of our boys, Mike will be assigned to a wide variety of minorities and medical anomalies."
When Bobby awoke the next day he found himself in a dark , underground enclosure and discovered that a thick tube had been welded to his lips. He felt with disgust that during his "rest" he had voided his bowels. His cock was encased in a heavy steel cage in the bowels of Dr. Trotter's disgusting toilet facility. A sign had been left explaining that he would have to "ride the tubes for a few more months" before he was allowed to exit and return to the human world. Bobby saw nothing but heard various shakes, pipes clanging, and garbled voices. What the fuck was going on? Was this his fate? There was no fucking way out of there. There was absolutely nothing in his mind that could have prepared him for this. Bobby fell asleep only to be rudely awakened by a wave of excrement surging into his mouth. He choked on the taste of feces and shat himself once more.
Meanwhile, Tony's first meal came from the ass of a repulsive man named Manuel Yzaguirre. Trotter made sure that Yzaguirre was a large man. He had a belly and wore drawstring pants. His hairline was receding and he wore a ponytail and had a thick gray mustache. Yzaguirre sat on the rimseat while Trotter was standing in front of him. Trotter took notes as Yzaguirre dumped more and more filth onto the boy underneath him. Trotter would watch as Tony gulped down Yzaguirre's load. Finally, Trotter smiled and said, "Good work!" Tony's cocky attitude had certainly taken a hit after a couple weeks of "observation." Even the boys slight noises of resistance and groaning had diminished, Trotter noticed with approval.
As for Mike, he was exposed to the widest flora of the human microbiome, Mike would be given an international culinary exploration of human waste. This would build up tolerance to the various bacteria that colonize the human body throughout the world. Trotter gleefully enjoyed hiring the most diverse dregs of society gathered from every corner of the globe. He first started close to home by asking Hispanic day labourers to contribute to his depraved experiment. For a week, Mike was chained, standing upright underneath an outhouse at a construction site. He was fed from dawn till dusk on the excrement of Mexicans and workers from different parts of Latin America. Mike grew used to the sight of bronze buttocks blocking his view to the outside world. He noticed how most of the men were uncut, and on occasion his nose would pick up the sour whiff of unwashed foreskin. Most of the workers contributed semi-soft blobs of feces with traces of corn, beans, and chiles.
Mike tolerated this first leg of his international "tour" remarkably well, only suffering from occasional nausea and one experience of vomiting after a lunchtime rush at the outhouse.
Then, to acquire a taste for "Chinese food", Mike was placed inside a special box with a squat toilet on top, to cater to that way of shitting. The Chinese were shameless shitters who enjoyed taking lengthy, messy, unapologetic dumps. They had no concept of privacy or decorum. They pissed and shitted in front of Trotter and other observers without hesitation. Whenever they would squeeze out a large amount of human waste, they would squat over the squat toilet and let it pour out over Mike's face while staring at their smart phones. Their "feces cuisine" was both stinky and intensely foul. Mike screamed to be set free but the Chinese insisted on ignoring him. They even fought among themselves over whose turn it was to shit on him next.
With the recent troubles in the middle east, Trotter had no difficulty finding Syrian refugees to work on his study, all of them were desperate for cash and eager to make the young kafir suffer. The Syrians at least kept their holes clean of visible shit, due to their religious obligations, but that didn't help much when it came to actually defecating. As a matter of fact, the Syrians resented having to shit in front of Mike as much as they despised the terrible stench that came with doing so, but they needed the money. They were willing to put aside their normal concerns for privacy and decency, because without it, they had no chance of having any job at all.
Next, Trotter found some Indian interns from a nearby university. Although the Indians were mild-mannered and reluctant about the experiment, Trotter lied to them that the study would help develop life-saving treatments in developing nations. Unfortunately, when the students were asked to shit in front of Mike, they would make "a pretty big mess" as they emptied their bowels with noisy "plops and sputters." into bucket. Trotter would mix up the bucket filled with "wet brownish yellow" liquid and ladle its contents into Mike's unfortunate mouth. It was unspeakable. All the while Trotter would whisper profane encouragements, "That's it boy, slurp up the shit like a good cunt, use your tongue to lick up the stuff, swallow it all...what did you think about that nerdy Patel kid? Who'd have thought that a geek like that could fill this bucket up with such big logs? Wow...oh yeah, just like I told you. Ahh yes, there it goes...boy, that stuff makes you feel so full, just like you're gonna explode...oh yeah...I told you. Ahh, you done? You done? Good, time for another ladle of Trotter's special curry, fuck boy, you'll like this batch."
Then came something that was far worse than the repulsive tasting of shit by the Indians. Mike's was subjected to an ordeal of humiliation and torture by a nasty German skinhead named Helmut, who suspended the young man from pullies, wrapped tape around his head and whipped him with rubber belts and spanking paddles. While throbbing techno music played in the background, Helmut used Mike as his plaything during an all-night session, introducing him to the pleasures of sounding, CBT, and electrostim, without the skinhead saying a single word. Mike's nipples were pinched and twisted with cruel clamps, and then a cage was placed over his cock. Then the time came for the culmination of the evening. Helmut put his restrained and bound victim inside a custom made box with a toilet seat right above Mike's head. Mike started upward at the pale buttocks of the skinhead, who scratched his balls and casually farted into the boy's face. Helmut had been enjoying his usual cuisine of beer, brats, pretzels and currywurst and was looking forward to excreting it into the comfort of his toilet box. The skinhead was in no hurry. For the next 25 minutes, Mike had to tolerate the odor of Helmut's farts and swallow the pee the German spurted into his mouth. Then with a quiet grunt, Helmut engaged his strong abdominal muscles and expelled an incredibly long, thick, knobby impressive load of warm shit. This hot creamy dung which flowed right over the tongue of the frightened boy who now instinctively bent forward to capture it all in his mouth. Mike's teeth sunk into the solid column, as he sucked it like a cock into his mouth. Finally, Mike bit down into Helmet's turd and swallowed a sizeable amount. Helmet wacked himself off while he continued to shit into the welcoming jaws of the American submissive beneath him. The German finally finished emptying his bowels into his captive's mouth 45 minutes later. Without a word, Helmut closed the toilet lid and left Mike in the darkness. Mike didn't smile anymore after these globally enriching experiences, and Trotter, for his part, enjoyed the bonus check Burke promised him.
So which boy "won" the experiment and became the lucky plaything and living toilet of that Hollywood celebrity? Send me your suggestions and we'll let you know the outcome of the good doctor's depraved experiments.