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only. Any resemblance to real persons or organizations is
entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2008 Alex Streuth Streuthanasia@gmail.com All Rights
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Content Warning: Likely to contain explicit depictions of sex and violence and/or gross or unpleasant interactions.
Hygiene
A short by Alex Streuth
Alex entered the room. He was dressed immaculately in a
single-breasted charcoal gray two-piece suit, his hair neatly combed in
trim businessman's fashion. He was wearing black dress shoes and
socks and a designer Italian leather belt.
The room was smooth and round, like the inside of the upper half of a
very large egg. The temperature in the room was high, kept
constantly at around 80 to 82 degrees Fahrenheit. There were two
features in the room, one was a small bench comprised of three vertical
slats of wood attached to a squat metal bar that was bisected by two
other shorter bars supporting at right angles, the other was a large
steam shower.
Alex stopped in front of the bench and sat, leaning forward to start
untying his shoes. Sweat started to bead on his forehead.
He smiled, in a bit of a grimace, as he forced the shoe off with his
thumb, shaking his hand briefly at the friction. He took his
socks off next and folded them neatly against themselves, then placed
them gently inside the shoes and slid the shoes under the bench.
Lifting his hands he attacked the tie around his neck with zeal,
loosening the collar and then slipping it off. Careful to undo
the knot he ran his hand down the material of the tie, smoothing it
out, before rolling it gently around his hand in a widening circle and
then placing it under the bench as well.
Next off was his vest, unbuttoning each button one at at time, quickly
and neatly, with fingers both nimble and practiced. He folded the
vest in half and laid it neatly beside him on top of the bench.
He unbuttoned his dress shirt next, its white pressed material starting
to colour around the neck where the grime from the day's business had
accumulated.
A vocal command mid-hoist activated the other feature in the
room—a steam shower. Its jets of water turned on, shooting
down to the drain in the floor, already hot but heating up further to
begin increasing the humidity. A few drops of water splashed onto
his toes as he finally got his chest bare and his shirts tucked away.
Next to come off were his pants, and then his underwear. They
were wadded up in a messier fashion as he was anxious to wash.
Leaving them on the bench he approached the shower and stood under the
steam letting it open his pores.
After a few moments of luxuriating in the atmosphere and feeling the
hot running water rivulet and slide off his skin Streuth began to
lather up. He squirted foamy soap into his hands from a dispenser
built into the wall and started rubbing it over his body. The
soap had small pieces of granite particles mixed in to exfoliate and
enrich his cleaning process.
The lather mixed with the water and swirled around Streuth's feet as it
ran down and vanished into the drain. After a few more moments
Alex stepped out of the shower and walked over towards the door,
punching a few numbers into a rubber-coated keypad there. A
pneumatic device near the wall unlocked and Streuth put his hand into a
smooth crevice there, pulling to reveal a hidden-door in the otherwise
smooth eggshell of the room.
A woman, crouching and shivering squat walked out of the recess in the
wall. Her arms were bent backwards and her legs were spread so
that she moved forward in a forced crab walk, her female bits on lewd
display.
Aside from the fixed stainless steel pins that had been surgically
implanted into her joints to keep her in this position she was
completely naked, and cold. She moved as fast as she could to get
under the shower, right on top of the drain, so that its life-giving
warmth could wash over her.
Alex took what looked like an injected molded plastic toilet seat atop
a sort of curved funnel out of the recess where, despite the modified
women's attempts, it was not very difficult to find. Alex smiled
at the object, seeing where the woman had attempted to disfigure it,
seeing that it still retained its shape and resilient nature.
Alex moved over to where the woman was and hunched down beside her,
looking her in the eyes. She pleaded with him, knowing what was
to come next, shivering with anxiety despite the hot fluid that ran
over her.
Alex smiled down at her and pet her head, running his hand through the
short hair, teasing it, then gripping it firmly. With his other
hand he forced the flanged tube into her mouth, using the applicator to
force it between her lips where it easily slid down through the soft
tissue of her mouth and started to penetrate her throat.
After playing with it for a few moments Streuth had it inserted as far
as it would go, it wound around the bend in the back of her mouth to
end up fully in her throat, bypassing any gag reflex if she still had
one.
The toilet bowl basin on top was already catching some of the water
from the shower and sluicing it down into the girl's belly. Alex
made sure that he lined his legs up with the girl's bent arms and then
sat down on top of her face, the custom molded plastic hugging his ass
like a second skin. The girl strained in response to the weight
of the man on top of her, feeling the pressure in her steel-pin locked
arms and elbows.
The opening to the woman's mouth was now directly beneath Alex's
sphincter as he settled onto the seat, the plastic hugging at his
bottom, and, since he was well toilet trained, the pressure that had
been building during the business meeting he had come from now felt
triggered to release. He was in position, he felt the water
running over him, he relaxed and let it go.
It felt good, Alex thought, as the girl beneath him not so much
swallowed his waste but rather received it for storage, directly and
neatly into her stomach that had been in recent disuse.
To look at her you would see a scrawny, lithe wispy creature. She
spent most of her time secreted behind the recess he had taken her
from, shivering in mild refrigeration—Streuth likened it to
hibernation. She received calories so sparingly that it was
important to limit her activity and reduce her body temperature.
Her infrequent usage was at both repulsive and refreshing to her.
She resented being used as a toilet dump, but she longed for the feel
of the hot water on her skin and to breathe the fresh humid air.
Streuth sat up a bit, adjusting, and then relaxed again, in no
particular rush. He leaned his head up and took some water into
his mouth, swishing it briefly before swallowing it. “I
guess I need to lay off on the fast food,” he thought, imagining
a bowl of wheat bran in the morning instead.
After a bit more straining on both their parts the strange congress
reached a few more peaks and then concluded with a brief exchange of
gas. The look on the creature's face was one of absolute
mortification. She at both knew what was happening and yet was in
shock. As many times as it had happened over the weeks she had
been here she had still not gotten used to it.
Alex, for his part, stood up off of the creature, paying it not another
thought as he ran more soap over his hands and cleaned his backside,
watching as it spilled down the drain. He gargled and spat and
then turned the shower off.
Reaching into a small crevice beside the faucet fixture Streuth started
to unwind a high-power firehose. He drew it out arm over arm and
adjusted the nozzle. Turning it on some to flush the remaining
warm water out he waited until the desired temperature starting
dribbling out and then in one fluid motion raised it at the woman
cowering beneath him and turned it on full blast.
Shocked by the freezing cold water the creature scrabbled backwards on
all fours, its bent arms not used to moving quickly. She
crab-walked back away from Streuth who reached down to withdraw the
plastic toilet tubing from her body as she crawled away.
Flushing her back to the far wall he dropped the plastic toilet tubing
he had used to move the solid waste from his bowels to her stomach onto
the floor of the shower and started to blast it clean. He kicked
it over to the side and made sure to flush it completely so that it
lost all trace of any remaining muck.
He aimed the hose again at the girl, forcing her further towards where
she had come. Punching the numbers into a pad located at the
shower caused the girl's hidey hole to open up again. The hard
attack of freezing water discouraged hesitation on her part.
Streuth threw the plastic container in after her and then closed the
door. It hissed pneumatically closed, sealing her and her eight
or so odd pounds of new weight back into storage.
He turned the hose off and replaced it, then triggered warm air vents
to begin drying him. He stood, arms outstretched, legs parted,
fully clean, drying.
About a minute later he re-dressed himself and combed his hair.
Inside the wall the girl toilet was crying and trying to vomit.
Something in her throat had been altered and cauterized, eliminating
both her ability to speak and her ability to effectively throw-up.
She sobbed quietly, cold, wet, and miserable, settling down into the
small space, trying to find someplace to hide the plastic device that
accompanied her. She tried pulling at it again, but was too weak
to do anything.
After a little while she stopped moving and making noise, her breathing slowed, and, silently, she began digesting her meal.
--
“Sorry about the break gentlemen, I am quiet eager to hear your
presentation, you'll just have to forgive the delay, I'm afraid I'm a
bit anal about public restrooms.” Streuth smiled at the men
assembled around him, who all politely pretended like he hadn't
returned late, and then one of him resumed a series of slides
illustrating a business proposition.
Alex leaned back comfortably in his chair, tucking his thumbs into his
waist band, feeling relief at having gotten rid of all of that weight
he had picked up at breakfast and lunch.
“So you'll see here,” the man was saying, and Alex smiled
as refreshments were served. Some cheese and crackers and then
small roast beef sandwiches, with a selection of drinks.
“And in just 6 months we predict that we'll see a return of about
70% on the initial investment, with more to follow, of course, barring
unforeseen things, acts of God, etc., which, if you'll note, we'll be
insured against, the underwriting is first rate in that regard...”
Alex smiled, half-listening, and half thinking about what he was going
to do later that day. “Excuse me,” he said amiably,
leaning in close to the man next to him surreptitiously, “when's
the next break?”