Author: aaaav
Word count: 25291
I was chained to the radiator under the window, and I had a dog tag that read “Owner: Dormitory 401” around my neck. I became a toilet, a toilet belonging to the 401 dormitory. But a few hours ago, I was alone, a 16-year-old boy. It was still dark, and there was a slight snoring sound echoing in the dormitory. The girls are still sleeping. That’s right, except for me, who is chained to the heater, who can only stand and rest because of the length of the dog chain while enduring the scorching heat, who is not sleeping? Or, for me, the “toilet figure”? In this lonely and frightening night, I often think of the novels I have read. The word “toilet figure” has been flying around in my mind. “It’s scary, it’s really scary.” I shook my head in horror, and the dog chain was rattled. I was shrunk, shrunk down to the height of an average human knee. Because I’m a potty, I can’t be shrunk down very small. But the girls don’t seem to be happy with my height. This is very inconvenient to use. The youngest girl, a 10-year-old little loli, pouted and said so. Yes, part of the job of a toilet is to be used. There was a rustling sound from the lower bunk next to the door. A vague black figure rose from the bed, tall and tall. Although I know, this is just a girl no more than 15 years old. Maybe even smaller, after all, the youngest girl here is only 10 years old. Shrunken me makes everything I see bigger than usual, shocking. The sleepy girl stumbled to the window. I was really afraid that she would accidentally fall and crush me. I can even feel the ground shaking slightly. I heard the girl’s heavy footsteps, although very light, but in this silent night, very clear. The girl came to me, obviously with a sleepy look. I’m going to be used, just like they were before they fell asleep. “Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo… “Call softly to get our attention.” Before the lights were turned off, the girls lay on the bed and taught me leisurely. The girl in front of me opened her eyes. “Put your head up,” the 10-year-old girl in lace pajamas said to me playfully, lying on the edge of the bed just like the girl who had just taught me before she fell asleep. Just like the 10-year-old girl taught me, I whimpered and turned my face up. The girl stretched out her hand expressionlessly, grabbed the end of thread protruding from my mouth, and took out the cloth stuffed in my mouth. It was the girls wearing old underwear, rubbing into a group, stuffing into my mouth. This is already a discount. Today, it should be that yesterday afternoon, the girls found four old underwear, stacked into a roll, and stuffed it into my mouth. A quarter of the girls swallowed in the panties, surrounded me, surrounded me in the middle, I was difficultIt’s like swallowing panties in your mouth, but there is no progress. “The mouth is really small.” The youngest, a ten-year-old girl, said with some regret, “Can’t swallow it anymore?” The girl with black hair and glasses, who looked very quiet asked me with a trace of curiosity. She was a little shy with a cute hairpin on her short ear-length hair, with red pink on her white cheeks, and said timidly to other girls, “Well, since he can’t swallow it, you see, the toilet must have a lid, so, so, we can help him, and help him put the lid on.” “How can I help?” The pair of ponytails looked puzzled. The panty ball in my mouth, take a breath, and push the panty ball hard into my mouth. Pushing and twisting, it’s like turning a screw. I twist my head in pain, trying to get rid of the panty ball, but my head is tightly held by the girl’s hand. , Looking at me in a state of distress, I said to the other girls. The quiet girl grabbed my hair, pressed my face down lightly, aimed at my mouth, raised one leg, and put the other leg on the ground, and hit my mouth viciously with the knee of the raised leg, and hit the panty roll in my mouth by the way. After entering a little bit, “This is a good way.” The twintails became interested, lowered my head with both hands, and then imitated the appearance of a quiet girl, and hit my mouth with their knees once, twice, three times. Every time, I felt my mouth being stretched slowly. Every time, my mouth felt severe pain, the pain of being torn. The taller one raised her leg, trying to hit my mouth, but the bump was crooked. The knee as big as a rice bowl hit my nose. I almost fainted from the pain, and my nose instantly left blood, which flowed out along my nostrils. “It feels hard, ah, I kicked it wrong.” Beside me “That, that, me, fuck me” Without hesitation, without sympathy, without fear, the girl held my head with skillful hands, stroking the back of my head like a dog’s back, “It might hurt a little bit,” the tall girl said softly, tallThe girl raised her leg once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times…… Each time it hit the panty roll in my mouth accurately, every time I used full strength
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