"There's no going back after this," Jamie said, squatting low, above my open mouth. "I knew you where different the moment I met you, and I knew after slipped that ring on your finger, that I owned you." 

She didn't even need to put the gag on anymore. Somehow over the last twenty years she'd quietly reshaped my body, emptied my mind, and now, seeing that mahogany brown log slowly emerge, somehow instills purpose. My clit, as she calls it, presses tight against the steel and like Pavlov's dog, the smell makes my stomach rumble with hunger. 

"Marriage has it's ups and downs, but I've always known you were so much more than a husband, a cuckold, a servant." She's been saving up for this. Bragging to her friends about she hasn't shit in a week. "You always handled my bullshit so well, I knew I could make you eat it." 

I'm trying to remember the first thing she ever put in mouth. A finger, a dildo. Was it a shoe? No it was words. This wouldn't have happened if you were a better husband. You come home from work and get high and play video games while I clean. Of course I don't want to suck your small smelly cock. 

I knew you were on your way home. I knew you'd open the door and see what a real man can do. If you want this work out, then some things have to change, you have to change. 

Now that real man is in the kitchen cooking breakfast for Jamie. My mouth is full and it's still coming. My cheeks inflated, red, bursting from the pressure. "This is what you're for now, eat it!" I'm gagging. "Eat it before I make you cum." I hear the click and rumble of her wand, then the cage vibrates. This is what she really wants. For me to lose momentum. To use my cum as icing for this batter. To tape my mouth shut again so I spend the rest of the day letting it slide down my throat because I couldn't wolf it down like a real toilet. 

Fuck it, fine. Maybe this is what I've always wanted, anyway. I gulp hard. It goes down slowly and sits in my stomach like a curse. Gulp. The urge to gag is fading now that I'm fighting the urge to orgasm. Gulp. A shiver of horny extasy goes down my spine. God I love this. Gulp. 

"Almost there!" 

Gulp. Every time I burp today will be a reminder of what I've become. Gulp. My stomach is getting sick. I gulp. I relax. I cum. "Look at that, I didn't even have to plug your nose! I have what can only and truly be referred to as a shit-eating grin. 

"Now lick the rest off my asshole so I can go eat my breakfast."

Mike burst in, "Jamie are you done with the toilet yet, this coffee is going to work, today."