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It wasn't to difficult for me to climb to the top of thetoilet (now that Lisa had gotten me this handy little ladder).This was so much better than having her pick me up and place methere, as she has in the past. How embarrassing. Now at least Ican pee like a man, and with a bowl so huge I cant miss ... well... hardly miss.

After relieving what seemed like a gallon, my self-esteem andbladder were both in tiptop form. Life was getting better, and Ifelt good about myself...well as good as a three-inch man could.With my pecker put away, and a good spit in the bowl, I was readyto make my way back down .

Turning about in such a...yes.. “cocky” manner Ibriskly reached out towards the ladder, but.. damn...I slipped.Knocking the escape route to the floor, “OH...what am I todo? GOD how stupid on my part...” Well, Ill just have towait for Lisa to come rescue me from my own stupid predicament.Time passed and no Lisa, minutes turned into an hour or two.Finally I could hear the rumbling of the floor as my worldstarted to quiver.

Lisa was in one of her moods.. ya know... “I don't feel goodand some ones got to pay.” That someone must be me.....
"Lisa thank God you're here, my ladder feel and well.......”

“SHUT UP... WHY IS THIS MY PROBLEM? YOU MADE IT UP THERE ..YOUMAKE IT DOWN, BUT BE QUICK, I'VE GOT TO GO....”“But Lisa, I cant get down.”“WELL, YOU BETTER JUMP ONE WAY OR THE OTHER CAUSE HERE ICOME.”

Looking down I could see that the height was way too far, and inthe bowl I would run the risk of being flushed away. With only amoment to consider I came up with a third option. Yes, it mayjust work! At any rate I had to try. Quickly, I jumped towardsthe front of the bowl, betting on holding onto the under rim andwith luck.... I might just be able to grab onto her panties. Well,I had to move quick as her massive and well-shaped rear was fastapproaching, filling my sight and sapping the light from myvision.

Holding on for dear life, my grip was startled by the release ofher gas. “GOD...Lisa...please... " My head was spinning from thetoxic spray, and just when I thought I might make it, her bladderlet go. She was gushing me with the force of ten fire hose. Myarms quickly gave way as the flood washed me down to the bowl,leaving me swimming for my life.

“Lisa...help...please...” but my cries where unheard.As I thrashed about in the pool of her waste, I screamed. “Lisa.....HELP”I shouted but with no answer. “Lisa...no, Lisa...”Looking up I see my worst fears...............her bowel was aboutto release. “Lisa nooooooooo,” but no sooner had Ipleaded, than her excrement came bombing down on me.
As I became physically expelled, my only salvation was hangingonto her droppings. Too winded to shout, my only hope was thatshe might see me when she got up. My head was getting faint asthe gases pulled the breath from my body.

Just as hope was fading, a brief daylight shined down as her handreached in and around. Hope was now becoming hopeless for shejust released the wipings from her ass (which fell down over me).

Desperately waving, I had made eye contact with her just as shewas raising and spun around to hit the handle. “Lisa....here..downhere.... help!” “OH, WHAT A MESSY LITTLE SQUASHY MAN......SERVES YOU RIGHT....HA,HA.”

“Please Lisa......please get me out....please?” “I’M NOT STICKING MY HAND IN THERE...HERE GRAB ON TOTHIS TOILET PAPER”. With all the reaching power I had left,one good try, and I was holding on for dear life. Covered almostcompletely in her waste, my trip upward was a true feeling ofreprieve. With the toilet flushing below me it was good to bemoving out and on my way to a good cleaning up . Looking up toLisa’s pretty smiling face I once again felt wanted. All thesudden her expression changed to one of surprising horror as thepaper life line tour ended and I began falling. “NO...AAAAAAAAAAAA WWWWW.”Splash! and into the shit vortex I went... guess that was the ENDof me.

The End.

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