Working Things Out Pt. 01

Warning:

The following story will focus heavily on the play and consumption of human waste, including feces and urine. If these topics do not interest you, I would not recommend you read further. Constructive criticism and comments are appreciated; however, I ask you not to rate this story poorly based on its contents alone.

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

Author's Note:

Hey guys, I know starting another series when two are already ongoing probably isn't the wisest idea, but I thought of this storyline, and it sounded interesting in my head. I don't know how often I'll update this story or how long it will be - it depends on how much I enjoy writing it - but don't expect something super in-depth. I imagine it will probably end up somewhere between my one-off stories and my long series (I'm targeting something similar in length to Mary's No Toilet Challenge).

I hope you enjoy!

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Faith Clarke

"And all the treadmills are still here," Faith muttered to herself, scribbling nonsense down on her clipboard to keep up appearances that she was busy and, in fact, not just perving on the young blonde currently using the chest press machine. Faith recognized the woman; she had been coming here for four months almost daily and always later in the evening. Her name was Emerson, and she was 24 - Faith looked her up in the gym's system the first week Emerson started working out here.

Despite her being a few years younger than Faith - or maybe because of it - she found herself quite attracted to the sporty blonde. She wasn't quite as muscular as Faith, but she was certainly fit. It seemed any excess body fat went straight to the woman's chest and ass, both almost disproportionate on her small frame.

Faith did her best not to stare, but she was always drawn to the woman. Unfortunately, her greedy second look was what bit her, Faith's eyes meeting the woman's for a brief second in the mirrors that lined the walls. Realizing that she had been caught, Faith sucked in a breath and approached as the blonde was finishing her rep.

Faith waited for Emerson to take out her earbud before talking. "Hey, just wanted to remind you that we're closing in about twenty minutes, so try to finish up before then. Take your time, though; no need to rush your workout."

"Yeah, of course," the blonde flashed a smile before putting her earbud back in.

As to not appear suspicious, Faith now had the unfortunate task of approaching the three other women in the gym and telling them the same. After which, she returned to the front desk, slumping into her chair and putting her clipboard away in a drawer.

The entrance was directly in front of her but turning to the left gave a view of most of the gym. Unfortunately, Emerson finished her use of the chest press and Faith could only watch as she walked towards the cardio section and out of view from the desk.

With her entertainment gone, Faith reluctantly turned her attention to her computer. As per usual, there were plenty of emails that likely should have been dealt with sooner than they had.

It was her least favorite part of owning the gym; dealing with suppliers, annoying business inquiries, and an onslaught of membership requests from people who didn't seem to understand that those had to be completed in person. However, one email stood out from the rest, the subject line a bold, capitalized warning.

**Astia Protein's Strawberry Shortcake Powder Undergoing Safety Evaluation**

Astia Protein's strawberry shortcake creatine powder is currently undergoing a product safety evaluation due to laxative and bowel incontinence effects. Please do not sell or offer this product to customers until it has undergone evaluation and proven to be safe.

We are not responsible for any effects that may occur if our instructions are ignored, and you continue to sell the product.

- The Astia Protein Team.

Faith knew that she didn't sell that product - or anything from Astia Protein for that matter. She had plans to expand, but currently, there was only a small offering of supplement powders and gym merchandise available to her patrons. However, the email still piqued her interest. Pinning it, she fully intended on doing some research immediately when she was suddenly made aware that the blonde she had been perving on all night was standing directly in front of her.

"Hey there, you're the owner, right? You're the only one I ever see working and I overheard you tell someone that this gym is yours."

From her angle, Faith had a direct view down the woman's tight pink sports bra, two mounds of pillowy, pail flesh bursting out the top. Not only that but they were drenched in sweat, giving them an alluring shine under the fluorescent lights of the gym. "Um, yeah... sorry," she shook herself free from their magnetism, hoping the blonde hadn't noticed (although it was impossible not to).

"I go by Em."

"Faith," Faith nodded her head in response.

Em scrunched her eyebrows, "So where did Haoma come from? I just assumed, you know, it's the name of the gym, Haoma Health and Fitness, so you probably named it after yourself being the owner and all."

"Nope, that's a long, uninteresting story."

"Well, you can't kick me out for another ten minutes, so I'm all ears," Em joked.

"Fair enough," Faith chuckled, "Legally my name is Fatemeh, but I go by Faith. Learned pretty early on that my parents didn't do me any favors in grade school when I literally have 'fat' in my name. Haoma is the Persian deity for like health and stuff. Hence why I named my gym after her."

"Oh, so you're Persian then?"

"I'm American, a first-generation immigrant. My parents are Iranian which is where the Persian comes from. They already weren't thrilled with me opening a gym as my career - my dad less so when he found out it was women's only - so I thought adding some of our heritage would help improve their opinions. It did not."

"Huh, cute story," Em smiled, "I'm white, born in America, and my parents are also American. So, a lot less interesting. Anyway, back to the reason I came over here in the first place."

"Oh, you didn't come here to learn about my ethnicity?" Faith asked sarcastically.

"Despite that being interesting, no. I actually was wondering if you had a job available, preferably something full-time. I, um... haven't been having much luck since graduating last year. It would probably just be temporary, though, until I could get something in my field of study, you know?"

The request came as a surprise to Faith. "I mean, I don't know what you want to do, but the only job I really have available is the morning shift. And that means you're responsible for doing basically everything. I can't afford to hire multiple people."

"That's OK, I like being busy," Em grinned, "I've been here pretty much since you opened, so I think I know how everything works."

"Ah, so that explains why I don't remember signing you up; Mayve must've done it." When the gym first opened, Faith had hired another woman named Mayve to run the morning shift. However, Faith was forced to fire her after a month when she was caught sneaking her friends in for free. It was a lot of work running everything alone, but the freedom to do it how she wanted was nice and she didn't have to worry about anyone breaking the rules. Still, it would be nice to not work fourteen-hour shifts every day.

"Um, maybe. I don't really remember her name, but I know it wasn't you if that helps."

Faith registered that she was talking out loud, "Oh, don't worry about it, just talking to myself. Would you be interested in the job, then? The shift would be 6:00 am - 2:00 pm Monday to Friday, and then we would alternate weekends. Unfortunately, I can only offer $14.50 an hour right now; I know it's not a lot."

"Oh, um, just like that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Em picked nervously at the edge of the counter, "I don't have any experience working in a gym. I don't think my sociology degree is going to help much either."

"I'll train you. Plus, you've been coming to the gym for a while now, so that helps." Truthfully, Faith could hear some alarm bells going off, especially after her experience with Mayve. Despite her usually very focused and calculated methods of decision-making, she had to admit that hiring Em was largely due to her thinking more with what was between her legs than in her head. The woman was hot; there was no way around it. Maybe it will help bring more lesbians into the gym, she jokingly thought.

Em smiled wide, "You'd really hire me?"

"If you want to do it, then sure."

"Of course!"

"Well, if you want the job and you're free, we can start training tomorrow morning. I'll meet you outside the front door at ten to six?"

"See you then I guess."

"Sound good. Have a good night."

"Yeah, you two," Em replied as she waved goodbye.

Watching the blonde leave out the front door, Faith returned to reality and once again questioned her decision; hiring someone due to their looks felt a little gross. Regardless, she couldn't go back on her choice now, so it seemed Em was in it for the long haul.

For now, she spent the last ten minutes of her shift updating Em's employment status and gym card permissions. She looked up when the remaining two women in the gym walked past to leave, wishing them both a good night.

Her heart fluttered as she watched the two of them leave. To be safe like always, Faith waited an extra five minutes before locking up the place. On her way back, she made sure to pull down all the blinds on the windows, ensuring no one would look in on her. The glass was tinted to block most visibility from the outside, but it was still better to be safe considering what she was about to do.

This was her favorite part of every day and one of the greatest benefits of owning a gym. It wasn't the reason for opening a gym in the first place - that had always been her dream - but it was definitely one of the leading factors for making it women-only.

Taking a deep breath, Faith squeezed her chest under her sports bra before stripping off the constricting clothing. Her tits now free, she massaged her flesh, her body shuddering as she pinched both nipples and twisted the increasingly hard flesh.

Staring at Em for the past half hour or so had already got her going, so Faith wasn't surprised to find her pussy absolutely dripping, coating the gusset of her panties underneath her leggings. As per her nightly routine, she dropped her top behind the front desk and grabbed her smartphone before making her way onto the gym floor.

One downside of being the gym owner and only employee was never having the time to work out; quite the tragedy for Faith considering she usually did it at least once a day. Using the gym after hours became commonplace for her pretty soon after opening. The benefit of this was that she could be as nude, kinky, and disgusting as she wanted. With each week, her limits only got pushed further. She had big plans for tonight - especially after being teased by Em - but first, she had to get her workout in.

Deciding to start with cardio tonight, she chose the treadmill furthest to the left and pulled out her phone. Another benefit of being the owner was that she had full control of the TVs hanging in front of the cardio section.

Making sure she was connected to the Bluetooth, Faith wasted little time going to her bookmarked pages and pulling up a select video she had been saving for a rainy day. Watching as two naked women lit up the TV screen, she upped the volume and started up the treadmill.

A day of sitting on her ass meant the start had to be slow, but soon she had the incline cranked up and was jogging at a solid klick. It was a hack that she'd discovered not long after buying the gym, but Faith was always surprised at just how much watching porn while working out helped.

Rather than focus on her sore joints or burning lungs, she was transfixed by the two women who were currently naked and writhing around on the TV. Faith could easily double her time on the treadmill as long as there was some high-quality porn to keep her busy.

That was, however, highly dependent on the porn itself. For, the moment the women on the screen started defecating - as they almost always did whenever she picked a video - Faith was reminded of the weight in her stomach and the feeling of desperation that she would spend most of the day ignoring.

This being a nightly routine, she could never hold as long as she would theoretically like to, but the protein powder she took each morning, and the coffee drank throughout the day to stay awake more than made sure she always had something in the chamber.

Sitting down at the desk helped to hold back the fecal onslaught, but standing up would always be a stark reminder, and running only enhanced it. Tonight was no exception for Faith as she felt pressure against her sphincter. Each step shook her lower body and forced the mass of waste building in her intestines to shift down.

The cramps built as she did her best to keep her eyes and mind focused on the TV currently displaying two women smearing shit over their pale flesh. The view was erotic but, as much as she hoped it would, the distraction did little to placate the bubbling in her stomach.

Realizing that she was close to the end, Faith upped the speed to a sprint for one last kick. Even shirtless, the intense cardio was quickly raising her internal temperature, and her olive skin was drenched in sweat. Beads were running between her tits and down her abs, pooling around the waistband of her yoga pants. Not wearing deodorant like usual, Faith could only imagine the smell her body must be emitting. To her, it smelt amazing. The rich funk of body odor coming off a woman was always something she loved.

When the video ended and her bowels were nearing their peak, Faith finally decided to end her cardio. She gradually slowed from a sprint to a walk, her chest heaving as she struggled to bring in enough air to support her burning lungs. As the treadmill crawled to a stop, Faith hopped off the machine and walked to the closest mirror, admiring her reflection.

Running her hands up her naked torso, she savored the feel of her well-defined body before grabbing her tits. They were relatively small but still close to a handful; the ideal size for someone who liked to workout but didn't want to wear support.

Another stirring in her bowels was a strong reminder of Faith's current situation, so she pulled herself from the narcissistic gaze and headed toward the locker room. Not to use the bathroom, of course; that would be a complete waste. Instead, she headed straight for the fabled locker thirty-one and inserted her master key. Sure enough, inside where they always were, Faith found Em's workout shoes. They were a bright white pair of running shoes and, much to Faith's delight, were still fresh from the woman's feet.

Was it wrong to go through other woman's belongings without their permission? Absolutely, especially now that Em was an employee. Faith was well aware of this, but she never stole anything or damaged what she took.

Still, they were never her proudest moments, but when she got turned on it was sometimes difficult to have rational thoughts. The ability to access these things whenever she wanted was always too much of a draw to say no. Em was usually the main target, but Faith must've experimented with every member's stuff at one point or another.

Tonight, however, after being teased by the blonde for the past couple of hours and talking to her directly, Em was the obvious choice. So, making sure to close and lock the locker when she was done, Faith took her prised pair of running shoes back onto the gym floor. Everything was coming together as she sat down in front of the chest press machine. It wouldn't be long until her waste would be released, but there was still a little time to enjoy the feeling of being stuffed before that happened.

First things first, Faith brought Em's left shoe directly under her nose and took the deepest sniff possible. Her body was immediately rocked with the pungent smell she had become so accustomed to. With her free hand, she wasted no time plunging it beneath her pants and panties. With her index and middle fingers, she pushed against her clit, rubbing it in small, concentric circles.

The first wave of pleasure after a day spent on edge was always the most powerful, Faith letting herself just take in the electrifying sensation as she continued to inhale the filthy aroma of the inside of Em's shoe.

Unfortunately, as per usual, she could only appreciate the smell for so long before her nose got used to it. That's why she came to the chest press machine. Only roughly thirty minutes ago, Em's sweat-soaked back was pressed directly against the plush seat.

The vinyl upholstery on all the equipment was designed to be waterproof, meaning all the sweat stayed on the surface. And, while many gyms had the patrons clean the equipment after use, Faith decided early on to make one of the selling features that the staff would handle it. It had the dual purpose of making the gym feel higher class, but it also allowed Faith to secretly enjoy the smells all the women left behind.

That's exactly what she intended on doing, pressing her face against the vinyl and breathing deeply. Unsurprisingly, the sweat had dried, but she could still smell it. It was certainly less powerful than the shoes Em had been wearing, but it was present nonetheless.

Sticking out her tongue, Faith ran it from the center of the backrest down to where it met the seat. The flavor was predominately that of the upholstery, but she could still taste the salty, musty flavor of sweat. It coated her tongue and made her salivate, her body shuddering as her fingers moved faster against her clit.

Her bowels twisted in another painful cramp, Faith gritting her teeth as she fought through it. Plunging two fingers between her labia helped some as they pushed deep into her absolutely drenched pussy. Her vaginal muscles clamped down as she found her g-spot, massaging the spongey flesh with as much vigor as possible. The pleasure helped some, but ultimately the addition of the two fingers put more pressure on her intestines. Regardless, the pleasure created by the action was far too good to stop now, so Faith didn't let up.

Satisfied that the back of the chair was clean, she pressed her nose directly against the vinyl seat, breathing in the stink violently before continuing her tongue bath of the vinyl. The flavor was noticeably stronger here, the dried ass-sweat of multiple women flooding Faith's tastebuds with a euphoric saltiness.

As she cleaned, the room was filled with the wet sloshing from her sex, and her heavy breathing. The sounds echoed in the relatively empty room, making it sound as if there were multiple women all engaged in a divine orgy.

Her bladder was the first to go, Faith initially confusing the wetness with more pussy juice not realizing she had begun leaking piss. When her pants began soaking through and the smell of stale piss hit her, she quickly stood and pulled down the front of her yoga pants.

A steady arch of urine shot forward, splashing against the vinyl upholstery and creating the sound of rain on glass. The pressure of her stream caused it to violently impact the chair and spray a fine mist of urine outwards in a cloud where it quickly settled on the black padded floor.

A pool of golden nectar had formed around the base of the chest press machine and spread outwards. It wasn't long before Faith's shoes were soaking in the puddle. Not that she cared, however, as the release of her bladder only increased the pleasure she was currently experiencing from the two violently fucking her pussy.