Quarantined In A Toilet

The pics don't always match the situation described but i use your imagination a bit, :) enjoy everyone! i'm working on part 2 and loving this so far, you may get the next part tonight!

Chapter 1 - Apartment Hunting During The Apocalypse

Life has a funny way of throwing speed bumps in your way at seemingly the worst possible time. For John, he thought losing his job was the worst it would get, but sadly it was just the beginning. Just as the new found CoronaVirus began to emerge, his apartment building got sold and rezoned for a future mall being built. He had only one month to move out and find a new place to stay. Finding a new home in New York city was next to impossible, and with no job, it was hopeless! John’s roommate, Brian, packed his things and left the city early to go live with his family in the country, he was lucky, he had somewhere to go.

John spent every hour from morning until night trying to find somewhere to move but there was literally nothing. There was one place that seemed hopeful, a beautiful building on the upper west side, it was a dream, but when he arrived it was only to find that the picture was years and years old. The place was a run down dump full of crackheads and drug addicts. John sat on the bus, staring at his phone that was about to die, he wanted to cry. It was hopeless, there was nothing for him to even cling onto for hope. He was just about to turn off his phone to save battery when a text message came in. it was from a girl named Hannah.

Hey John

Sorry I didn't reply earlier, things have been such a mess lately, i can’t keep my head on straight, plus looking for a new room mate! Ugh, just the worst! Can you come by today! My work just quarantines everyone for safety in social distancing. So I'm home for good now. Wanna stop by to see the place?

John read the message and felt a wave of relief, this could be the stroke of luck he needed! He wrote back right away and told her he would be over ASAP, he knew how quickly apartments went in this city, and with a single woman, it wouldn’t last the hour. 

John stood outside the building and smiled, it was gorgeous, only a few years old and had a ton of stores close by, grocery, pharmacy, etc. he walked in and buzzed up to Hannah's apartment, she picked up right away and unlocked the front entrance. John walked in, the place had no elevator and was ten stories with Hannah living on the eighth. Slowly he began walking up the stairs and could already feel his legs burning, the lazy side of him started to look down on the place as he quickly shook the idea away, this place was beautiful and he needed a home, stairs were the least of his worries. 

John got up to the eighth floor and found Hannah’s door. He was just about to knock when the door flung open in a rush hitting the wall. A very round and sweaty looking guy with a big belly came storming out. He had deep sweat stains under his pits and looked incredibly worried as he hurried down the stairs.  John leaned back against the wall to give the guy room and then began to choke and gag, my god… the smell. John did not consider himself to be squeamish or weak to the stomach, he could handle bad smells and even horrible tastes, but this, this… was fucking disgusting! It was a warm steamy mix of onions and old rotten beef marinated in sweat and stink. It had a wet diarrhea like smell to it that made John’s skin crawl, it was truly horrifying. He fanned his nose and choked, he knew he would never forget that odor for the rest of his life. 

“Jesus christ!” John muttered as he fanned his nose and stayed leaning against the wall.

“HEY! Are you…. John?” a very chipper and bright female voice came from his left.

John turned  to the door and almost fell backwards down the stairs, Hannah… was a fucking BOMBSHELL! She stood at least 6 feet tall on her bare feet and had a powerful and curvy body! She was a bit chubby, more of a baby fat type of pudge, but you could easily see she was often at the gym trying to tone it all into muscle. John’s eyes moved up her thick powerful legs, thighs wrapped in a tiny pair of sweaty pink gym shorts. Her hips were wide and dipped in heavily to her waist. She was dripping with sweat and had a towel draped around her shoulders. Her long brown hair with bits of dirty blonde in it was messy and matted like she had just finished a rough night of sex, and my god.. Her smile! John stood like a statue as she laughed.

“You gonna come in and see the place?” she said while stepping aside and making room for him to move through the door.

John smiled and shook his head readying himself.

“Of course, sorry, I'm John” he said while sticking out his hand and stepping forward to shake hers. 

“Hannah” she said with a smile as she grabbed his hand. It wasn’t until they stood face to face that John realized how large she was, he was not a small guy, not huge either, he was about five foot and ten inches. Hannah towered over him like a giantess, it was really rare that a woman was that much taller than him without heels on and it was incredibly intimidating. The second thing he noticed was the smell, it was a thick sour sweaty odor that came from her body and filled the small apartment. 

“I’m sorry about that last guy, he came to see the place but then just took off all the sudden!” Hannah smiled and wiped herself down with the towel before throwing it to a hamper and completely missing. 

John did a slow 360 and checked out the apartment. He was shocked to see it was a single studio! It was only one room with a bar kitchen and bathroom. Hannah had a small double bed in the corner that looked way too small for her, the rest of the place was COVERED in trash, laundry and filth. John didn’t know what to say, there was crap everywhere! The laundry hamper was overflowing with clothes, rotten socks, and stained panties. He took one step back and then heard cracking under his feet. He lifted his foot up to see a small chip bag and an ankle sock stuck to the bottom of his sole. The place smelled like a garbage can that hadn’t been changed in weeks! John didn’t notice until that very moment, it was like he was hypnotized and distracted by Hannah's beauty. He turned to look at her as she blushed and began to apologize!

“Im SOO SOO SORRY! Like.. I meant to clean up! I swear, like… it’s not always like this!I have just been so busy at work! And had no time to shop! Things keep piling up, like.. Oh my god.. I just can’t!” Hannah spoke so quick and disoriented, it was clear she was a bit of a mess.

“Ummm.. where would i sleep?” John asked in more of a state of shock than anything, he had no idea what to say.

“OH… RIGHT HERE!” Hannah high stepped through some laundry and garbage before using both arms to sweep a massive pile of garbage off of a very stained and smelly looking pull out couch by the side wall across the room from her bed.

John stood there in pure shock, this had to be a joke, maybe someone was playing a prank on him?

“I don’t know why, but i can’t seem to find anyone who will stay more than a month! I moved to New York last year and all my roommates just scatter! I thought people in this city were supposed to be friendly!” Hannah put her hands on her hips and pouted a bit like a little girl.

“Uhmm…. I uh……. How much… is the rent?” John asked, again not sure what to say.

“$150 a month” Hannah said with a big smile!

“150!!!!!” John almost screamed back at her… that was insanely low! Crazy low! 

“Well i used to charge more, but like i keep lowering it each time someone leaves. To be honest John, My parents give me money! Like.. alot.., it’s more about having someone around! I come from a big family and I hate being alone! Like.. ugh… i wanted to make a fresh start here! UGHH” she let out a moan and plopped down onto the spare couch/bed.

John was horrified by the place, it was a mess, but he had to rationalize with himself. The next night he would be on the street and he couldn’t afford to go anywhere else. This girl was a mess! That was forsure! But the apartment could be cleaned! With no job and all the extra cash from her low rent, he could spend a week cleaning and organizing the place, making it livable. He had to look at the bright side of things, he would be living with a literal supermodel! He should consider himself lucky! There were probably pathetic submissive men out there that would pay her to let them clean. He laughed to himself and then looked over to Hannah. 

“So when can i move in?” John asked with a smile

“REALLY! YOU MEAN IT!” She jumped up and shouted! A huge smile on her face!

“Yea, i could really use the extra money from the low rent, and you seem nice enough” John said trying not to be creepy!

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! THANK YOU! YOUR SO SWEET! JOHN OH MY GOD, YOUR NOT GONNA REGRET THIS! I'M GONNA BE A GREAT ROOM MATE!” Hannah screamed and came at him like a bulldozer wrapping her arms around him. She was crazy strong for such a beautiful girl! John struggled in her arms as she held him tight against her still sweaty and sticky body from the gym. John choked on the sour air and pulled away from her as he walked back towards the door trying not to trip over trash and clothes. 

“I’m gonna get my stuff, it’s just some clothes, and i'll be back tonight? Okay?” John asked.

“PERFECT! I’LL BE HERE ALL DAY, AND WE CAN TALK ABOUT THE RENT TONIGHT! OH MY GOD! I'M SO EXCITED! I lived with so many bitchy girls! Finally a cute guy… see you later John” Hannah smiled and closed the door quickly. 

John stood in the hallway staring at her door as a low set rumbling came from the other side. It began picking up in its power and force as the floorboards under his feet actually vibrated a bit. It turned into a wet splatter, like a wet towel was tied to a ceiling fan and shaking all over the room. John stepped back from the door expecting some sort of explosion to come from the other side. He then laughed to himself, the train was just outside, the vibrations had to be from underground. He was way too on edge. John smiled to himself and walked down the eight flights of stairs, happy he finally had a new place to live. Now… he could start over.

Chapter 2 - Locked In With No Escape

The whole ride home, John’s mind jumped from how dirty Hannah’s apartment was, to how perfect and alluring her body was. A small part of him felt like he had made a mistake, why had all her previous roommates moved out? Surely the mess? She was bright and seemed nice enough. As soon as John walked into his own tiny place he felt like a bit of an asshole for judging her. His place was a mess, nowhere near the level hers was, but he had no right to look down on her. He was moving and had lost his job but that was little of an excuse. He took a few hours to gather his things and take his last shit in peace in a bathroom that was all his. By seven pm he was all packed and ready to go. John dropped off the keys with the landlord and then began riding the bus back to his new home. His home with Hannah.

He got there by 7:30 and everyone was hurrying on the streets in a big rush to get somewhere. He slowly made his way up to Hannahs door and then knocked while huffing for air. He waited a moment and then knocked again…

“I'M COMING, JUST A SECOND!” Hannah could be heard from a short distance, most likely in the bathroom. 

A minute later she opened the door, her smile just as beautiful as earlier. Her hair was still sweaty and messy but she had on different clothing now. Her top was covered in a white shirt that her breasts were threatening to burst right through. Her bottom half was covered in the tightest pair of jeans he had ever seen, it was hard to believe she could even breath with them buttoned up! Again they looked almost 3 to 4 sizes too small for her! Maybe even more!

“COME IN, COME IN! Make yourself at home… ROOMIE!” Hannah smiled and giggled a bit as she made room for John to walk in. 

John came in and the place was just as dirty as when he left, he wasn’t expecting it to be cleaner but was still shocked for some reason. As soon as Hannah closed the door behind him, the smell hit him. The same smell from earlier. The odor of death, the burnt onion and old sweat smell that burned his nose, it filled the entire apartment like a gaseous fume that threatened to kill him! The odor was even worse now, it was accentuated by a thick undertone of eggs, he could practically taste the spoiled eggs in his mouth. John began to gag and rushed to the window, pushing on it hard to open it! The window popped open an inch at the bottom as John continued to push.

“They only move out like an inch! SO ANNOYING! I know.. And there’s no air conditioning! Apparently they used to open all the way? But before i moved in some guy jumped out and commit suicide, so now they only open a crack! IT SUUUCKS! Like… i don’t know if you noticed, but i get like.. SOO SWEATY!” Hannah spoke very casually as John pressed his face to the 1 inch crack in the window huffing for air!

John’s heart began to beat rapidly, he had a horrible realization that the odor from earlier, it wasn’t coming from the sweaty man in the hallway. IT WAS COMING FROM HANNAH! The apartment was so thick with the hot steamy odor that he could barely breathe! Hannah seemed completely used to it though as she moved around behind him like nothing was wrong at all. 

“Do you like pizza? I LOOOOOVE PIZZA! I think i'm gonna order some tonight!” Hannah said with a big smile as John continued to wheeze at the window!

This was horrible, he couldn't live here, this was a mess! John stood at the window, breathing the fresh air from the city streets as he collected his thoughts. It was either this or a crack house, he could clean for the night, make it sleep-able, and then find a new place to live as soon as possible! He took a deep final breath from the window and then turned back to face Hannah. She was bent over the kitchen counter looking at a take out pizza menu, her ass tripled in size when she bent over, the jeans seam was twitching and looked like it was about to explode into shreds from the pressure her thick body was putting on them. She moved her legs back and forth seductively, wobbling her big ass back and forth as John starred. She was gorgeous, just… massive….

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Hannah lifted one leg as a horrendous blast ripped through the small one room apartment. John stood in a state of shock watching her ass with intense concentration. The fart was louder, longer and more disgusting than anything he had ever heard in his entire life. It lasted 17 seconds and splattered at the end with a sound that John knew was wet shit caking itself between her cheeks. He realized the sound from earlier wasn’t the subway. It was Hannah, and just as he had that thought was when the smell hit him. He almost fell backwards, crashing through the glass window and falling to the streets. Luckily he caught himself and pressed his face to the small crack that fresh air could enter. From the corner of his eyes he could see Hannah grab the back of her jeans and tug them deep into her ass. He choked and gagged while breathing deeply and Hannah let out a groan….

“Don’t tell me YOUUUUU have like.. A lung condition also? I can’t deal with another roommate coughing up a storm” Hannah said in an irritated sounding tone.

“Wh..wh….what?” John struggled to get out as he choked…

Hannah turned around to lean on the counter..

“The last girl i lived with, and the guy like, before that, and the girl before that, they all had some sort of like, condition where they choke and cough like, constantly! It would always wake me up at night! You don't like it, have that thing too? Do you?” Hannah asked.

“No” John choked on his breath…

“Maybe it’s like a city thing, from all the pollution here! What do you like on your pizza?” she asked while changing her mood instantly, it was like she was bi polar.

“Uhmm.. i'm okay with anything..” John choked out as he fanned his nose and turned back to face her. The smell was still thick in the room and hadn’t dissipated at all.

Hannah ordered two extra large pizzas, a meat lover and a veggie, both with extra cheese and extra hot peppers. As soon as she had placed the order, she plopped down onto her messy bed covered in piles of clothes and pulled her ear phones over her head. John could not believe what he had gotten himself into. He spread out a clean bed sheet over the couch he would be sleeping on and then tossed his bag on it. He didn’t want to sleep on the cushions with how dirty they were. 

John began cleaning at the area closest to his bed, working in a 180 degrees fashion and clearing out the floor around him. Once he had picked up all of the garbage and tossed all of the crusty old socks and panties to the hamper, there was still a sticky layer of fluid on the floor. It was almost like walking in a dirty movie theater that was covered in pop. John grimaced as his shoes stuck to the floor and then looked over to Hannah. Between her and the kitchen was her laundry hamper, stuffed to the rim with dirty clothes, socks and panties. It seemed like she just bought new ones whenever they got dirty, did she ever do laundry?

“Hey, do you have any paper towels?” John asked, but she didn’t hear him as she stared at her laptop and listened to music. 

“HEY, HANNAH” John waved to her and she pulled off her headphones with a smile. 

“Do you have a paper towel, I'm gonna clean up the floor a bit!”

“Awwwwe, you're such a sweetheart! The place is a mess! And yea there's some in the bathroom!” Hannah smiled and used her long leg and socked foot to point towards her bathroom. 

John began stepping over piles of garbage and clothes as he approached the bathroom. He hadn’t realized until this moment that he had not seen it yet, with how messy Hannah was, it was most likely going to be a disaster. As he got closer and closer to the door, he could smell a sour odor that got stronger with each step. By the time he reached the door handle something deep inside was screaming at him DON’T OPEN IT! But he had to see, surely it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Pushing some clothes aside with his foot first, John slowly opened the door. The smell that came out was akin to a morgue, it was like something had died and was being heated in an oven! John began to choke and gag as Hannah giggled behind him. He reached in and fumbled his fingers on the wall looking for the light switch. He found it… 

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The sink was to the left, the toilet right ahead of him, and the shower to the right. It was a small one person bathroom that Hannah could probably barely fit inside! John’s eyes drifted first to the toilet! It was filled to the rim with thick liquid feces! Inside the thick liquid were multiple old hard turds floating around like apples. It was caked in toilet paper which trailed off and also filled the trash can next to it. The overpowering odor of shit was unreal, truly horrific! Hannah was still giggling, was this a joke to her? The sink was equally disgusting and covered in grime, the shower was ever worse. Shit splattered the walls in sprays of different colors. It was clear she had tried to clean it up but done a horrible job and just smeared it around into a smudge of colors. John took a few steps back and tripped on a pile of clothes, tumbling back and hitting his head on the corner of Hannah’s bed.

“MY LAST ROOMMATE, THE GIRL I LIVED WITH, SHE WOULD LIKE, FIX THE TOILET DAILY, I LOVED HAVING HER AROUND, BUT SINCE SHE LET, UGH, IT’S JUST BEEN A MESS. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO USE A PLUNGER?” Hannah screamed way too loud with her headphones on and only a few feet away. 

John walked slowly back towards the bathroom and glanced into the corner. There was a blue toilet plunger that was absolutely covered in feces. He pulled his shirt up over his face in a face mask fashion but that barely helped, his eyes still watered from the intensity. He grabbed the plunger and slowly let it sink down to the bottom of the thick pool of feces in the toilet. It bubbled and popped at the surface making him dry heave and choke harder. Slowly he began to pump, it was so over filled that with each thrust, shit was cascaded onto the floor all over her dirty clothes and other garbage. John knew it was a mess but he couldn’t start cleaning with the toilet like this! He pumped again and again as the pipes groaned in protest, even the toilet didn’t want to accept this horrible mess from hell. John pumped again, and again, until he thought it might be clear. He reached up with a shaking hand and gave the toilet a flush. He watched as the brown mess began to spin in a tornado of shit, slowly going down the hole at the bottom as the toilet choked and gargled. The pipes rattled from the pressure as the toilet began to vibrate. John barely had time to move before it backed up and shot shit out like a cannon that had backfired! John was leaning over the bowl so he blocked the blast from hitting the roof and walls but took the full force of it to his face and chest. He stood there, frozen in horror as cold wet old shit dripped from his face, he could see nothing but brown. Hannah burst out into laughter behind him, cackling like a child! Things seemed to move in slow motion as John jumped into the shower and began stripping off his clothing, he choked and gagged on the mix of horrible tastes in his mouth, the sour bitter clay like shit filled his mouth as he let the cold water run down his body. He choked and vomited onto the shower floor, his head was spinning, this was all a horrible mistake.

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John showered for an hour, crying most of the time as he wept and curled into a ball on the floor. He would never get that taste from his mouth. After his long shower, he used a garbage bag to throw out everything in the bathroom, garbage, clothes, used toilet paper, all of it. Once it was all bagged he used bleach on the entire bathroom, every surface, the chemical smell made him dizzy but it was nothing compared to the horrible odor of shit. John put on clean clothes and brought the giant trash bag to the front door. He pulled the door open as a pizza guy stood there with his hand up, about to knock. John squeezed past him as Hannah ran to the door with a big smile. 

When John was walking back upstairs from throwing out the trash, the pizza guy rushed past him, covering his mouth and nose. John could already make out the hot steamy smell of Hannah’s farts on the fourth floor. When he got back upstairs Hannah offered him some pizza but his appetite was totally gone. He didn’t think he would eat for years! John spent the next hour cleaning the area around his bed and scrubbing the floor so he had somewhere to stand, all while Hannah demolished the pizzas. John figured after the first one she would stop, save the rest for later? Or tomorrow? But no, she dove right in. She kept both boxes on her bed and ate with no plate while drinking right from a two liter bottle of coke. 

“Geez, how do you keep your body when you eat that much!” John laughed and joked, Hannah smiled and let out a massive burp.

“UUUUUURRRRRP, I like, go to the gym, daily, but…. They keep making me change gyms, I don't know why. I'm trying a new one tomorrow, DO YOU WANNA COME?” Hannah’s eyes lit up as she took another big bite of pizza.

“I should probably be job searching, but definitely another time” John opened all the windows to get as much fresh air in as possible and then flopped down on the couch that was his bed. It was barely big enough for him but would do for now and was better than the street. As soon as he laid down, Hannah had finished the last piece of pizza and laid back while unbuttoning her jeans. She let out a groan and then threw each box one at a time like a Frisbee towards the packed full trash. Both boxes rolled off spilling crust and pizza crumbs to the floor. John wanted to say something but it wasn’t his home and he was gonna be leaving soon. Hannah flicked on the t.v and turned to the news as Donald Trump was starting a press conference

“People of America, we are at war with an invisible enemy. An enemy we can not see or detect for over a month. An enemy in the form of a virus. There have been many rumours and false facts circulating in the media and I want to assure you that we here in the USA are more prepared for this than ever. You do not need to worry, but, in this time of extreme threat, I do need all of your cooperation. We have decided that a country wide lock down needs to be put in place. As of this moment, everyone will be quarantined to their homes so we can stop this virus from spreading. I understand this may seem dire, but it is what we need to do to survive. Food will be delivered to everyone so you do not need to leave your homes, and anyone caught breaking the quarantine will be arrested and prosecuted in the court of law.  We do not know how long this will last, for now we are going to say a month, but that could turn to two, or three, possibly four. We need everyone to prepare to stay where you are for the next extended period of time. We will get through this. After this conference is done we will have a press briefing where we will answer all of your questions!”

“THIS IS HORRIBLE!” Hannah said almost on the verge of tears..

John couldn’t speak… his lip was actually quivering at the thought of being trapped in this room with Hannah, for god knows how long! His eyes slowly moved across the trash covered floor and over to Hannah who had her hands cupped over her mouth as she watched the news, people were rioting and smashing store windows, it was like the purge. She let out a whimper and then lifted her ass off the mattress, her face squinting. 

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Hannah cried a bit as she groaned and let out a fart that was twice as long as her last one, it was wet and horrible and sounded like she had unloaded over five pounds of shit into her fresh and new looking jeans. John listened in horror as she began fanning her nose and choking, the smell was even getting to her now. It floated across the room, filling the small space as John felt himself being strangled. The gas was literally choking the life out of him, it was so wet and cheesy, he could taste the pizza and began to dry heave. 

“I'M SO SORRY, I GET SO GASSY WHEN I'M NERVOUS!” Hannah got up and waddled to the bathroom with her big ass cheeks pressed together. John watched her squeeze in, all he could see from his bed was her legs as she squeezed the tight denim down. There was a thick clear coating of brown in the crack of them. 

“I SHOULD APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE, LIKE, MY LEGS, ARE TOO LONG TO CLOSE THE DOOR WHILE I'M IN HERE, I HATE THIS TINY ASS BATHROOM” Hannah yelled from the bathroom as her ass hit the toilet seat with a bang, John wanted to cry, he couldn’t even answer her. 

“AND YOU UNCLOGGED THE TOILET! YOUR LIKE A MALE VERSION OF ALISA! CAN YOU TURN THE T.V UP?”

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“JOHN?” Hannah asked as she unleashed an atomic bomb of pizza shit into the toilet. It sounded like she was literally dropping full chunks of pizza from her ass that had shot right through her digestive system. John laid back on the bed and covered his ears with both hands, trying to block out the sounds of her shit hitting the water surface. The smell began filling the apartment and he rolled over with his face pressed to the pillow, even that barely helped. The sour stink of cheese that had gone bad inside her and was now sitting in the toilet was on a toxic level that he could not begin to describe! He was sure the people above and below her could smell it, how could anyone have ever lasted a full month with this woman!

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John cried into his pillow as the blasts continued, every time he thought it may have been over, she would continue with a blast that rivaled all the ones that came before. She had drowned out the sound of the television and John was sure he was not ever going to forget this woman. She was beautiful, a goddess, but a monster. A fucking shit stink demon! No wonder she was single and had no room mate! She was oblivious to her own body! John started to wish he had gone with the crack house as his choice as the press conference was ending. He was going to be trapped here, not even aloud to open the front door! This was a fucking nightmare!

“John?” Hannah called from the bathroom with a worried tone..

“WHAT?” John yelled back in a small bout of frustration..

“Uhmm.. i… i clogged the toilet again”