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I was doing some thinking and it occurred to me how inefficient taking a piss is in terms of disposal (waste of water flushing, tons of pee being dumped into the ocean) so why don't we just cut out the middle man and continually drink our own piss? It's a simple process really. 1. Pee 2. Drink Pee 3. Pee Again 4. Drink Pee Again and so on. I mean urine is sterile right so what's the harm? Imagine the convenience factor alone of just never needing to dispose of own urine. Thoughts, suggestions?
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BTW no gross fetish stuff, this is for serious urine drinking discussion only.
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Jan 8, 2015 05:57
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it tastes bad idiot
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Jan 8, 2015 05:57
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Let us know how it goes, OP!
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Jan 8, 2015 05:58
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Why don't we all drink each others instead? You know, to become a closer knit community.
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Jan 8, 2015 05:59
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We already do this.
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Jan 8, 2015 06:00
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a hole-y ghost posted:it tastes bad idiot I'm not saying you have to drink it straight up. Maybe mix it in with some soda or something. It's all gonna end up the same anyway.
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Jan 8, 2015 06:00
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But what would I use to make my homemade pheromones?
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Jan 8, 2015 06:00
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GBS - Serious urine drinking discussion only
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Jan 8, 2015 06:00
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With the quality of new topics being posted in GBS, its like we're already pissing in our own mouths!
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Jan 8, 2015 06:02
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We don't need to be so vulgar about it. Maybe someone can design a device that's essentially a a long tube that fits under your clothes, going straight from your gentiles up your shirt popping out right by your collar so you can casually sip on it throughout the day. The startup potential is essentially limitless.
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Jan 8, 2015 06:09
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Big Water is usually behind any attempt to stop the secret knowledge of self-urinary refreshment.
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Jan 8, 2015 06:11
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Drink it? Urine is for washing your face. 
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Jan 8, 2015 06:12
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You first, OP. Calling  if you don't.
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Jan 8, 2015 06:30
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Kill ur self
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Jan 8, 2015 06:32
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This guy has some answers for you, OP. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRX58Ut-q4o
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Jan 8, 2015 07:04
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Francis Baconator posted:You first, OP. Don't do a toxx clause on something so loving stupid. God you're as bad as op
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Jan 8, 2015 07:06
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rtfWQcmVM4
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Jan 8, 2015 07:15
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It might be cancer, you should at least taste it.
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Jan 8, 2015 07:15
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nullEntityRNG posted:God you're as bad as op Nah
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Jan 8, 2015 07:15
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Shimrra Jamaane posted:I'm not saying you have to drink it straight up. Maybe mix it in with some soda or something. It's all gonna end up the same anyway. Not a loving vagina in this place has the stones to back up his poo poo/piss themed cuisine posts with an instructional video. How the gently caress am I supposed to finish jacking off now?
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This time Master didn't stop next to the line of people waiting to get in. He simply dragged her into the club and straight into the toilet. Here, next to the urinals, was a thick steel plate with a truly monstrous dildo mounted in the center. The tip of the dildo had a little hole in it and Chloe instantly began to get a bad feeling about this dildo. Her fears proved well founded as Master removed her butt-plug, greased up the monster-dildo and pushed her down on it. Chloe was convinced it was far too big. It felt like she was going to split in two and she screamed as the tip entered her, but there was no way around it and slowly, painfully she was pushed down the length of it's monster shaft until her butt-cheeks met the metal plate it was mounted on. Chloe's screams had died as she struggled to breathe, struggled to convince herself that she wasn't going to die from the brutal intrusion. While Chloe struggled to adapt to the intrusion in her rear end, Master tied her legs. First he used straps to fuse her calves to her thighs and then he used heavy straps to secure her legs to her body, making it look like Chloe was sitting in a very painful squat. The straps also made sure that her arms were now fused with her body. Then he took a strange strap and placed it over her eyes and forehead, pulled her head back until she looked straight up and finally secured it to the metal plate, insuring that Chloe's head could not be moved and that she could only look straight up. The strap was strange because it had holes for her eyes so that she could still see. Then he removed her gag and inserted a very large glass funnel into her mouth, making sure that Chloe could not remove it by leading a strap behind her head and fastening it to eyelets in the funnel. Finally he pulled a condom of sorts over Chloe's chastised member. The condom had a tube in the other end, a tube that ran into the nearest drain. Then he addressed Chloe: "You are now a urinal. I have always thought that this was the ideal position for you, so I made arrangements with the club to install you." Chloe whined with fear as she began to realize what was about to happen. Master continued: "I have put signs up on the other urinals telling people that they are closed for repairs. You are the only urinal in the club this weekend." As he turned to leave he said: "Did I mention that this weekend is the annual beer festival, an extremely popular event in this club? Have fun." Chloe screamed as Master left the room, leaving her as the only functioning urinal in the building. The first guy to use her got a bit of shock as he realized that the urinal was looking at him with pleading, desperate eyes. Chloe could look up at the people pissing down her throat by looking up through the side of the glass funnel. In fact Chloe could look nowhere else but up. She did have the option of closing her eyes, but what good would it do her? With her eyes open she could at least try to plead for mercy from whoever used her mouth. But mercy was not prevalent among the men pissing into her wide-open mouth. Rather the sight of a rubber-bound TV with her mouth open just waiting to swallow their piss, turned most of the guys on something awful. Once word got around that Chloe was the new urinal, sales at the bar skyrocketed. During the whole night and well into the morning Chloe had at least two guys pissing down her throat at a time, all the time. She barely had time to breathe and after a couple of hours she was bloated from all the urine she had to swallow. As the night progressed her bladder reached a state where she had to pee constantly. Chloe tried screaming, crying and begging, but all were very hard with a funnel pressed almost down into your throat. Besides, it probably did her more harm than good, since it seemed to turn people on. Chloe was desperate, but there was no pause until early Saturday morning when most of the customers had gone home. Not everyone had left the club and Chloe still had a steady stream of customers and piss coming to her during the day, but at least there were breaks of several minutes and sometime as much as half-n-hour. This gave Chloe some time to think and her thoughts disturbed her enormously. When she took stock of her hopeless situation, Chloe found that she liked it. In fact she loved it. She loved being forced to drink piss, she loved being held in inescapable bondage and she loved that she was now Masters complete plaything, a mere object. Her own liking for the situation scared Chloe badly because it meant, combined with Master's brutal treatment of her, that she would in all likelihood be spending a great deal of her life doing this: swallowing piss. These thoughts scared Chloe badly, but they also excited her. As before her mind was filled with the need to cum. It was now more than six months since she had had her last orgasm and most of that time had been spent in intense arousal. Again she was filled with an overpowering need to cum, with an overpowering need to obey so that she could be allowed to cum. As Saturday night and the beer festival continued Chloe whimpered with need as her cock strained against it's prison, but there was no one who wanted to hear about the needs of a mere urinal. Urinals are made to be pissed in, nothing else, no matter how pleading their eyes may look. Saturday night was yet another nightmare of unfulfilled lust combined with the ever-present fear of drowning in all the urine that was deposited in her mouth. Saturday proved to be even worse than Friday and sometimes six guys or more pissed into her gaping and receptive mouth. Chloe spent the whole night and most of the early morning in a state of near panic as she tried to keep up with the flow. Her stomach was now visibly bloated from all the disgusting liquid and Chloe had lost all bladder control as the urine just ran out of her in a steady stream. To make matters worse, her arms and legs had begun to suffer from the long hours spent in the cramped position. On Saturday morning they had hurt, but that hurt was now replaced by a deep, burning ache and Chloe feared that if she wasn't set free soon her arms and legs would suffer permanent damage. She cried with relief as the number of people began to dwindle and she knew that Sunday morning had come. If things were as they had been before Master would soon come to release her from this position. She was sure that she would be used for something equally painful and humiliating, but she didn't care. As long as she was released from this position. Not only could she feel that she was close to damaging her limbs, but she just couldn't swallow any more piss. It had become too much. But Sunday morning came and went without any sight of Master and as the number of people picked up on Sunday night with still no sight of Master, Chloe had been reduced to a panicky whining. That is, whenever she didn't have her mouth full of urine. On Monday afternoon Chloe had some sort of panic attack, briefly blacking out as she realized that Master might not come to release her at all and she lost her sense of time. All she knew now was that she had been in her present cramped position for days without any hope of release. By now even the dull, burning ache had disappeared from her arms and legs and Chloe feared that she might never be able to use them properly again. Chloe stayed in her horrible position as a urinal until Thursday night. She had lost all hope when suddenly she recognized Master's face through the stream of piss he released down her throat. There was no one else in the bathroom and after closing his fly, Master addressed Chloe: "Chloe, you filthy slave-slut, I believe you have finally reached your proper station in life." Hearing this Chloe knew what was in store for her and she began sobbing as Master continued: "I'm going to turn you permanently and irreversibly into a urinal. Believe me, it's for your own good. It is definitely the best thing that can happen to you." With those words, accompanied by Chloe's hopeless whining, Master poured a tasteless liquid down her throat and soon thereafter Chloe lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was in a hospital bed, unable to move. The first person she laid eyes on when she woke up as Master, so she knew that she had not been rescued, especially since it seemed that the world had been turned upside-down. As she adjusted to the surroundings she realized that Master's idea of how to turn a TV-slave into a urinal was far more drastic than she had realized. Both her arms and her legs were gone and as she tried opening her mouth to scream, she got two more nasty surprises: Her mouth was now permanently opened as much as possible and she no longer had any voice. Also she realized the reason that she was seeing things upside down. It was because her head had been bent backwards and fixed in this position. She hardly had any movement left to her. She descended into a complete hysterical blackout. When she finally came out of her blackout Master was still beside her. Speaking in deceptively friendly and reasonable tones he informed her that her arms and legs had been too damaged for her to keep them and, as was the case with her vocal cords, she wouldn't need them anyway. The rest of the changes were necessary for her to function properly as a urinal. He also told her that she had been kept sedated until her wounds had healed so that she was now ready to assume her proper position in life. With that he lifted her out of the bed and carried her away. Chloe cried hopelessly, but her crying stopped as she felt Master's hand on her cock. She no longer wore the hated chastity device! Maybe Master would allow her to cum at last. But as before she was disappointed. Master just played with her member, again and again denying her release and Chloe was again crying as Master dumped her into the trunk of his car. He took her to the same club as before and here the preparations for her arrival were in place. A giant dildo had been mounted in the floor and Chloe was now pressed down over it. It was even larger that the one she had thought would split her in two and again she was convinced it would kill her. Of course she had no such luck and soon her butt-cheeks touched the floor as she sat gasping for air. To make absolutely sure she couldn't move four steel rods were now inserted into holes in the floor. The rods were placed so that they pressed against her body, forming a kind of cage. Then steel bands were wrapped around her body and around the steel rods, insuring that Chloe was inescapably strapped to the rods and thus to the floor. A thick rubber hood was then pulled over her head, which was now completely bald, as was the rest of her body. The hood had openings for her eyes, mouth and nostrils, but over the eyeholes were pieces of clear plastic. Then tubes were inserted into her nostrils and down into her lungs, so that she would be able to breathe at all times. Chloe now expected to funnel to be inserted into her mouth, but first came a truly fiendish catheter pushed up her urinary track, making her squirm with discomfort. Then her cock, which was still embarrassingly erect, was strapped to her body, which was then wrapped in thick black rubber. Chloe was now covered almost completely in thick, black rubber. Finally came the dreaded funnel, irrevocably reducing her to a urinal, a mere object. This funnel was bigger than the one that had been in her mouth the last time and the way in which it was secured was different too. Now the funnel was simply shoved down her throat and twisted a half turn. Modifications made to her jaw, which was now devoid of teeth, and matching grooves in the glass funnel made up a lock, securing the funnel in Chloe's throat. Chloe knew that her fate was now sealed and tears ran soundlessly from her eyes as she saw Master pull out his member to be the first one to piss in the new urinal: "Well Chloe, finally you have become what you always wanted to be: a stinking toilet. Congratulations." Then he let go and acrid piss streamed into her upturned and eternally waiting mouth. Epilogue: For the rest of her life It had been years since Master was the first one to use Chloe in her capacity as a urinal, but he had by no means been the last. Chloe had become somewhat of an attraction at the club. So much so that two months after installing Chloe, the management had removed all the other urinals at the club. The customers simply preferred pissing down into Chloe's mouth as opposed to a regular urinal. Her presence had also increased the sales of beer and other types of alcohol with a diuretic effect. Beer festivals had become a monthly event instead of an annual event. Chloe's presence had also sparked other activities in the toilet. Many guys were greatly aroused by the sight of the armless, legless and hopelessly objectified, rubber-bound TV, and apart from the increasing number of people loving while looking at her; she now also attracted guys jacking off into her permanently open mouth. Some nights Chloe attracted a whole bunch of guys standing in a circle, jerking off into her mouth. But mostly Chloe's life was an endless stream of piss filling her until she felt like she was going to burst. It was especially bad during the weekend, but there was a steady stream of people during the weeks as well. Business slacked off during the daytime hours and the toilet was cleaned everyday while the number of people in the club was low. The cleaner, an elderly Chinese-looking man who never spoke to her, removed the rubber covering Chloe and washed it. He also washed Chloe with a cold, hard water jet. Then he checked that her catheter was in order, but he only replaced it once a week. As he checked the catheter, he never missed a chance to play with Chloe's erect cock. Chloe's libido was still as strong as ever, perhaps even stronger than when she had been installed, and she was still only allowed to cum when Master said so. This meant that each day for a full hour, she had no choice put to put up with the cruel torture of the elderly cleaner. Chloe cried and her body trembled with unfulfilled desire, but she could no longer object and trembling was about a much resistance she was capable of now. When he was through playing with her cock, a task he obviously enjoyed, he once again strapped it to Chloe's body and wrapped her in rubber, sealing her off from the rest of the world. Then he threw fresh new pellets into the newly cleaned urinal and left. The pellets looked and smelled just like the pellets that are thrown into regular urinals to prevent them from smelling so badly. Apart from the urine itself they were Chloe's only source of nourishment. They rested on a grille at the bottom of the funnel where they were gradually dissolved by the piss and ran down into Chloe's mouth. They were not an improvement on the already horrible taste of urine, but the provided two vital functions for the urinal: they prevented her from smelling badly and provided her with the nourishment she needed to survive. A doctor had checked on Chloe recently and declared that she could live for at least another fifteen years functioning as a urinal. When Chloe had heard the doctor she had trembled with desperation and lust. She knew that she was never going to be released. By her own count she had been a urinal for five years now, but it might have been longer. Her sense of time was extremely fuzzy. Chloe's world had shrunk down to almost nothing. She could only look straight up and see the people pissing down in her mouth and the ceiling beyond them. Her rubber hood even robbed her of her peripheral vision and the cleaner meticulously taped her eyes shut when he removed her rubbers. She lived only to swallow urine and provide arousal to others. Not that it bothered Chloe anymore. After a short initial period of intense desperation Chloe had come to realize that being turned into a urinal, a mere object, was the best thing that could have happened to her. Although filled with a constant and almost paralyzing fear of being inadequate as a urinal, the hopelessness, helplessness and complete and utter submission in her situation aroused her more than she could ever express. Or rather would have been able to express if she had had the ability to do so. She felt deep affection for Master for being so good and kind as to not only recognize this, but to actually do it to her And finally Chloe knew she was special to Master. He came to see her regularly and the first weekend of each moth was special. Very special. On the first Saturday of each month Master came to the club, usually accompanied by his newest little slave boy or sissy. He always started by releasing a long stream of piss into Chloe's mouth and she relished every drop. Then he would have his newest possession piss into Chloe as well, so that she could see that they were properly chastised. Their faces always revealed that Master absolutely did not allow them to cum. The all looked at Chloe with a mixture of horror and envy and none of them were with Master for long. Master told her that he sold them to wealthy men both in the country and abroad and always the slaves looked desperate when he said this. Master's new slaves looked at Chloe with envy because Master allowed her to cum. Once a month, on Saturday night, a small crowd would gather in the toilet to see Master play with his possession. He would take out her member, yank the catheter out and begin to gently manipulate Chloe's member. As always it drove her absolutely wild and he enjoyed keeping her on the edge for hours at a time. While he did this people would still use Chloe and soon the taste of piss, the feeling of swallowing the disgusting liquid, was inextricably linked with the feeling of intense pleasure, further intensifying her commitment to Master and plunging her deeper into absolute submission. Eventually, just as Chloe thought that Master would deny her the orgasm after all, he would grant her release. Most of the time using his skilled hands, but sometimes but rubbing her cock against the floor with his shoe or by letting his new slave trample Chloe's member with his or her stiletto shoe. The end result was always the same as Chloe exploded in a truly massive orgasm, her whole body shuddering as her semen covered a large part of the floor. Afterwards, as Master's new slave licked the floor clean, Chloe would be filled with affection for this unbelievably cruel man who had turned her into just another filthy urinal. Chloe knew that she owed everything to this man and she loved him deeply. Master had known that she was nothing but a dirty, piss-loving whore and he had done to her that which she deep down inside had wanted most. Chloe, who would never leave the toilet and whose life consisted in swallowing piss, was happy and grateful. She loved Master.
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Jan 8, 2015 08:12
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What the hell do you think rain is? God's piss
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Jan 8, 2015 08:42
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Im Chloe
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Jan 8, 2015 08:48
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you first then ill do it i promise
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Jan 8, 2015 10:15
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a bay
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Feb 24, 2015 01:01
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i was into drinking my own piss before it became mainstream, now i guess i'll have to find some other hobby
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Feb 24, 2015 01:03
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sorry op i only drink cum
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Feb 24, 2015 01:04
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If you lie on your back and aim properly you will never have to move again, you will be in perpetually hydrated bliss
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Feb 24, 2015 01:04
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El Estrago Bonito posted:But what would I use to make my homemade pheromones? does anybody have a link to this thread, it was really good
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feces its whats for dinner 
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