Hi hi! Thanks for giving this a read, if you haven’t seen part 1, go check it out on my profile! It isn’t required reading, but I think it makes the most sense that way. I do briefly summarize the events of that story here.

Also note: This is the toilet slavery version of the story! There are two versions of this. If you’re only here for ballbusting, go read the other version. If you enjoy some farts and scat though, stick around~

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You couldn’t decide if you were in Heaven or Hell ever since that night in November. 

Your mistress, Belle, a short bunny who loved to cuddle with you almost as much as she loved to make you fall to your knees in pain, was having the time of her life ever since she smashed your balls for the first time. You had made a bet with her - if you lost No Nut November, she would smash one of your balls. You did, in fact, lose, only minutes before the start of December, when she finally let you put your shaft in her pussy. It was far too good for you to resist, and she was extremely eager to take her prize, so you got on the floor, spread your legs, and she lifted her paw and stomped on one of your balls as hard as she could, turning it into mush. As you moaned in pain, the thrill and excitement got the better of her, and your other ball soon followed suit. That wasn’t the agreement at all, but you both experienced the greatest pleasure of your life. 

Luckily for you, while cuddling with you on the ground, she revealed that she had made a deal with somebody to get a serum of some kind that would allow your body to supernaturally regenerate. After injecting it right into your dick, the next morning, you woke up and went downstairs, only for her to kick you right in the crotch and give you the wonderful realization that not only were your balls back, but they were far bigger - six inches long and four inches wide. She smiled with glee as she stomped on them again that day, and from then on, every single day was torture for you. 

The serum was permanent and affected your entire body. She didn’t much care to torture you anywhere but your genitals, but it did mean she could also do whatever she wanted to your shaft, and she took that in stride. That morning, you found yourself with your hands tied behind your back, blindfolded and gagged as she stuck both your balls and your dick into something cold, metal, and cylindrical. “Ready, slave~? You’re going to love this one~” she said. You tried to respond, beads of sweat dripping down your face. You were scared - not having to worry about permanent damage was nice, but the pain was still terrifying to you. You felt your body shake and your cock harden as you nodded your head. “So cute~ I love it when you’re scared~ 5, 4, 3, 2, 1~” she made the countdown as agonizingly slow as possible. “Flick!” she said aloud as she flipped a switch. You immediately heard a loud metal swirling as blades began to spin around and shred your genitals, cutting through your shaft and leaving it with cuts all over, eventually chopping the whole thing into tons of tiny pieces. Your balls soon followed suit - your ballsack, the thin layer of skin protecting them, was immediately shredded like paper, revealing your fragile, exposed testes, which immediately got twisted around each other and turned into a blood and cum smoothie. You screamed as it whirled, the gag stopping you from being heard, and your tail wagged excitedly. 

She let you sit like that for five minutes before flicking the switch again to turn it off. She licked her lips with excitement as she looked at your crotch - almost nothing was left, it was just a bloody stump with a few pieces of skin hanging off of it. You panted in excitement and agonizing pain as she removed your blindfold and let you take a look. You could barely keep yourself from fainting in shock. “Good boy~ Don’t go unconscious on me now~” She grabbed a banana off the counter and shoved it up your ass to keep you awake, and it worked perfectly. Usually, she would jack you off or something similar to keep you in reality, but obviously, that wasn’t going to happen at the moment. She took a stack of paper towels, wetted them with water, and wiped at your stump. It stung like hell, but looked a lot better - blood had stopped pouring from it and your skin was growing over it. You had already started to heal. 

“Come lay on the couch with me.” She took your hand and guided you over to the living room, your head still throbbing and swimming in pain as you laid down. She then sat directly on your face, her naked, tender butt rubbing up against your face as she flipped through the channels on TV. “Here’s a reward for being so cute while I shredded your privates~” She loved nothing more than to see you shake in fear and then groan in agony, and her soft bosom on your face was well worth it to you - it was rare for you to be allowed to touch any of her more private parts without being punished right afterward (even though you often did it despite the punishment - it was never really enough to stop you).

“Open your mouth, slave,” she whispered down to you. You immediately followed her orders and knew exactly what was coming next, removing your gag and putting it to the side. She rarely sat on your face for any other reason. She let out a loud, nauseating fart directly in your face, and you could feel your eyes tear up from it. She blushed - she loved to make you inhale her farts. She’d usually hold them in until she had a moment to release them into your nose. 

It was soon followed by the scent becoming much more rich and potent. A soft log of shit began to emerge from her ass, going directly into your mouth, and you quickly chewed and swallowed it. Even though she was a rabbit, her loads of shit were still big and fast. You forced the long, soft log down your throat, resisting your gag reflex as more liquidy shit began to pour in, you drink it straight from her ass like she was a fountain. She sighed in relief as she finished, and you began to lick her asshole clean, getting every bit of the wonderful taste as you could. She had conditioned you early on to love the taste of her shit more than almost anything else - the only pleasure that came close was her piss, and the only pleasure above it was, of course, he ballbusting. After a bit of licking, she got up, grabbed your tail, and used it to wipe the rest off, leaving it covered in her horrible smelling waste, before leaning over you and pissing into your still open mouth. “Make sure to swirl, I don’t like your breath smelling like shit.” She grabbed your gag and peed on it a bit too, soaking it in her scent before placing it back in your mouth. “How cute~” She said, taking a picture with her phone. She never posted pictures of you online - she just liked to have them. 

After about ten minutes, she told you, “Get up and get on all fours. I want to prop my feet up.” You had a perfectly good footrest in the room, but she heavily preferred using you. You did as she said, and she put her long rabbit feet on your furry back, using you like furniture. Thankfully, she wasn’t heavy, but it was still a strain to remain there. 

After an hour straight of serving as her furniture, your genitals had all grown back, good as new. “Finally,” she said, moving her feet to the floor as she walked around behind you. “Spread your legs.” You did as she said, still on all fours, and she kicked you from behind, right in the balls. You fell to the ground in pain and clutched them, groaning. “How do you think I’m going to destroy them next, slave~? It is lunchtime, and I know I had eggs for breakfast, but I’m honestly craving them again. I think they would go really good with some sausage right now~” She rubbed the tip of your dick as precum leaked out of it. “No cumming without my permission, remember? If you do, from now on, I’ll rip off your genitals and put you in the bad puppy box for a full 24 hours.” The bad puppy box was a long wooden crate located beneath the toilet in the bathroom. In it, you were forced to lay down with your head underneath the toilet and your dick and balls both exposed for her pleasure. You were blindfolded, your ears were plugged up, and your legs and arms were both tied up tightly. A pipe was attached to your mouth which lead directly from the toilet, forcing you to swallow a rush of piss and shit every time she pulled the handle. You never had any idea when it was coming, but when it was, the rush of toilet water always forced it straight into your stomach. It was the only sensation besides the ballbusting you could feel. She liked to use the toilet without flushing for a long amount of time, often coming back multiple times to use it and fill it with different loads of shit and piss, then flush it to make you swallow far too much all at once. The covering was made of glass, so she could watch it all go into your body, as well as watch you shiver as it went down. If it got backed up, you had to swallow it manually, and it could take almost a half-hour to get through the whole pipe - she wouldn’t flush it again to send more toilet water to help you. You had only been put there a few times, but every time was almost unbearable. Despite that, your tail wagged and your ears perked up automatically. 

She gently reached down and moved your hands away from your balls, then stomped on them once again, leaving you groaning in pain as she walked away. She soon returned with a leash attached to a collar, which she put around your neck. “Come on, I want you to cook for me~” You walked on all fours to the kitchen, where she turned on the stove and put a pan on the burner. She ordered you to stand, then handed you a spatula. “Eggs and sausage, slave~ Don’t disappoint me~” You shook in fear as you stood in front of the iron pan, which was certainly heating up to ridiculous temperatures. “Come on, slave, I’m getting hungry~ Also, I want the sausage as fresh as possible, so don’t cut it off until it’s ready to serve”

You nervously moved closer, feeling the heat radiating off of it on your unprotected shaft. You sprayed the pan with cooking oil and watched it sizzle. You gulped as you nervously placed your shaft onto the pan and immediately felt the searing heat shoot through it. You screamed immediately, but the gag was on, so it wasn’t too loud. She had made you put your shaft on the stove before, but never like this - it was always on the lowest heat, and she was always ready with water to cool it down safely and make sure it wasn’t permanently damaged. Now that that wasn’t an issue, she was going all in.

You felt the bottom of your dick turn from its natural skin color, to pink, to red, and then to brown, like a real piece of meet heating up on a stove. As you gingerly began to twist it with your hands, your mistress said, “A little bit more time on that side, slave. I like it a bit charred~” You breathed in and out shakily as you waited for your cock to turn pitch black, burned terribly, the skin brittle as coal. You then gingerly reached your paws in and turned it over, pressing it down with the spatula, and repeated the process for all four sides until your shaft was essentially a lump of charcoal. You pulled it out of the stove, groaning in pain, barely able to stay standing. Belle took out a cutting board and a long, serrated knife, placing them on the counter. “Go ahead~” she said as you placed your shaft on the chopping block, getting on your toes to reach it. She had made you do this before, though she usually just held the knife to your cock as she fucked you from behind or something similar - the threat and danger turned her on, but she had never actually chopped it off (although, one time, she had left a pretty nasty cut on accident. It healed, but was left as a permanent scar - you could still see it on the top). You brought the serrated edge as close to your body as you could, and she pulled your balls out of the way from under you as you began to cut, slowly sliding the sharp, jagged edge against your cock, screaming in pain as it was separated from your body. It felt like cutting a steak - tough and meaty.

Before you even got halfway through, she put her paw on yours and stopped you. “I want it in pieces, please~” You nodded slightly and moved the knife to the tip, then began cutting. You dug through the layer of charred skin, down into the flesh and tissue, through your urethra, and then through the tissue and skin on the other side, leaving your tip cut clean off of you in a bloody little circle, the inside of your dick exposed plainly for all to see. You groaned as you continued, going a bit further in, cutting nerves and veins until your dick was eventually sliced into about five bites of burnt sausage. You put it all on a plate and served it to your mistress, your tail wagging excitedly. You couldn’t help but want to watch her eat it, for whatever reason - serving your mistress food was always fun for you, and she loved it when you cooked for her. “Eggs, slave,” she said smugly. You had forgotten in the excitement that you weren’t done. “Boiled.” You nodded and began to fill a pot with hot water, placing it on the stove and turning up the heat.

Soon, the water was fully boiling, bubbles rising to the surface and popping, steam filling the kitchen. You took your ball sack and gently held it over the water, hesitating with fear before eventually dropping them in. The boiling water immediately sent pain shooting throughout your whole body as you gripped the sides of the counter in agony, bending over involuntarily, but keeping your balls inside the water to give your mistress the best possible meal she could have. “I’ve heard it’s best to boil them for about twenty minutes, so hang in there honey~” She set a timer on her phone for twenty minutes and began to touch herself, licking her lips as she watched your writhe.

Once the alarm finally went off, you quickly pulled your balls out of the water. They were a dark, crimson red and were both still burning like hell as you placed them on the cutting board, desperately digging into your ballsack to remove them from your body, the pain destroying you from the inside. You then took them out of the sack, the balls both white and a bit squishy, and placed them on the plate in front of her. “Thank you, chef~ It looks wonderful~” she said, licking her lips. She picked up the plate and stood up. 

“Come to the living room, toilet. I want you to be my chair.” You happily obliged, sitting down on a large chair in the living room. She then sat on your lap, her soft cheeks touching your thighs, as well as the bloody stump where your balls and shaft had been prior. You dug your claws into the fabric of the chair to cope with the pain as you watched her pick up a piece of your dick with her fork and put it in her mouth, blushing as she ate. You were, for some reason, nervous she wouldn’t like it, but she smiled as she ate. “It tastes wonderful~ I might have to have you make this more often~” You felt both joy and dread, happy that your meal pleased your lover, and terrified of the thought that you would have to do it again. She eventually cleared the entire plate and kissed you on the cheek. “You’ve been a good boy today~ I’ll leave your genitals alone until tomorrow. Come upstairs and you can have a little treat~” She hopped off of you and dragged you upstairs by the leash. Your tail wagged as you shut the bedroom door behind you, excited for whatever was to come next, as well as anticipating another day of castration.