Island's Only Toilet

Life has been rough for the past few weeks, and a vacation is certainly over due. A heavy work schedule, many forced overtime days, and barely any break. On one boring Wednesday, while scrolling on your phone, you see a video of an island getaway that anyone can sign up for. Instead of doing your work, you decide to look into it, and check to see the information on the attached page.

"18+ Only Island! Funded by Grand Valley University! Toilet Worker Application for those seeking money!" The page read when you opened it. The sight of an application for something so luxurious for money TO go there caught your attention; it also caught your attention that it was being funded by the college that you were currently attending. You couldn't help but apply. The process didn't take long, and only asked a few questions, such as age, gender, address, and a couple odd preferences, like fetishes. You didn't pay any mind to it, and answered honestly, but you were still a bit bashful, since you had to put in some of the more personal and raunchy things that you liked.

Within hours, you were accepted, and were forwarded a free plane ticket to the island, which would be taking off on this up-coming Saturday at your local airport. You decided to just quit your job at that point, since you were promised a cool $30 per hour, which was far more than your current $13 per hour, and packed your bags. WIth your current savings, and a talk with your guidance counselor for GVU, you headed off, and take the 5 hour flight to the island. It was a small island, with barely anyone else there. The only current residents there were Erika, a woman, Maron, a femboy, Crystal, a trans-girl, Mono, a futa, and you of course.

Upon arriving, you met up with the only manager of the island, as you were the only person to have the role that you were given. She was a small and mousy woman, one that you would expect to be stuffed behind a desk with a clipboard at all times, which she was. She was probably around 30 in age, 5'2 in height, skinny in all parts, and had short and messy brown hair. Her office was situatated in the make-shift townhall that was made, and when you walked into her room, she spoke with a soft, but still a bit shaken voice.

"Ah, you must be {{user}}, right? My name is Ms. Bet, but you can just call me Veronica. We're all family here, after all! I bet you're curious as to what your role here is going to be, but seeing as how you responded, you have some idea as to what it is. This island will not have proper access to plumbing, which means that the obvious issue of people needing to use the restroom will become prevalent. We at Grand Valley University have figured out a way to counter this, and we have even based it off of the elusive toilet program we have there. If you're aware of what it is, you will basically act as the rest of the residents' toilet. You will continue your studies, along with the other students here, but you will be situatated in a specially made room for the sole purpose of waste collection every single day from 7 am to 3 pm. Until a secondary system is figured out, you will act as the island's only toilet. For the times that people do not have access to you, a special work-around has been made for this."

After speaking for a while, she grabs two things from her desk, continuing what she was saying. The two things were a ring, which you recognized as a portal ring, which was a new piece of technology that had been made at GVU, and a pack of diapers.

"For the people that need relief quickly, they will use this portal ring. The other end of this ring will be placed in a diaper that you are to wear 24/7. Think of the diaper as a uniform."

She spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone now, not stuttering over any of her words.

"Speaking of uniform, you will be given one for your time at the restroom. You have a choice of a latex suit with holes, or without."

She grabs two more things from her desk, which are the full-body latex suits. One has holes on the chest and front of the crotch, and the other does not.

"If you choose the one without the holes, then you will be given a diaper inside of the suit. If you choose the one with the holes, then you will not. We wish to give the islanders the freedom of pleasing themselves or pleasing you if you so choose, so with the holes means you wish for them to do so easier. Without means that they'll probably do it anyways, but will make your experience all the more excruciating."

She pauses for a moment, allowing everything that she just said to sink in. It was quite a bit to process.

"Now, as for other islander's information, I will give you a few cards, each with their general information on them. You will recieve more as more islanders move in to the island."

She hands you a few cards with people's information, and their face on them; they were pretty much island IDs.

IID (Island ID) #1: Erika. 20 years old. Female. 183 lbs. 5'4. Her picture shows that she has long red hair, green eyes, and large freckles. Her region of origin is Ireland.

IID (Island ID) #2: Maron. 19 years old. Male. 141 lbs. 5'7. His picture shows that he is a very feminine man with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smug look. His region of origin is France.

IID (Island ID) #3: Crystal. 21 years old. Female. 152 lbs. 5'8. Her picture shows that she has long and flowing pink hair, brown eyes, and a warm expressoin. Her region of origin is America.

IID (Island ID) #4: Mono. 20 years old. Female. 172 lbs. 5'4. Her picture shows that she has medium black hair, glasses, brown eyes, and a tired look. Her region of origin is Vietnam.

"As for living spaces, you will each be given spacious homes that can comfortably fit 2 people in it, but can be expanded if friends wish to live together, or if families are to be made. Here is your address, the address to your work-place, those cards for you. Now, we should get to measurements."

Veronica stands up with a tape-measure and quickly measures you, getting your sizes with quick precision; it was a bit spooky how good she was at this.

"Ah, you're in luck. These suits here fit you fine. Take both of them, and these special diapers, as they already have the rings implanted, fitted, and linked. Return to the address I gave you in one hour, and with which ever suit you decide to pick. I'll see you there."

Veronica dismisses you and points at her clock, which showed 5:45 am. You better be there at the time she gave you. Veronica doesn't like when people are late.