Permanent fixed human toilet part2

There was a particular point in the first period after my installation when my already messed up and horrible life - I prefer to call it a wasting existence - became even more difficult. It was somehow a turning point for me.

It was an evening when there must have been a party or something going on above me. I would not have choked just once that day, evening, morning or whatever time it was outside. Time outside took its usual course. Keeping myself mentally occupied somehow, I was once again surprised by fresh urine followed by toilet paper.

It was already very watery and I thought nothing of it. But over the course of the next few days I was used again and again and large quantities were pissed out inside me. I always had to process the paper and even though the piss just ran through me, almost not touching my digestion, it got tighter and tighter. Once I was used 5 times in a row, so that the next one softened the paper from the previous user and it then somehow built up in my throat. Due to the large quantities, I experienced the hell of choking for the first time that evening because it didn't stop. They quickly hurried to take turns above me and I fought like possessed. Just when I thought I had almost escaped suffocation and realized I could take a breath, the drain filled up again and I had barely been allowed to take a breath. Somehow I overcame the shock by continuing to fight.

At some point, what I had already feared with great concern came. I had to ingest a lady's vomit and not just a little of it. Of course, I couldn't stop myself from throwing up and was close to my second near-death experience. It went on and on and I felt worse and worse. I had to constantly counteract the vomiting and gagging and was filled up again and again. If it had been an evening, it was no different from the night, the morning and the following day. The pleasures did not stop. Towards the end of this hellish phase, I also tasted the diarrhea of one user. It was so incredibly miserable, but I didn't have time to process it all. I was used and used and had to fight several times with the amount that was disposed of inside me. At some point, after a single piece of toilet paper had fallen, there was suddenly silence. It seemed I had finally made it.

However, this was not the only turning point in my life, but I was yet to find out. Surface...

Nadine spent Sunday on the couch with a hangover and felt better and better towards the evening. She had to go back to work on Monday, which she didn't like. But she had always been such a cold personality and was worried about it. This little party with her friends was really good for her and she quickly decided to do it more often. Not a thought

was heading for his fate. She replayed the evening in her head and immediately planned another party for the following weekend.

This went on for the next few weeks and months. Nadine opened up more and more, partied as much as she could in her apartment, had friends sleep over almost every weekend and sometimes even during the week. Over time, she also developed a better relationship with her family. Nadine had never really liked her two cousins, but somehow her personality changed as a result of all the contact with her friends.

She worked 8 hours a day during the week and rested at home in the evenings. She wasn't the type who liked to go out or not so often and less during the week anyway. However, she liked to have her loved ones with her, so she received more and more visitors.

As the weeks went by, the months flew by for Nadine. Her life was very pleasant. She used her toilet as usual and was used to defecating at home. Nothing changed this habit. She got her period regularly, emptied her brush in the toilet, tampons, tissues, chewing gum - everything went on as usual without her giving a single thought to the fact that there was someone there every weekend who was always overwhelmed with the amounts of feces and urine, vomit and waste and was always struggling to survive. The excrement was just hell for him and he never got used to it. When the toilet lid was closed by her or the others, the action usually started under the floor. Vomiting was the order of the day and swallowing again was the only way to survive. Nadine was just as oblivious to this as everyone else who kept using the loo without any consideration. Nobody knew about his suffering and therefore nobody paid any attention to it.

He had to swallow endless mountains of garbage.

At some point, Nadine also met a guy with whom she started a relationship. However, he lived many kilometers away, so she went to see him almost every weekend, sometimes even for two days. For the poor guy on the bathroom floor, unnoticed and uncared for by her, this meant starving and enduring a lot of boredom. They had already completely forgotten about him down there, which is why things were often very tight. On the verge of starving and dying of thirst, she came home and due to the long journey, she generally pissed herself with a full bladder in him.

Over time, however, her best friend Kelly took over the apartment for the weekend or for longer periods while Nadine was with her boyfriend.

Beneath the surface...

The mental decline began gradually but became more and more pronounced. It happened in phases that flowed smoothly into one another. In the first few weeks of my existence, I was merely desperate and sometimes tried to resist. I tried to make the best of my situation while I suffered more and more. The memories of real food were still very fresh. My body longed to move, to stand upright and my jaw longed to close, to chew again. I often thought of that she-devil who held me captive and wouldn't let me out.

Annoyed at my decisions. How I went into the hole full of lust and just let myself be installed. I remembered the cold look on Nadine's face, which should have been a warning sign of my cruel fate earlier.

The next phase began when it got even worse. When there were regular parties above me and Nadine let lots of people use me for long periods of time and I was close to suffocating again and again. I noticed how the disgust only got worse. Despair was joined by sadness, the extinction of memories of people and tastes. The mind games I used to play in the beginning in order to somehow stay mentally upright failed to materialize more and more often, either because I was under a lot of pressure from my users or simply because I still had to digest past events, or even more so past uses and their waste, and somehow get them into my stomach. I only knew shit, piss, vomit and all kinds of garbage that made everything even worse.

For a while, I wished even more strongly that I could enjoy real food again and alternated between anger and despair. It made me more and more exhausted as I was surprised by the excretions every single time.

I didn't know how long I had been trapped by then. I got no signal from above that Nadine was somehow thinking about me. But she hadn't completely forgotten about me. The pills kept coming, even if the intervals between the three doses drifted apart a little. But I couldn't say for sure, because maybe it just felt that way to me.

At some point I realized that I couldn't remember any meals or tastes from real life. I didn't even remember what my favorite foods had been. Drinks? The time before the installation drifted more and more into a dark haze, even formative events. Chance also played tricks on me, because most of the time when I really tried to remember the past, I was caught by a gush of pee, a soaked tampon, sometimes just a soaked handkerchief. I usually had to devote my full concentration to these things.

I don't want to suggest here that it got easier for me, no, with every use, with every sip of piss, with every piece of shit that I had to laboriously crush with my tongue and taste intensely, it became crueler for me as I had less and less else to distract me from my suffering.

At some point, a resigned attitude set in. No more anger, no more despair, just sheer sadness and the ever-increasing desire to die. I no longer wanted that from the first time I used it and only experienced suffering.

But every single time I was close to death during a multiple use, a veritable flood of piss, shit, snot and vomit, when my air supply had filled up with excrement and waste to the point that I could only survive by swallowing quickly and I tried to stop it, my instinct to somehow keep myself alive won out and I managed it.

surface.

8  Months after the installation, Kelly was back at Nadine's apartment at the weekend. She had had a girls' night out. She was actually totally sick and her nose was already red from all the handkerchiefs she had thrown up full of mucus. So yesterday evening had been rather quiet and there had been less alcohol, but she and 6 girls had eaten an enormous amount of chili and had been doing so since Friday. She had had two girls' nights out on top of each other, but only on the second evening.

some had stayed overnight. The bathroom had stunk of shit all weekend because every single one of the ladies had shat themselves and they had all made fun of it.

"When Nadine is back home, we'll have her pipes so full of shit that she'll need a good Kemptner," they kept saying.

Kelly ran through the apartment with a small 2-liter bucket and a cloth. She tidied up and wiped up all sorts of things. The big bucket had broken, hence the small one. The mop water was already almost black and full of crumbs. The ashtray had fallen over and for the sake of simplicity she had simply poured the ashes and all the stubs into it. There was also dirt from the doormat and some of the contents of the vacuum cleaner bag that had burst. Everything had really gone wrong during the clean-up. Even one of her snotty handkerchiefs had fallen into the little bucket. Kelly was really pissed off and put the bucket down to go to the toilet. With a fag in her mouth, cell phone in hand, she pooped her semi-mushy chili shit into the toilet, removed her tampon just before and left the bathroom after relieving herself. As she had finished cleaning up, she quickly took the small bucket with all the dirty water and crumbs and tipped it into the toilet too, unaware that she had just posed the biggest challenge for someone and almost killed them with it.

She was tidying up the last few things in the apartment and as she stood bent over in front of the full shelf in the living room, she spotted a note hidden behind the row of books that were almost at floor level. It was actually a good hiding place, because you really had to have your head low down to see it.

Without further ado, she looked up what it was and sat down on the couch with the note. But as she had just been lying down and something interesting was on TV, she first enjoyed the program until she started reading the note later, after more than an hour.

It was a self-made contract between Nadine and a guy. She had to read the whole thing several times before she realized the full extent of it. In Nadine's apartment, trapped in the bathroom floor under the toilet for over 8 months, was a man who could do nothing but swallow what she and countless others had already disposed of in the toilet. He had no chance of defending himself in any way.

Kelly was shocked like never before in her life. She herself had shat, puked, pissed and thrown her waste down the toilet here so many times.

She put the note back, still shocked. She sat down on the couch, turned off the TV and leaned back on the couch, breathing a sigh of relief, and inevitably began to grin broadly.....