Permanent fixed human toilet

Foreword: This story is heavily based on two different stories from the UK that have had a strong impact on me, so I warn those who may have already read and associated with them. The authors in question are Hungry Guy and SadVarant, and I would like to pay tribute to both of them. I would like to present this as a mixture of free translation with my own contribution, as much of it is taken from the original stories and some has been rethought or transformed by me.

Prologue:

Darkness, cold, loneliness. A foul taste in my mouth while my stomach tries to rebel another of many times. My joints, my tendons, my muscles, if they still exist, long for movement but I haven't been able to do it for a long time. Where am I? I am underneath a woman's tiled bathroom floor. I made the mistake of putting myself in this position. I don't know how long I've been here, months, weeks, years? It feels like an eternity and I have no way out. How did it come to this? Find out for yourself

Chapter 1.

A time long unknown....

We sat in Nadine's living room and I read the papers she had written for the umpteenth time. "Think about this really carefully. It's permanent and once you've signed it, there's no going back." She stood up, picked up her coffee cup and went to the kitchen for the third time that evening to pour herself another. She was wearing her jogging pants, which despite all their bagginess showed off her butt perfectly, and a tight sports shirt over them. She was walking barefoot and I had to look at her feet as she turned the corner into the hallway. Then I stared at the papers again, thinking. Of course, they weren't official and certainly not legal documents to finalize the whole thing, but she insisted on putting it in writing, for whatever reason.

Then she came back and her long blonde hair fell into her face. She brushed it behind her ear with her painted nails, from which her earrings dangled. She smiled gently and I was blown away. I'd had the hots for her for a long time.

However, I never dared to tell her. I would have loved to be with her. Now it was really going to be me, but in a completely different way. How it could have come to this.

My parents and my only real friend died months ago in a serious accident, which I escaped by pure chance without a single scratch. Everyone who was important to me was dead and I simply lost the will to go on living at the age of 21. I had already tried to take my own life, unfortunately unsuccessfully, and that's how I met Nadine. We got on well, even though she had no interest in me, as I often noticed. During the time I was under observation, she was my caregiver and made sure that I didn't harm myself. During this time, I took care of my long-cherished fetishes on the internet and surfed like a wild man. I came across a story and, influenced by it, developed the ultimate fantasy in my head. To serve a woman as a living toilet, forever and permanently. No interruptions, no single sessions, but the direct transformation into an object, i.e. a toilet.

I simply wanted to be "objectified" with no possibility of turning back. This was my last

and only wish, even though I had no experience in this field.

In the story, a guy had a woman locked and installed in some kind of permanent toilet machine. In my fantasy, I dreamed of being in the same position, only it was a woman who put me in it.

During my stay under observation after the suicide attempt, I swore to myself that it was what I wanted and would take care of it as soon as I was out. I searched the internet for ways to do this and didn't really know where to start. I don't know what made me confide in her, but I turned to Nadine, my counselor. I told her about my plans and she even agreed. We ended up waiting until I was released. She registered as my caregiver for after my stay in the institution, to make sure that I didn't attempt suicide again.

To cut a long story short: after my release, I sold everything that was left to me, my parents' house, the cars, all my possessions and moved into different accommodation for the time being. I used the money to pay for Nadine's bathroom renovation. She had it done by an acquaintance who had no idea about the whole plan and I stewed in my apartment and never stopped doing it myself, while I kept reading stories like this and looking forward to my "new home".

The remodeling work is almost complete and she has designed everything according to my ideas. Now we were here with her in the living room, she was sitting next to me again, I smelled her perfume and the

The smell of her fabric softener. The papers she wanted signed included our deal and a statement that my accounts with the money in them were closed and she was to get it transferred instead. She wanted to make sure that I really wanted to go through with this. She put one hand on the papers and laid them out. She sat so that I could look directly at her feet next to the papers, which I was so incredibly keen on. I would have loved to kneel down in front of her and lick off all the dirt and sweat and do it myself.

I kept looking back and forth between the papers and her while she stared at the TV, almost bored. She casually put one of her feet on the edge of the table and I saw some of the dirt under her foot come loose and fall onto the documents. I immediately got a hard on, looked under the sole and saw more dirt that she didn't even notice. I immediately signed the paper.

Chapter 2.

At that moment when I signed, she started to smile, whether she was amused or even happy about it I couldn't tell. She didn't reveal much about herself. We spent the following time in silence. There was only the sound of the television and her sipping her coffee. She crossed her feet on the table and I sat with her for the rest of the time, completely horny, without us exchanging a single word. I kept watching her and thinking to myself that this coffee was being digested by her and that it would soon be me who would have to eat the leftovers. It was such an endlessly horny fantasy that I lost myself in, even in her presence and in full excitement. She must have recognized the bulge in my pants when she stood up and took her cup away, because she was clearly looking at my crotch and started smiling not a second later. She had such a sweet seductive smile. I gazed after her again. She was simply gorgeous.

When she came back, she motioned for me to stand up and asked me sweetly: "Would you like to see your new home?"

I just nodded and followed her.

Seductively wiggling her butt, she strutted in front of me and we went into her bathroom, which I had never seen before.

It was equipped with a dark shower cubicle, a play cupboard, washbasin and everything else you would expect to find in a bathroom for a lady living alone. However, the area next to the shower cubicle, opposite the washbasin, was completely unfinished. There was a deep recess that was already filled with leather bandages and foam and all kinds of padding and pipes. Next to the trough was a porcelain toilet bowl like the ones we were used to.

I looked into the toilet bowl. The bottom, which was normally curved and led into another pipe, had been cut off and connected to another pipe that would lead downwards in the future. The cistern was empty and would no longer carry water. However she would handle it in the future, I didn't care. It would become a kind of outhouse for her. I was totally hot and my heart was racing like crazy. This was my destiny. I looked at her briefly and then back down into the hollow.

She gave me a lamp and when I looked a little deeper I recognized the connections for my excretions.

I also saw a lot of brackets that would hold me in place and that the connections would lead into the real drain. My heart could no longer rest.

I heard her barefoot footsteps approaching on the tiles. I hadn't even noticed how she had moved away. I lay on my stomach on the floor and peered into the hollow. Suddenly her two feet were right next to my face and I smelled them. They offered me a mixture of old foot sweat and a little of the fabric she must have been wearing today.

I briefly toyed with the idea of kissing her, but I just didn't dare. However, I stayed lying on my stomach right next to her. She came a little closer to my face and the smell intensified. I was in seventh heaven. I briefly considered whether I should tell her about my foot fantasy and whether I should perhaps become her foot slave after all. But she interrupted my thoughts:

"Well, how does it look?"

"It looks so incredibly professional" And it really did. Everything was really perfectly finished and without blemishes. It gave the impression that it would last forever.

"Yes, and it wasn't exactly cheap either. I couldn't have financed it without your money. Tomorrow the craftsman will come and finish the work and you'll have realized your dream, won't you?"

"Yeah, sure. I ...ehm..."

She put her foot right up to my face. "Kiss my foot" she said in a commanding tone that would brook no resistance. I did so.

"Are you sure you want this? I mean, this isn't just a fantasy of yours, this will seal the rest of your life." She moved her foot.

"Use your tongue" and I immediately began to lick as hard as I could. I sucked between my toes and got hotter and hotter.

"I won't show any consideration for you and neither will anyone else. If I take a shower right now

I'm not going to take much time, but when I'm done I expect you my little slave..." she changed her foot and fresh dirt and sweat were ready for my tongue.

She continued talking after a short break during which I was allowed to pamper many places on her foot,

"...that you've either disappeared here, torn up the papers in the kitchen and never come back, or you're lying naked and ready for your new life in the trough."

She kept her foot in front of my face a little longer and I kissed it tenderly and didn't stop. My hips were humping the bathroom floor with sheer lust.

"And once you're in, there will be no going back. I won't let you out once you're in, no matter how you feel or what else you want."

In my condition, I wanted nothing more than to serve this goddess on earth.

She removed my foot and went into the shower. Before she turned on the water, she looked down at me and looked me straight in the eye.

"I'm looking forward to your decision" she smiled seductively and I was about to cum.

She then pulled the shower cubicle shut and I could only make her out dimly. The water turned on and I lay alone on the floor with my lust and few thoughts in my head. At the time, I wasn't really aware of the consequences of my decision.

In any case, my decision was made. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her washing her hair and soaping her body and I didn't want to waste any time. I hurriedly dropped my clothes, put them in a pile and literally threw myself into the trough. I bumped my body on some of the brackets for the later construction but completely ignored the pain. My boner stood like a rock and I could probably still feel my heart beating with excitement through an armor plate.

The hollow was deeper than I had expected, seen from below. A crazy perspective, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. I was so indescribably excited and didn't have time to think about anything else.

Then the water ran out and my heart stopped for a moment. I looked up at her. As if I wasn't there, she came out of the shower and dried herself off. My boner just wouldn't go away at the sight of her, now that she was naked to boot.

She acted like I was just air down there in that hole.

She took her time to dry off and then got dressed a little closer to me. First a blue thong, then a bra in the same color, then jogging pants and a sporty shirt. Just her casual look. When she was finished, she grinned down at me.

"I see you've made up your mind." She then left the room briefly and came back with a box of utensils and cleared everything out. I couldn't see what it was from my perspective.

After she had unpacked, she climbed into my hollow and squatted a little above me. I smelled her crotch as she almost lay over me to get to my legs. She quickly strapped my legs in different places. My butt was over the drain anyway.

She didn't comment on my stiff penis and hurriedly put it into a device that tightened around it. A few hand movements later, everything was firmly lashed down. She continued with my hips, my wrists, my chest, my lower and upper arms, all the way up to my neck. I couldn't move at all and still lay comfortably. She then fetched foam mats, or so it looked, and covered my body with them. She didn't say a word to

and in my excitement I didn't dare utter a single word.

Then she finished and turned around. She sat on my chest and looked down at me with a smile. I didn't know what was in her eyes, but she was a goddess and towered over me. But somehow she was also very mechanical and cold in what she was doing.

She wouldn't forget me down here, would she?

"So I'm going to put the hood on you right now and do something in your mouth, so I'll put your head back for a moment. Any last words?"

I thought about it for a moment.

"Thank you," I said briefly.

Somehow I still wanted to talk to her and I felt a little queasy. The first doubts arose, but there wasn't enough time because the sensory impressions were too great. She smiled again and got down on her knees so that her crotch was directly over my face. I was still hot to the bursting point and wanted to belong to her, to surrender myself to her.

She had a black PVC mask in her hand when she squatted down on my chest again and immediately started to put it over my head. It was custom-made and specially fitted to my head. For this reason it was an ordeal to get it over my head but Nadine did her job quickly. It was tight but not very uncomfortable and without even thinking about it, the last light of my life disappeared from my eyes the moment she looked down at me, cold-heartedly tinkering with an apparatus in her bathroom, and the mask slipped over my eyes. I knew that I now had to open my mouth wide as the mask had a mouthpiece that my teeth had to snap into. With a few simple steps and my cooperation, Nadine managed to do everything. From that moment on, my mouth was spread wide open and I could no longer chew. Breathing was only possible through my mouth. A strange feeling spread through me, but I heard a lighter click and Nadine continued to work over me. She stroked my body and I wanted to squirt just one more time. I wanted to cum, I didn't think about anything else. The idea of being used by her made me all the hotter, I just wasn't in control of my senses.

Then she put my head on her neck and I knew what was coming. After I felt her breasts over the mask, I felt a brief burning sensation in my throat.

"That's it," she said and the pain subsided.

Then she strapped my head down several times with something and she started to speak to me again:

"So that's it for your vocal chords, but what am I talking about. From now on, you're just the drain in my toilet and who talks to their toilet?"

It was the last moment in my life when someone addressed their voice to me. With a few more hand movements, my head was completely immobilized and I felt her insert the tube construction of the prepared toilet bowl into my mouthpiece and, as discussed, probably finalized it with special glue. Then she stood up and covered my body completely with the foam-like stuff. I could still hear her putting things together above me.

Was it perhaps a mistake after all? My latte receded a little now that things were getting really serious and I no longer had a chance to articulate myself. She had completely ruined my vocal chords with a hot needle so that I couldn't make a sound. In retrospect, a

extremely serious mistakes on my part, but it was too late by then anyway.

She positioned some panels above me, brackets were screwed on and the toilet was also firmly pegged down by her. My heart was beating fast and I was increasingly aware of my helplessness. The last thing I had seen was her and the last contact I had with a human being was her legs and feet standing in my hole. Now the hole was fully stuffed and I was completely sealed in. Above me I imagined what was happening. She was up there with her cordless screwdriver, reattaching the heavy floor panels. Tomorrow a workman would come and seal the floor, then I wouldn't even be able to hear what was going on above me. I was already just the drain, she didn't say a word to me while she was working and I never heard her voice again, at least not addressed to me.

After a short while she was finished and I heard the light switch in the bathroom and the door was closed.

Somehow I wanted to be used by her directly, but on the other hand, doubts arose in me. I no longer had a choice, there was no turning back.

I thought she might come back, but she didn't. I lay in my prison for a long time waiting for something from her.

Chapter 3

After all the excitement came great exhaustion and I somehow fell asleep in my thoughts. Until I was woken up by a doorbell. It was apparently early morning. She had actually left me here all night and the handyman had just arrived. Somehow it wasn't such a good idea anymore, no matter how much I thought about it.

"So here we are"

Apparently the door in the bathroom opened and the light came on. A man's voice could also be heard. "Okay, I won't be long," he said.

"Good, I'm going to have breakfast now. If you need to go to the toilet, go ahead"

Excuse me? She locked me in here to be her toilet and she would let men on me? How could she be so cruel? I was a human being?

I didn't realize what was happening above me, but I suddenly became very, very, clear.

The errors in my thinking that I had made. If this was really going to come true and I was really being installed, then I would just be the drain under her flushless toilet. I would simply be used by whoever she wanted. I started to fidget briefly but she had barely given me more than 2 millimeters of play. There was no back and forth.

Above me, I could hear the muffled sound of the workman sealing the floor. I already wish I could finally see again.

At some point, I gave up my attempts to fight back and continued to listen. After a while, the sounds from above only came through very indistinctly and muffled until I finally heard nothing. Only muffled thuds could be heard when the workman above me dropped something. I wonder what time it was?

Suddenly I heard a familiar sound. It was shoes with heels walking on the floor of the apartment, all above me of course. So I could at least guess where they were.

found.

The noises above died away completely and the footsteps of her shoes brought her closer to the bathroom. She stopped a few meters away from me inside the bathroom. If the handyman was still here, not a single sound of the conversation came through to me. I was blind and deaf, couldn't move and was unable to make a single sound. But then I suddenly thought of her feet, which seemed to be in heels. What a thought. I immediately became hot again despite my predicament.

Shortly afterwards, the footsteps moved away again and a while later I heard them again. Judging by the direction, I could tell that they had left the house.

While I was still thinking, I felt my mouth fill up without warning and despite the fact that I couldn't use my nose to smell it, I tasted a horrible taste in my throat and almost choked. It came so without warning to me and then so incredibly disgusting. Was it her? Did she piss in my mouth? I immediately realized that I couldn't breathe. The piss was blocking my only access to air. I had never drunk piss before and suddenly it wasn't as nice as I thought it would be. It was anything but nice. But I had to swallow if I didn't want to die. The will to live was there, so I tried. One big gulp later, I held back the gagging and forced myself to keep going while more pressure built up above me. It was a lot of piss and I gulped it down wildly, choking a few times, but the urge to finally breathe again was too great. I choked down as much as I could and eventually I managed it and breathing was possible again. After a few breaths I tasted paper in my mouth and I realized that Nadine had probably used me for the first time. Whoever was visiting her when the handyman was there. The disgusting taste of urine continued to spread down my throat. It was horrible and I just hadn't been prepared for it. Then I somehow pulled the toilet paper above me in with my tongue. It was only a few sheets but I had never eaten toilet paper before, let alone paper at all. Since I couldn't chew, I tried to form it into little lumps with my tongue and then swallow them one by one.

The tactic was good but not so easy to implement. Between each sip, I kept thinking that I had really just drunk her urine and that it had really happened as I had planned. Despite the disgust, something stirred but only for a short time, because I couldn't stimulate myself and I was also fighting the urge to gag.

In the hours that followed, so many things went through my head. My mind literally exploded. I realized that Nadine had really only been after the money. It really hadn't been a small amount, even if the bathroom renovation had cost thousands of euros. She had shamelessly exploited my wish and simply dumped me in this hole and I had willingly gone along with everything. She had a lot of money in her possession and could now simply carry on with her life as if nothing had happened. I had told her myself that she should continue to use me like a normal toilet. I hadn't given much thought to what else she could dispose of in her toilet. My fantasies were always about piss and shit. I had been stupid enough to think she wouldn't throw toilet paper in me. From this thought, it went on to others. Did she have a boyfriend? Or what if she did have a boyfriend? Girlfriends? Surely she would have visitors?

And what else would fall into me? I hadn't seen a garbage can in the bathroom? I was getting hot and cold down there in my room.

I probably spent hours like that and not a single sound got through to me. There was nothing for me apart from my head cinema, but I think I got through the first few hours really well. My stomach also calmed down a bit. I thought a lot about how Nadine was probably up there doing her work or out of the house. It had to be mid-morning? At lunchtime? I didn't really have a clue what time of day it was. The workman could have arrived later than planned or taken longer than expected? Or even earlier? I had no idea. At some point, a "rumble" went through the floor. At first I assumed that Nadine had come home or even hoped to some extent that she had already prepared the tools upstairs to get me out, because she knew that I didn't want to give in for the rest of my life. But nothing happened for a long time. My mind kept me busy for quite a while, but in this dark hole, 10 minutes passed as slowly as if it were an hour. A whole day would probably last like a whole week.

Once again, without warning, my mouth suddenly filled up. This time the urine was more watery and the disgust was limited. However, my breath was immediately gone and I was forced to swallow again. Now, as I repeated it, I realized how difficult and awkward it was to swallow with my mouth wide open. I swallowed a lot of air with the last gulp but choked down the pee. It wasn't as much as the first time I had used it. Use?

I even used such words in my thoughts. I had allowed myself to be turned into an object here.

Shortly afterwards, a few sheets of toilet paper landed over my mouth and I had to awkwardly reach for them again with my tongue. However, the toilet paper seemed to draw all the liquid into my mouth, which is why my mouth quickly dried out. I found it much harder to get the last bit down and it took me a while. My hopes of release were dashed after I rolled up the last bits in my mouth, as she had apparently just used me one more time.

Did she think about me above me? Did she not care about me? What was going on inside her during all this? I hadn't asked her once during the whole week of preparation what was going on inside her. I wasn't going to get another chance to ask her. If I still had vocal chords, I would shout through the pipe. I just couldn't. They were ruined forever.

I was suddenly torn from my thoughts again. Something solid, heavy and wet landed in my mouth and almost made me swallow. It was extremely slimy and tasted of metal and blood. Then, out of reflex, I pushed it up out of my throat with my tongue and felt what had landed inside me. It was like compressed absorbent cotton or fabric. I immediately realized what had happened. It was a used tampon. It was blocking most of my orifice but I could still breathe. Unfortunately, it didn't stay that way for long. No time to think, because immediately afterwards my mouth filled with bitter urine, denying me any access to precious air.

Somehow balancing with my tongue, I pushed the full tampon upwards and swallowed the urine with great concentration. A very difficult exercise but I mastered it. The urine and blood together made a horrible mixture that brought me to the edge of my temper. What a torture. When I finally swallowed the urine, I took a deep breath and realized that it was difficult to suck. Above me, above the tampon, there was probably still the paper that was slightly blocking the drain.

clogged.

I was dreading it, but I went to work. I spent what felt like hours sucking on the tampon to somehow get it down my throat. At some point it was sucked so far that it worked and I constantly had to hold it above me with my tongue. My tongue was already hurting but I kept going relentlessly because as long as the tampon was blocking my mouth, the paper over it was restricting my air supply. I also had to get it down as quickly as possible before someone used the toilet again and it became soaked again. Over time, I managed to suck parts of it off and break it down into smaller pieces. I struggled through my task in this way and eventually managed to force the last remnants down my throat. Just at that moment my mouth filled with heavily soaked toilet paper and more piss that was very watery. This time I had been caught just as I had exhaled sobbing after the work with the tampon was done. I quickly swallowed the urine and some of the paper. The gush of piss stopped just as quickly as it had started and I awaited the next loo paper.

So it was a good sign for me that I was being used by her or at least by a woman.

The hoped-for toilet paper didn't materialize and I inevitably had to gag for a moment. She couldn't have let me be used by a man. I felt like shaking but the restraints made this impossible. What had I done?

It may not have been long before something hard suddenly fell into my mouth. A blink of an eye later and I was gagging immediately as the most horrible taste of my life so far spread through my mouth. A rotten piece of shit landed in my mouth and I had to get it out of my throat immediately with my tongue. It shook me violently in my restraints and the gagging started again and again, although I was able to prevent the worst from happening.

Good God. There was a woman sitting above me and shitting down my throat. Another thunderstorm started in my head, but there was no time. No sooner had I lifted this gag-inducing lump so that it wasn't halfway down my throat than an even heavier lump landed directly above me. It became much harder to catch my breath. There was no other option. I calmed myself down under this agony and began to press the first lump against the mouthpiece with my tongue. It was exhausting and every second I was on the verge of vomiting. But it worked. I detached individual chunks from the lump of poo. I swallowed them immediately and could barely control myself. Swallowing was already horrible in itself, but the foul taste was even worse.

I quickly moved on, started to get into the rut of a machine and continued to swallow the poo. It was Nadine. I had her image in my head as I knew her. She was sitting on the toilet in her jogging suit, calmly and perhaps even a little insecurely letting it sink into me. Or was she sitting and reading her cell phone in peace?

Then renewed pressure and even though I was already crushing the second chunk with my tongue, it ran down the side of my mouth a little thinner. The air supply was interrupted again and I accelerated my actions. However, when the slightly more viscous shit entered my mouth, I couldn't stop it. I had to vomit and everything that had been in my gullet was pushed back up again. It was unstoppable because I had never felt such disgust before. I panicked and tore at the restraints, but nothing happened. I wanted to scream but at first my throat was full of shit and piss anyway, which I choked up again. When I had regurgitated everything, I had to put it back into my stomach, which I did with great disgust but

was no walk in the park. I just didn't want any more. I just wanted to get out and stop the whole thing, I wanted it to stop. Greedy for air, I swallowed as fast as I could with my jaw wide open and also took in the smaller chunks that had already been chopped up. I also placed the mushy shit in my stomach until I was about to faint. Finally I was able to breathe again. It seemed like half an hour but in reality it must have only been a few minutes in which it all happened. I had most of it back in and started as quickly as possible. I felt like moaning loudly. I removed the last chunks from the mouthpiece with my tongue as I felt a large amount of toilet paper with my tongue.

God, this couldn't be true. She was using me like a normal toilet. Did she have no mercy?

It was a large amount of toilet paper and I felt with my tongue some places where there was still feces from her. I spent another half hour trying to get this mountain of paper into my stomach. Not mentioned here is at least another hour in which I had to remove the last remnants from my mouth.

I spent a long time thinking about it. I had already experienced what it was like to swallow piss, even had to digest a tampon that lay heavy in my stomach together with the shit and I was shat down my throat just like that. This cruel goddess really pulled it off up there above me. But I didn't want it any more. I had to let her know somehow.

Was she really going to keep me trapped here for the rest of my life? I felt very oppressed and cramped in my chamber. I cried silently to myself as I realized more and more what a cruel mistake I had made with the whole thing.

Chapter 4.

I was woken up from a deep sleep by a torrent of extremely bitter morning urine. Over time, I had developed a feeling for it. The worst urine, I had read earlier, was morning urine and I began to count the days as I had to swallow their morning urine. Even after a long time, I couldn't get used to this bitter taste, just as I couldn't cope with her shit until now. The wide open jaw made it easy to gag in disgust. After the initial shock, I routinely swallowed her urine, sucked in the toilet paper and rolled the pieces into lumps, which I could get into my stomach more easily. Over time, I had refined and perfected this tactic. The constant need to suffocate and the countless hours I spent just lying there thinking, forced to escape boredom through mind games, made me learn how to react to certain situations over the last few weeks. It was torture for me every time but I tried to find the best solutions when I was used.

Above me, normal everyday life seemed to continue, because I had stopped counting at 40 days or had become increasingly unsure. It had only been an approximate number. It had been a long time since I'd had a boner at the thought that this horrible woman above me was simply living her life, knowing that I was suffering horrible torments down here. I asked myself so often what was going on inside her. Of course it had been my wish, but how could a person degrade another person to such an object? Did she think

not to me at all?

Not only did she seem to be going about her life, she also didn't give me a single day of rest. She used me on the very first day, and she used me normally. She didn't go easy on me in any way. She disposed of everything possible inside me and, especially in the beginning, I probably had to throw up once every two days, only to have to swallow it again afterwards.

On the first day I had already had to swallow a tampon and her shit and probably the pee of another woman, but it went on much worse.

I still remember exactly how she disposed of a whole tuft of hair in me for the first time. I could feel them with my tongue but I couldn't swallow them for hours because they were just lying there in my mouth and I couldn't get them down with my tongue. Since then, every few days I had to endure the humiliation of her removing hair from her brush.

Another thing I had to experience several times was having to swallow her toenails. Little by little I felt how one piece after the other landed in me until my mouth was full of them. Or whether it was her fingernails. I couldn't tell the difference. The first time I did the stupid thing and swallowed them directly, which caused me a lot of pain because they were hard and very sharp, but from the second time at the latest I moved the cut nails to the side of my mouth with my tongue and let them soak and had to endure their taste. Sometimes I was lucky and she pissed down my throat after cutting my nails, then they went down easier.

She also often put small amounts of toilet paper down my throat without any liquid. I could never tell what was in it or what she had wiped with it. In a smaller period of time, I also always ended up with tissues full of vomit. She didn't mind stuffing me with everything even when she had a cold.

I also think back sadly to when she pissed herself in me once in the morning, that you could clearly feel something slimy in her urine and at the latest when someone pissed in me shortly afterwards and no toilet paper came down my throat, I knew that she had had sex with someone and let the sperm run into me. Even let him use the toilet.

There was no warm-up phase for me in this awkward situation. She used her toilet as normal. Even when she apparently shaved her body, she did it with a wet razor and a bowl, the rest of which she dumped in me. No shameful deed was too bad for her. I felt no pity, nothing down there. To ensure my survival, she only seemed to throw pills or tablets down the toilet from time to time, but this only happened every few days and it wasn't a change for me so that I had a better taste on my tongue. She even emptied the ashtray down my gullet sometimes.

In the same way, I often had to endure multiple uses. To my relief in this nevertheless so cruel hell, it was mostly female users on the toilet. In addition to the horrible uses by her and whoever else on the surface, there were also the cruel times, those endless periods when nothing happened and I was alone with my thoughts. Unable to gather new impressions, I lay there and thought for ages about my mistake and regretted it deeply. I couldn't say which was worse. The long periods of boredom and the constant realization of being trapped here or the cruel uses of Nadine, which came as surprisingly as they stopped. I wish I could have given in to my urges on the evening of the installation.

On the surface on the day of installation...

After Nadine had finished cleaning everything in the bathroom, she washed her fingers. She had installed the guy and he was unable to defend himself or make himself noticed in any way. She simply left the tools where they were.

As a person, she has always been very cold and therefore coped excellently with this fact. She had a human built into her bathroom floor. It was connected to the drain of a toilet and would become part of this construction. The floor tiles were firmly in place and the toilet was also finished. Tomorrow the tiler would just have to come and her bathroom would be finished. That was all she thought about. Nadine no longer gave a thought to how the guy down there was doing. She was very good at blocking something like that out, no matter how extreme it was. So she left the bathroom, turned out the light and went to sleep in peace. She was tired and the tiler would be in early.

Early in the morning, the guy came and woke her up. She had missed setting her alarm clock and then she didn't want to go to the bathroom. So she let him in and showed him the bathroom. She briefly thought about him down there, her self-sacrificing guy who was so horny for her feet. She was briefly amused when the tiler wanted to start.

Knowing that he would still hear her down there, she spoke to the craftsman:

"You can use the toilet if you want". But she didn't really care. Her life went on as usual.

She then went into the kitchen and prepared the breakfast table because one of her friends wanted to come over for breakfast before work.

However, she was running late and so she held back her urge to go to the loo.

Later, they had breakfast together and when the workman had finished, she went into the bathroom with her friend to have a look at everything. She was wearing her work outfit with high heels that made a very loud noise on the floor. It all looked like a normal bathroom and nothing was noticeable. No one but her now knew that someone was built in under the floor, even connected to the toilet's drain pipe, and had no chance of keeping out anything that had ended up in the toilet.

When the workman had gone and the friend at the door had said goodbye, Nadine finally went into the bathroom. She really had to go urgently.

"You cease to exist from here and now," she said to herself inwardly.

Then she went to the toilet and pissed herself in peace. No big smiles or gloating because someone had to take it all in underneath her, no, she used the toilet as normal, then wiped herself with toilet paper and left the bathroom.

Even when another friend came to see her later, she mentally blocked out any thoughts of him and did so quite easily. She was good at this and didn't have to make any effort at all. She also didn't give a thought to his possible suffering when her friend went to the toilet to change her soaked tampon and disposed of it in the toilet, where a certain someone had to struggle terribly with it for the next few hours.

Even in the evening when she was texting with a guy on her cell phone and shitting herself in the bathroom, he had already disappeared from her mind.

In the evening that day, she thought about him briefly, but decided to comply with his wish and use him as a normal toilet. So she wanted to forget him completely no matter what. He no longer existed.

This is what happened in the period that followed.

Nadine went about her normal life as if nothing had ever happened. The care phase ended because he had disappeared without a trace. The day was about two weeks ago, after she had installed him. That was the next time she thought of him.

She continued to use her toilet without any scruples. As she generally didn't have a garbage can in the bathroom, all sorts of other things ended up in the toilet. She removed the hair from her brush at least every 2 days and threw it down the toilet. Her make-up pads, handkerchiefs during the cold she had, toenails and fingernails - just about everything that came up ended up in the toilet. The vitamin supplements she threw in became a routine as if she was regularly throwing in cleansing tablets. She continued to use large amounts of paper during her bowel movements and never noticed the torture she caused him in the toilet by swallowing it all. For her, the toilet was finished when she had wiped herself and closed the lid. She never noticed how the paper remained in the pipe for a long time, barely illuminated by the bathroom light, and was processed. When she got her period, the tampons ended up in the toilet and even when she came home from a party and had drunk too much and had to vomit, the toilet was always reliable and worked without any problems.

Even her friends who stayed with her every few days and liked to spend the weekend with her never noticed anything.

None of them realized that he was suffering terribly, because none of them were squeamish about the toilet, which also applied to paper consumption, tampon disposal or throwing up.

The highlight of the use was an evening at Nadine's house. It was her birthday and she invited 5 of her best friends. There was a lot of drinking that evening and at least two of the girls drank beyond their thirst, which the toilet had to put up with.

There were no sounds coming out of the drain and absolutely nothing to suggest the existence of a thinking sentient being.

The evening was a real treat for Nadine and full of fun. She herself had to go to the loo countless times, as did the other girls. Because some of them came from further away, they all stayed overnight, which is why the toilet was puked all over again the next day and then shat all over again during the morning.

It was only when the last of her friends had left that Sunday afternoon and Nadine herself had finished her bowel movement, which was very thin, that she remembered the guy down there for the first time. She grabbed a flashlight and went back to the bathroom. On the way there, her cell phone rang and the toilet was forgotten again. The call took a while and it was during this time that the toilet managed to swallow her large pile of paper so that she could no longer see how much he was struggling after the call.

She shone her light into the drain for the first time ever and saw his wide open mouth deep down in the pipe. It was moist and free. The tongue kept moving.

She then put the flashlight away and pulled down her pants. Without any reason, she felt the urge to do it herself. Her affair with a guy who had been with her overnight a few times had come to an end, so she slowly but surely began to give herself an intense orgasm.

After she had come properly, she wiped her pussy dry and threw the paper into the toilet. At this point he had been locked in for over 10 weeks. She smiled briefly as she closed the lid, knowing that he was still down there living his dream.

As soon as she disappeared from the bathroom, the brief memory of the living drain in her bathroom floor also disappeared from her mind, and this time for a much longer time.