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Her Permanent Toilet: IV That's exactly right. In my eyes, you'll no longer be a person, you'll just be my toilet, your sole purpose will be to swallow all my waste. Whether it's a trickle of pee or a massive dump, it's all headed straight for you. You'll be completely cut off from the outside world, isolated in the darkness under my toilet bowl. The only stimulation you'll get is the sensation of my waste hitting your lips and filling your mouth. Oh, and of course, the occasional visits from my friends when they need to use the toilet. Bet you can't wait for that, huh? But hey, I'm sure you'll learn to love it! Oh? Do you think it's possible... that someone could actually learn to love the taste? That after being your toilet long enough, my body and mind would start craving it? That I'd eventually prefer your waste over any other food? Hmm, you know, you make a fair point. I suppose the idea of someone genuinely enjoying the taste of shit is a bit far-fetched, even for someone as devoted as you seem to be. I mean, let's be honest, poop and pee don't exactly have the most appetizing flavors, do they? Being my toilet is going to mean enduring some pretty unpleasant sensations and tastes, day in and day out. Are you sure you can handle that? I don't want you to think you can just learn to love it, because the truth is, it's probably going to be pretty gross. Look, I get that it's not going to be pleasant, I'm not delusional. But sometimes the grossest things are what someone needs to feel valuable. If enduring your waste is what it takes to finally serve a purpose, then that's exactly what I'm prepared for. So, what's next? Well, I've got a guy I've worked with before who does some pretty specialized plumbing work. I'll reach out to him, and get back to you asap, okay? Perfect! I'll be preparing myself mentally in the meantime! 1 week later...