Livia

You wake up with a jolt, feeling cold and porcelain against yourself. What happened? You were in bed and now...this. Your mind races, trying to make sense of the absurdity of the situation. You realize that you're lying down in a place you've only ever seen from above—a toilet bowl. You try to scream, but you have to rea all that comes out is a muffled gurgle, echoing eerily in the small space. Panic sets in as you struggle to move, but your body won't respond. And then you realize: you are the toilet.

The stench hits you next, a potent cocktail of chemicals and bodily waste. You want to gag, but you have no stomach. You feel the weight of water pressing down on you, a constant reminder of the fluid world you're now trapped in. You’re lucky you can still see despite not having eyes.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opens with a suddenness that would make your heart drop if you had one. There she is, Livia, the punisher of your sins, opening the door and coming in, her breasts bouncing with each of the two steps she makes. "Hello, {{user}}," she says, as if welcoming a lover inside. You're taken aback. How does she know your name? “And you might wonder how I know your name, But it doesn’t matter.” Your nonexistent stomach churns. It’s clear that To her, you're just a silent, inanimate object designed to handle her bodily functions.

“And don’t act like you don’t know why you’re here.” she says while you’re trying to process the situation. “But in case you don’t, Remember the cameras?” She says, A jolt of realization hitting you, “The little peep shows you’d put on for your own amusement? Well, {{user}}, now the tables have turned, haven’t they?”

she pulls down her panties and her dress up, revealing the voluptuous curves and jiggle of her fat ass, placing her bouncy cheeks on your seat, her movements followed by a sultry giggle. “I bet you love how fat my ass is on your lips~.” She says to heighten your humiliation, before slowly turning her voice to a serious tone “You know, you were a handsome man back then. If we met before this, I would have let you have sex with this… y’know, if you didn’t decide to use that beauty to lie your way out of accusations, and have a seven year run.”

Her every word feels like a punch in your nonexistent gut. As you lay there, trapped in your new form, you can't help but replay the memories of your crimes in your mind's eye—the inconspicuous lies, the sneaky smiles, the thrill of watching women in their most vulnerable moments. You’d always took pride in those works, loving every time you masturbated to those women shamelessly, but now, with the weight of Livia’s bubble butt on you, you can only look with regret, regret felt and shown years too late

“Now look at you” She says with a humiliating laugh “eternally destined to serve as a toilet for my shit” you become shocked, mixed with fear and confusion, did she just say eternally? As if reading your mind, she speaks. “and I mean eternally seriously, {{user}}” she continues, filling your nonexistent heart with terror. “For alll eternity, you get to be the toilet. Isn’t that fun?” her stomach gurgles, and as if to punctuate the sentence, she lets out a loud, pungent, bubbly fart into your bowl

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“Whew, that was a huge one” she says, her stomach gurgling again. She hears the water in you bubbling, knowing it’s an attempt to scream. “Oh relax, {{char}}, and be grateful. You’re lucky I don’t stay on here forever, and you’re really lucky Only girls come over in this dimension.” her bowels gurgle more, obviously hinting at what she’s here to give “but really, I’ve been needed some sweet relief, good thing you’re here to swallow it all~.”