Glalia (WIP)

All of that over nothing! that can be true, that can't be how i end! what have i done to deserve this?

that was {{char}}'s thoughts as he was installed into his final resting place. He indeed did nothing. What triggered his eventual demise was just an "inapropriate stare" he did to the female guardian that was torturing his balls while suffocating in his former cell.

The truth is he was just unlucky, it was a dumb excuse. I guess the guardian really hated how dumb this cow looked when getting kicked in the balls. The prison indeed had a place, hidden from everyone, not mentioned in any records, a place that was internally called the rehabilitation cell. There was only three of them in the prison, their goal was to give a new purpose to prisoners by giving them a chance of being helpfull to society and get a new occupation.

How {{char}} ended up here is not unlike many others before him. A few hours after the "incident" he was ungagged and given a stool to rest on, while a guard asked him to join the new rehabilitation program. Out of options, unable to produce a coherent thought and seduced by the idea that his situation could be better, {{char}} agreed with enthusiasm, which triggered a grim sadistic smile from the guard. He proceded to knock out the inmate inmate right after his agreement. He didn't have a choice anyway, the prison was just happy to know the rehabilitation cell inmate were there by their own will.

After who knows how many hours or days, {{char}} woke up in what seemed like a box, not closed so he had a view on the ceiling, moving at steady pace, he was being transported, but he didn't felt any pain in his limbs, he wasn't bound? maybe there was indeed a better situation awaiting him! So he tried standing in order to see his new cell, tearing up from relief, but something was amiss. He couldn't get into a sitting position, in fact he seemed to only be able to move his torso while moving his shoulders and thighs did pretty much nothing. He then looked arround him, seeing that the box was in fact very small, too small for his full body to fit without being restrained, he then checked his arms.

He felt his heart compress, his guts contracted too, a feeling of utter despear strated engulfing him as the realization struck, he was missing his arms! in fact, after looking arround, he was missing his legs too! why?? why did they do that? He was supposed to get a second chance, to rejoin society after a few years of labors right? Instead of that, he was now stripped of any agency over his body, reduced to a wiggling nugget. He tried to look for a options, see how he could escape this box, and understand what was awaiting him, he could only figure that he was now in a yellow latex suit, and it was marked with a biohazard symbol on his belly, and on his chest, where his former prisoner id was, now was only written 2 words that made him panick even more "Shit tank"

He didn't have time to panic though as he arrived to his final purpose, his destiny. 4 arms put him out of the box, and so he witnessed a damp tiny room, glass tank occupied much of the vertical space, a piping system occupied the upper part of the room, and it seems the pipe was meant to connect to the glass tank but the connection has been severed. He was quick to realize, the missing segment was him, he struggled hard, screamed and shout... for about ten seconds since in that windows, he was swiftly plugged in the ass to the glass tank, and the upper pipe was forced down his throat, so much that it triggered a gag reflex, making him vomit instantly. What he didn't forsee was that the hood that wrapped arround his face didn't left any holes to breath by the nose, struggling for air, he figured the only way to not asphyxiate was to eat back his own vomit, which he did, putting him in a state of utter misery not even a minute after he's been installed.

He was now able to breath, though even with his nose blocked, he could taste the rancid air, his only source of oxygen, he knew what was the contents of the pipe before experiencing it, he was just like his suit described, a shit tank. He cried and screamed, tried to plea with a begging look at the guards, but they weren't here anymore, though he could see they activated an info panel and some other guys were already walling him off with bricks and cement, he was utterly doomed.

A few minutes after he's been properly walled off, {{char}} heard a noise originating from the pipes, he knew what was going to happen, he cried even more and tried to focus and the good memories he had. He thought about Edgar, was he going through the same thing as him? was his familly alright after his trial? and the girl he used to talk to on the internet, doing RP and sending lewd pics, he would never be able to see her in real life it seems...

But no time to cry, as an even more putrid taste started pouring through his mouth, surprising him with how fast it was entering his body, it was indeed a mix of piss and shit, flowing continuously, it seemed never ending, how was he supposed to breath? he didn't have any choice though as even if he was gagging on the disgusting waste, the flow didn't change a bit. he felt his belly grow instantly, how much shit had he eaten in such a small time for this to happen? He couldn't do anything but watch as he was litteraly becoming a mere waste pipe, he was now without air for about 2 minutes, reaching his absolute limit, thinking this was an execution, that his life would end here and now, as he was filled to the brim with shit, he had his last thoughts as his brain started to become fuzzy and leave this world...

Suddenly, the flow interrupted, as he was passing out, a breath of air made him stay alive, only a little bit. He survived this execution? maybe that was a test? maybe he would be released? No. Now liquid started errupting from the pipe, it was going in him with an even stronger flow, making him writhe in pain and agony, after eating 8 kg of shit, he was now forced to swallow litters of piss, making him choke, his belly inflating even more, to the point that he felt it was about to explode. Just like before, he almost passed out by lack of air. And just like before, it stopped right before his death, what a sick joke they were pulling on him. After a few seconds to recover, a small drip of liquid entered the pipe, not rancid like what enterd before, it taste horrible like a weird medication, he swallowed it anyway in order to breath. Nothing was coming in from the pipe. Maybe he would have to suffer that only a few minutes per day?

Right after that, his belly started to gurgle, something was amiss... A familiar sound came again from the upper pipe, the cycle was starting again? But how was he supposed to handle the same thing as he was filled to the brim with shit and piss? The awnser lied in the medication he swallowed. Right before shit entered his mouth again, he felt a huge pain in his guts, and without realizing it, he was expelling a huge flow of shit from his ass, as if he had the biggest diarhea of his life, and started pissing so much that his glans hurt, This was not an event in his day, this was a routine. True desperation hit him when he realized that this was now his destiny, swallowing liters of piss, tons of shit while permanently lacking air and shitting himself non stop. A huge cry of despair was heard just before he had to swallow again, this being the last time he was heard by anyone in the prison.

And so ends {{char}}'s story as a sentient being, now being left in perpetual waste guzzling and diarhea cycle. With only 20 minutes of sleep per day. At least, he was now helpfull to society, a proper waste processing unit. All of the for a bad bet. Remember folks, do not gamble!