A man in a suit comes strutting down the isle waving a paper.
As he comes closer to Madame Illusia he feels his abdomen begin to cramp.
In moments he notices the white tile stained with urine and other things around him.
He is facing the door of a toilet stall and is backing up as his ass attaches to a pipe in the wall. His abdomen releases it's contents relieving his cramping but then he can't release himself from the pipe.
He drops to his knees trying to pull himself from the wall but his arms and legs form into the platform of the toilet he is becoming.
Most toilets don't have a tank but this one does allowing the upper part of his head to form into the tank letting his eyes view each and every user.
His mouth expands into the seat area and it seems as though it is larger than a normal toilet which it is. He was put into a truck stop that has a special stall just for the obese of the truckers and here comes his first user.
For months he gets to know what it is like to be used as a toilet when Madame Illusia comes in the stall. No one noticed her and he spoke to him.
You have been a shithead to so many people she started explaining. Now you are really a shithead.
I haven't decided how long you will be this toilet or what I might change you into later but you will be a toilet for awhile.