Jeff’s mother starts to get up, but then her bowels rumble, louder than they had before. Jeff began to panic as she sat back down, knowing what was coming. She starts to push, releasing a loud fart into Jeff’s waiting mouth. He sat there, trying to cry out to no avail, as his mother began to push once again. This time a turd started to descend. The log broke off as it touched the bottom of the bowl, where Jeff’s sense of taste was overwhelmed by the mixture of urine and scat in his mouth. Jeff was disgusted, but beginning to adapt to his condition. The shit sitting in his mouth didn’t disgust him anymore. In fact, he began to enjoy the taste. Jeff’s mind was torn; he knew what was happening was wrong, but he was starting to get turned on. He wanted more of her waste in his mouth. Just as this thought went through his head, his mother pushed again. A turd slowly worked it’s way out of her ass, into Jeff’s waiting mouth. This log was larger than the last, and Jeff loved it. He could feel the weight of it in his mouth, the taste overpowering him, the smell corrupting him. He fit his new role. The chronivac transformed more than just his body, but his mind as well. As his mother left more and more of her waste in his mouth, he was cemented in his new life. He was a toilet, and all he craved anymore was shit. He loved the taste, smell, and feel of it in his mouth. He thought to himself how he loved his new life. Just as that thought was over, his mother wiped her ass, and flushed the toilet, sending her piss and shit down his throat. Jeff was in extant. He no longer had any purpose in life, other than to swallow the waste of anybody who used him.