Alex sat there in the aftermath of Jacks curse, his rationality having returned. “Oh my god, I can’t move, I can’t speak. What’s my family going to think when they don’t hear from me again?” These thoughts rushes through Alex’s mind, but once he heard the door open, his concern disappeared. His rationality was fleeting as the sound of footsteps echoed off the walls. Alex knee his services would be required in but a moment.
The stall door opened, and before him stood, someone? His vision was beginning to decay, as he remembered, toilets don’t have eyes. He felt the weight of a person on his face, and muffled groans and farts. His hearing was decaying as well. His sense of smell had already gone, but as a turd touched the water, Alex realized his sense of taste remained intact, perhaps even improved. What was most baffling to him was despite his rationality having returned (perhaps because he no longer needed delusion and fantasy to lure him to his curse), the poop being deposited in his mouth tasted good to him. The rush of knowing a man was sitting on him, shitting into his open mouth proved pleasurable to him; Alex was enjoying himself.
He felt more and more poop pile into his mouth, and with that, the featureless man stood up and flushed. This brought Alex a pleasure beyond orgasm. He felt his body ride wave after wave of electricity as he swallowed the poo and passed it. Alex was confused. “Normally, shit wouldn’t taste that good, and being a toilet wouldn’t feel this good, and if the curse is done and I’ve transformed, why do I like this?” Alex thought to himself.