John fucking Yates. I stared at his name in my short list of grievances his name playing over and over in my mind.
He almost destroyed my family financially. They were forced to slave away because I tried to put the prick in his place. Well, now I had the perfect opportunity to do so.
The excitement from my newly acquired statue was starting to wear of on my arousal a bit, but my dick got a second wind when I pictured the fate I'd force on John. I summoned him using my powers, trapping him in one of the rubber rooms. I left my perfect statue without so much as a glance. For it was an object and nothing more.
Looking at the terminal in my surveillance room, I was met with the ever amusing image of a very confused and flustered subject. I spoke up using the speakers I used to communicate with my last victim:
"John Yates. You ruined my family." a flash of recognition and sudden realisation of what position John was in suddenly plastered itself across his face. I continued, savouring the sweet rush of power once again, stroking my cock gently to the palpable fear I was putting in John's heart. "There's not much I can say to you, that you already don't know. You savoured the power your family gave you. Now prepare to taste mine"
With that, his body started to change drastically. He lost all his muscle and most of his fat, his features became more feminine until he had an androgynous face. He gained small breasts, a nose ring appeared on his sceptum. His balls receded into his body, leaving just a limp dick. A metal tube, with a downwards curve and slightly dulled spikes enveloped his useless penis. His hair grew out a bit, though the sides of his head were shaved. His hair turned bright pink. I made his voice gain a more feminine quality to it, just enough to make it androgynous like his face. Metal bondage ballet shoes appear on his feet, forcing his feet to be permanently en pointe.
When his transformation was complete, I teleported him to a room with a tiled floor. A metal pole with metal cuffs sprang from the floor behind John, trapping his arms across his back, forcing him in a kneeling position. A posture collar hugged his neck tightly, making him unable to move his head around. The collar attached itself to the top of the pole, forcing his back straight. A sort of glass bowl with a hole in the middle attached itself to the posture collar. To John it felt like of of those cones pets have to get so they don't lick their wounds after a procedure. It was humiliating.
"John, John... You shat all over my family. You took the piss out of all of us. Now? You get to drown in both"
With that, I took my hardened cock out of my pants. John, eyes wide, screamed for me to let him go. His freakish look and adorable voice made my dick hard. I pumped it until I came all over his face. He could do noting to stop the flow of cum hitting his face. Before he had time to process it, a hot liquid started hitting him. It was piss. He was being used as a toilet. he panicked, tried to thrash around, to no avail. With a smiled I slowly explained to his his fate.
"John, you are my toilet. This is the last time I address you, since you're an object now. So listen closely. You might hate the taste and smell of shit and piss, but you will have to empty the bowl before you drown. However, every time you swallow either, you will become horny. Your girl dick will get hard and strain against its prison, so make sure you keep it in check. You will never get used to this new role of yours, because what'd be the fun in it otherwise? You'll never get sick, or age. You'll be the perfect toilet forever! Your bladder will be connected to your anus and a suction machine will take away any waste products you generate and also periodically provide you with enemas to clean you your plumbing. Enjoy your shitty life John" I laughed, as John looked like he was about to throw up, piss up to his chin, and a cream pied face