They delivered me and installed me. My protests were only mental, as I had no way of making any sound or movement. I could see, hear, and feel everything, but had no way to respond.
I found that my new existence was mostly boring. I could hear chatter in nearby rooms, occasionally a thud, a police siren, a laugh. But it all came and went. I found, unfortunately, that it was impossible to fall asleep in my new state. Whatever they did to put my mind in this toilet was a neverending consciousness, impossible to escape. I found it hard even to doze off or daydream. I felt alert, all the time, with each passing hour. I couldn't even shut my eyes, as I didn't have eyes. I had to see, see everything. I couldn't even blink. I had to hear everything. I had to smell everything. Forever.
My whole family used me. Before long I saw everyone's genitals, everyone's anuses. I stared at Mariah's hairy pussy as she peed into me, wiped and flushed. I saw my dad's ballsack dangle into me as he shit into me, wiped and flushed. I saw Brad's little weiner pee into me messily, then he flushed me too.
I was embarrassed to find that the flushing felt VERY good. I began to look forward to having someone pee or poop into me, dumping dirty toilet paper into me, just for the sensation of being flushed. It was an incredible relief, the only real sensation of movement I was capable of. When I was flushed, I could feel my lever pulled, I could feel the rush of clean water, I could feel the siphon action over my u-bend. It wasn't quite like cumming, but it was the closest I could possibly get.