"Oh, you're still able to speak?" said the voice in quiet surprised
tone. It continued, "No matter really, you can talk as long as you
like. Or rather as long as you're able, which shan't be much longer.
As to what I'm doing, boy? I am plumbing you. The water pipe is now
connected to your crotch and the drain pipe is flowing out of your
ass. No need to thank me. I'm just doing my job."
"Your job? Thank you?"
"You're welcome."
"No, I meant why should I thank you. Why the fuck would I want to be
plumbed? I'm a human being not a toilet!"
"Ah, toilet? No, that' not what the order form says, but if you
prefer to be a toilet, I can-"
"What the hell are you talking about? I just want you to let me go."
"Oh, my it's far too late for that!" laughed the plumber, "You've
already been prepped. Your body is going to change into something,
but it won't be human - well, I suppose I could keep you partly human.
Maybe a merman urinal with your cock as the flush handle? Or perhaps,
fountain or bird bath? Or shower fitting? I've never made a statue
toilet per se, ut I suppose."
"Are you mad?"
"No, my dear boy. If there's a mistake you made it. I only get
subjects after they've been treated with the chemical agent. If I
don't do anything you'll end up a lump of dried mud - not even a
statue of your former self. Look at your cock root, it's already
gleaming white porcelain. Oh, it's not set yet, but I need to work
fast. I'll call my boss about changing your order to toilet.
Otherwise I'll just make you into the -"
"I don't want to be a toilet! I don't want to be a urinal! I don't
wa-" Ryan suddenly lost his voice.
"Well, that's better," the stranger said keying his Blackberry,
"Hello, Boss, the latest order had a request and changed his mind sort
of. He'd like to retain his human appearance, and I was wondering if
maybe I could...."