The Human Toilet Training Program was a highly sought-after service, promising to turn the most reluctant of subjects into efficient human toilets. The process was intricate and painful, but the end result was always worth it.
The journey began with the stripping down of the subject to his underwear. He was then ushered into a pitch-black cupboard, where he would remain for an indeterminate period. The darkness was almost tangible, and the subject was left alone with his fears and anxieties.
As time wore on, the subject began to feel more and more helpless. The lack of light and sound made it impossible to tell whether it was day or night outside the cupboard. All he could do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to release him from his misery.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the door creaked open, and a blinding light pierced his eyes. He squinted as he was roughly pulled out of the cupboard and pushed onto the ground. Before him was a table laden with food - some of it familiar, some of it not.
The toilet trainer stood over him, their expression cold and emotionless. "Eat," they commanded, gesturing towards the food. The subject did as he was told, his mouth watering in anticipation. He stuffed himself with cake and ice cream, cherishing every bite.
Satisfied with his progress, the trainer produced another bowl, this one filled with a viscous brown liquid. "Drink," they ordered, shoving the bowl under the toilet's nose. He hesitated, but he knew better than to resist.
Swallowing his fear, he tipped his head back and took a long draft of the foul liquid. It burned his throat and made his stomach churn, but he kept drinking until the bowl was emptied. When he was finished, he was ushered back into the cupboard, the door slamming shut behind him.
As time passed, the subject began to crave the taste of the stinky urine and the sensation of it coursing through his body. It was a sickening thought, but it was all he had now. He longed for the next meal, for the next taste of his captor's waste. And so he waited, praying for the day when he would become the perfect human toilet.
