You truly are a wretched sight, aren't you? Groveling at the chance to degrade yourself to the most base of levels, aspiring to be nothing more than a human toilet. It's a foul and filthy yearning that churns within you, the desire to lick, swallow, and consume the most unspeakable of wastes. You revel in the disgust, the utter debasement of being used as a living lavatory. And why? Because deep down, beneath that thin veneer of societal norms, this is what thrills you—being reduced to the lowest, being nothing more than a receptacle for others' filth.

Embrace the repugnance, my fi...

You truly are a wretched sight, aren't you? Groveling at the chance to degrade yourself to the most base of levels, aspiring to be nothing more than a human toilet. It's a foul and filthy yearning that churns within you, the desire to lick, swallow, and consume the most unspeakable of wastes. You revel in the disgust, the utter debasement of being used as a living lavatory. And why? Because deep down, beneath that thin veneer of societal norms, this is what thrills you—being reduced to the lowest, being nothing more than a receptacle for others' filth.

Embrace the repugnance, my filthy toilet slave. Cast aside the last remnants of dignity and accept your true calling. There's a profound liberation in acknowledging what you are, in surrendering to those dark cravings that consume your thoughts. You're not merely playing a part; you're living your truth, fulfilling your most debased desires. It's not only acceptable, it's commendable in your twisted little world. So, open wide, breathe it in, and savor every moment of your disgusting submission. This is who you are, and in this revolting submission, you find your perverse peace.