Forgotten

 

“Are you staring at me? Wait… can you see me? You can tell that I’m not just a toilet? Oh god I have been waiting for this day! PLEASE you have to help me! I have been here for years, I don’t know how it happened but it is hell on earth! I can taste and smell everything, it's disgusting! I have no idea how I ended up as a toilet in my gym but you have to save me!”

“I mean today has already been horrendous! It started off with these dumb gym bro’s, they are always pulling pranks on each other.”

“One had given the other laxatives and I barely had time to even register what was happening when a pale white muscle butt was slammed down on top of me and his asshole erupted with farts and turds. I scream every time it happens, the smell is putrid and the taste… I don't know what to even describe it to you. I can’t stop it, all I can do is watch as asshole’s open and drop their disgusting payloads into my open mouth. The gym bro’s are bad because of all the protein they eat, makes everything smell awful and the size of the turds just keep getting bigger! You have to find a way to help me. The jock’s always leave me in such a disgusting state, they never even wipe me down with the toilet brush and sometimes they barely even flush. I once spent three days clogged when the dudes decided to all go one after the other in me just to take a picture! I just want to be human again.”


“You are still just staring? You have to find a way to help me or at least say I am out of order. You have to do it before Big Benson comes in!”

“Eurgh he is this overweight slob who is convincing himself that going to the gym is getting him in shape and losing weight but he spends most of his time sitting on me scrolling through his phone! It’s almost painful, he has to weigh over 400 pounds, imagine having 400 pounds on your face for over 45 minutes. He sits and shits, then leaves me stewing in as he scrolls through his phone. It's worse when he actually has exercised because once he is coated in sweat he stinks even more! Plus he always uses me! Just because I am the furthest away stall and he thinks he is getting privacy, but with the booming farts and the fat turds he drops in me it's clear everyone knows who is in there. Please! Just stop staring at me and do something! I can’t keep living like this. I don’t know if I can die or what happens if I break. It’s horrible. I just want to go back to my family, my friends, my girlfriend! Oh god I hope they haven’t forgotten me. Please! You are making me nervous, please say something, do something.”


“Oh no, what's the time? Please you have to do something before 5 O'clock. That's when Brad comes in! He is the biggest bodybuilder I have ever seen and his farts are the worst thing I have ever experienced. He seems to enjoy blasting ass and shitting is like a hobby for him. The amount of times I hear him sniff at his own nasty farts and laugh, congratulating himself on how loud they are or how ripe they stink! I think he gets off on doing monster shits, I swear I have heard him moan when he dumps into my bowl. I dread to think how many pictures I have been in as he often inspects what he has given me and snaps a picture. Fuck I must look pathetic. I am human, not some shit receptacle. Please, you have to do something! You can’t just leave me like this!”


“Hey, why are you smiling?'

'It’s just the hand dryer.'

'Oh no, why are you pulling your pants down?'

'Oh god!'

'You were just waiting for the bathroom to be empty!'

'PLEASE NO! NO NOT AGAIN! You can’t see me, you never could! Not another smelly ass on my face! No please not another shit. I can’t take this anymore! I DON’T WANT TO BE A TOILET WAAAHHHHHHHH!”