Part two of my tale about the unforunate Dr. Black. I will respond to comments in character, feel free to ask questions or suggest things to either Dr. Black or his assistant. You never know, it might influence the next installment.
These are the scientific notes of Dr. Jacob Black, dictated to his assistant Natasha Rubina due to Dr. Black’s current status.
It has nearly been two weeks since the accident that changed me into a toilet. During the first day when Natasha was here it was not so bad, as I had someone to talk with. But that first night alone I started to feel very lonely and the feeling of my empty cistern was driving me mad. The next day Natasha convinced me to let her fill me up with water to relieve me of the constant empty feeling, she removed the lid of my cistern and tipped a bucket of water into me. Instantly the horrible empty feeling disappeared and I felt more whole, although it did leave me feeling like I need to ejaculate. I then spent a few days sitting in the middle of the laboratory, Natasha was running an experiment on my form when she accidentally pulled my handle causing me to flush. It was the most potent orgasm I have ever experienced, the water ran through my pipes and into my bowl briefly relieving me of the constant dryness, it then ran out of my waste pipe and onto the floor around me. Natasha apologised for the accident and moped up the mess, she then fetched another bucket to fill me with. My optimism for my situation has also dimmed. Natasha is right, if the scientific community finds out about me they will take all my research and then experiment on my form. I’m now unsure how my life will continue.
Seeing the Dr. become more depressed each day is becoming very hard for me to watch. I must also admit that I flushed him on purpose, his need to orgasm was becoming very obvious to me. I had hoped it would help him come to terms with his new situation, but it just seems to have made him even more pessimistic. Maybe I should try to help him accept his new body, but I cannot think of anything I could do that could help to get a man to accept the life of a toilet.