A porcelain prison (The story so far)

All 7 original parts and their comments can be found in the archive.

This is just a copy of them to save people having a hard time finding them.

I wanted to try something a little different… I will respond to comments in character, feel free to ask questions or suggest things to either Doctor Black or his assistant. You never know, it might influence the next instalment.
These are the scientific notes of Doctor Jacob Black, dictated to his assistant Natasha Rubina due to Doctor Black’s current status.

Day one.
I will start by saying the obvious, experiment 5726 was a complete failure. Somehow the containment field collapsed, and I was directly affected. The unfortunate effect being my present state trapped in the form of an inanimate object, to make the situation even more embarrassing the object I have ended up as is a toilet. Luckily, I have retained the power of speech and still have my full range of senses, although my sight is centred from the bottom of the bowl so I can only see my own rim and the ceiling of the laboratory unless someone looks directly into me. Over the course of the last few hours my assistant Natasha has taken samples from various parts of my form to test the composition of the materials I am now made of. It turns out my bowl is porcelain, my seat, cistern and pipes are standard plastics and all my fittings are metal. Doing the surface tests, she found no organic matter at all, which makes me wonder how I am still alive. As if to make things even more uncomfortable each part of my new form still feels like a part of my old body. The worst ones being that the inside of the bowl feels like my mouth and can even taste, the flush handle feels like my penis and when Natasha touched it I must admit it sent a shiver through my form and my cistern feels like my testicles although they feel strangely empty, likely because the cistern should be full of water.
At first, I thought that this was the end for me, but the more I think about it the more positive I am becoming. I am stuck as a toilet, but I still have my mind and surly a toilet is only a toilet if it is plumbed in and used to get rid of human waste. Right now, I am a man who is paralysed and happens to be made of inorganic materials, I’m sure I can find a way to carry on with my life. Any questions you may have for me can be written in the comments and Natasha can read them out to me and write my responses.
Natasha’s notes.
I cannot believe that the Dr. has ended up as a lavatory… It is so weird to hear his voice coming from a toilet sitting in the middle of the laboratory. What makes it worse is that it is all my fault, I forgot to turn the containment field on. Now the Doctor has this crazy idea that he can carry on with his life and be the next Stephen Hawkins, but I don’t think that the world is ready for a talking toilet. Surely if the rest of the scientific community finds out they will experiment on him to try and figure out how he is still alive… I think that maybe I should try to hide him somewhere for his own protection…

Part two of my tale about the unfortunate Doctor Black. I will respond to comments in character, feel free to ask questions or suggest things to either Doctor Black or his assistant. You never know, it might influence the next instalment.
These are the scientific notes of Doctor Jacob Black, dictated to his assistant Natasha Rubina due to Doctor Black’s current status.
Day twelve.
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.
Natasha’s notes.
Seeing the Doctor 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 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.

Part three of my tale about the unfortunate Doctor Black. I will respond to comments in character, feel free to ask questions or suggest things to either Doctor Black or his assistant. You never know, it might influence the next instalment.

These are the scientific notes of Doctor Jacob Black, dictated to his assistant Natasha Rubina due to Doctor Black’s current status.

Day 21

I am now finishing my third week as a toilet; many things have changed for me. Natasha has been flushing me and refilling me at least once a day. Also, after a long talk with Natasha we decided to try the experiment again, the machine is unable to convert anything to organic materials so we needed to decide on a form I could assume. I concluded I could be happy as a mannequin, but since we did not have a mannequin to scan into the machine Natasha reasoned that the form was a non-issue, since if the machine worked, she could convert me again another time. She slipped off one of her high heels and used that as a template. When the machine activated it never targeted me, likely because I am now made of inorganic materials. I was very upset about this as it meant I was truly stuck as a toilet.
A few days after the failed experiment the inevitable happened, one of my old colleagues came into my laboratory looking for me. I remained quiet while he talked with Natasha until he took our research notes and discovered my fate. His fascination with me was very scary, he was obsessed with understanding how I worked and kept referring to me as it. The moment that he suggested disassembly of my form was when Natasha did it. I can understand her motivation, but I am a little disappointed she reacted as she did. When I saw the bright light surround me, I knew that the machine was activated, I cannot help but wonder if when I changed, I screamed like Doctor Grey did. The sight of his body condensing into a small black high heel and the sound of his anguished cries will haunt me forever. Natasha came and picked up the shoe, which by this point was just a gibbering wreak and she carried him out of the laboratory. When she returned, we had another long conversation, by the end of it we concluded I needed to hide somewhere to protect myself and other people. Natasha mentioned a lady’s room that was being refurbished, we decided I could hide there until Natasha can find a way to smuggle me out. Although I still have this feeling of doom, I now know that I must find a way to fight on, for myself, Natasha and the unfortunate Doctor Grey.
Natasha’s notes.
I was crushed when the experiment failed, and it became apparent that the Doctor was trapped. I had hoped that there would be some way to convert him into something I could smuggle out or something that could be easily hidden in the laboratory. When Doctor Grey found us, I tried to reason with him, but he was focused on taking Doctor Black apart. I admit I panicked, but at that moment in time turning on the machine seemed the only way. After that incident and a long chat with Doctor Black I have phoned maintenance and told them that a toilet was delivered to our lab by mistake, then I snuck into the ladies’ room that is being refurbished and broke one of the basins. So, I think that Doctor Black will be hidden there soon, then I will just need to find a way to get him out. As for Doctor Grey, after taking him away from the laboratory all he has done is ask what he is. I smuggled him out of the building in my purse, I don’t have the heart to tell him I have turned him into a shoe, how do you tell a man he is stuck as a black, patent Mary-Jane with an ankle strap? I have just left him inside my purse for tonight… This is all such a mess…
Part four of my tale about the unfortunate Doctor Black. I will respond to comments in character, feel free to ask questions or suggest things to either Natasha or Doctor Grey. You never know, it might influence the next instalment.
These are the scientific notes of Doctor Jacob Black, written by his assistant Natasha Rubina due to Doctor Black’s current missing status.
Day 32
It’s been a week since maintenance took Doctor Black. The next day I went to look for him in the ladies toilets that are being refurbished and the broken toilet was still there. I then checked all the toilets on the floors that I have access to, I also broke into the maintenance storage area and could not find him. Which means that he has been installed somewhere I cannot get to, been packed and sent to the supplier that the company orders its toilets from or he has been found out.

Searching for the Doctor was only made harder by Doctor Grey. I decided that I should wear him, both to break him into his new life and to also give him some additional incentive to help to get the machine to work on inanimate materials. The morning after the unfortunate incident with Doctor Grey I removed him from my purse and stood him in front of the mirror. Without saying a word, I then got ready for work, the last thing I did before leaving was to slip my foot into him and do up his buckle. That first day all he did was scream and shout for someone to rescue him. Luckily his cries were quite faint due to his new size, but in a quiet place they were very noticeable. As the week progressed, he has become more well behaved in public, but whenever I try to speak to him directly or when we are alone, he just swears at me constantly. I think that the only reason he is sometimes silent in public is just a fear of being found and dismantled like he wanted to do to Doctor Black. Maybe if I read him some questions from you, he may respond better.
I have also used the machine on the mouse, I transformed her into a copy of a set of diamond earrings and a necklace with a small diamond pendant that my grandmother left me. While not worth more than a few hundred I figured that the money would come in handy. There is no way I can sell the jewellery as it keeps making distressed squeaking sounds. When I wear all three pieces of it and talk gently to it the squeaking tends to stop. I feel awful for putting the animal through this, but I now know that I cannot use the machine to just make quick cash. Unless I try to ignore the fact that I would be torturing animals.
Hopefully I will find Doctor Black soon…

Part five of my tale about the unfortunate Doctor Black. I will respond to comments in character, feel free to ask questions or suggest things to Natasha, Doctor Black or Doctor Grey. You never know, it might influence the next instalment. These are the scientific notes of Doctor Jacob Black, written by his assistant Natasha Rubina due to Doctor Black’s current status.

Day 54
Natasha – I have spent weeks searching for Doctor Black, today I finally found him in the ladies executive toilets.
Doctor Black – This has been a terrifying ordeal for me. The guys from maintenance took me from the laboratory and brought me straight to this ladies room. I thought it was the one that Natasha had told me about, so I never said anything while they bolted me to the floor, attached my waste pipe to the network or when they Hooked me up to the water main. Once fully installed the maintenance guy flushed me to check I was working correctly and left. It felt nice that my cistern automatically refilled after my orgasm and I looked forward to when Natasha would come to visit me.
It must have been less than an hour after I was installed that I first heard the clicking of heels in here, I was about to say hello to let Natasha know where I was when I heard them walk straight up to me. What I saw next terrified me, my view from the bottom of the bowl was filled with the sight with the vision of a middle-aged woman pulling her panties down, she then pulled her skirt up and sat down on my seat. Within seconds she urinated into me, the taste was utterly disgusting, and I was desperate to scream at her to get off me, but I knew I would then be discovered and taken apart by some of my old colleagues. Since she did not move straight away after urinating, I had a moment to mentally prepare for what was going to happen next. Watching her defecate was utterly horrific, her faeces was slowly pushed out of her anus, it hung there for a moment before dropping into my bowl. The taste was so bad it took every fibre of my being not to shout at her. Luckily, she quickly wiped and flushed me. The taste of her urine and faeces lingered in my bowl, even after it had been taken away down my waste pipe. I figured that when Natasha came to check up on me, I would get her to rescue me, I prayed that the next person to enter my stall was Natasha, unfortunately it was not. I was used a lot of times that first day by many women of all ages.
That night the janitor came in and cleaned me, after a day of keeping quiet while women emptied their bladders and bowels into my mouth, I found it quite easy not to speak as she wiped me down and squirted bleach into my bowl. It tasted bad, but it was much better than the flavour and odour I had gathered throughout the day. I spent the rest of the night praying for Natasha to come, but the next day followed the same pattern as the last. I cannot believe I have been installed here for over a month and although I still find human waste in my mouth unpleasant, I have managed to get used to it and come to terms with the situation. What I had a bigger problem with was the loneliness, having nobody to converse with has been hell. I just hope Natasha comes to visit me often until we figure out a way to get me out of here.
Doctor Grey – Spending the last month as nothing but a high heel has been a hell for me, constantly getting trod on and having the feeling of a girl’s toes up my arse has been deeply unpleasant. For the first few weeks Natasha wore me daily, which was horrible. But the last couple of weeks she has been alternating me with another pair of heels, only wearing me once every two days. The days spent on the closet floor are boring, but they make a nice change from being worn.
Natasha also decided to try and find an erogenous zone on my body. After touching and rubbing lots of various areas we found that inside my toecap if she moves her toes right, she can stimulate my prostate which gives me somewhat of a sexual release. It still feels a little bit strange to enjoy having something up my backside making me orgasm. Natasha seems to think that maybe I should try to think of myself as female and pretend my toecap is a vagina rather than an anus, since my male organs were not converted. She has this idea that maybe that will somehow make all this easier for me.
Natasha’s notes.
I am so glad I have found the Doctor… Although I am upset that my plan backfired and caused him to be subjected to this, I am relieved he does not blame me. Doctor Grey has also started to come to terms with his new life. He has been assisting me with my research, unfortunately the more experiments we perform the more we seem to prove the changes are permanent. I have also been toying with the idea of using the machine to transform willing subjects, maybe there will be a market for this.

Part six of my tale about the unfortunate Doctor Black. I will respond to comments in character, feel free to ask questions or suggest things to Natasha, Doctor Black or Doctor Grey. You never know, it might influence the next instalment. These are the scientific notes of Doctor Jacob Black, written by his assistant Natasha Rubina due to Doctor Black’s current status.
Day 89
Natasha – it has been a very busy few weeks for me, first I met with a girl who wanted me to own her so much she actually paid me two thousand dollars and signed all her belongings over to me. I would have kept her for a few hundred, but you know what they say about looking a gift horse in the mouth. During our meeting I suggested she became the other shoe of Doctor Grey’s pair, she was not very enthusiastic at first. But after I allowed her to chat with the Doctor, she agreed to do it, with a few odd conditions. The next day I scanned the shoe into the machine and transformed her into a perfect copy of it. Knowing that the transformation was painful I had offered her some pain relief, she refused it saying that she wanted the full experience. She watched in awe as her legs fused together becoming the block heel, I think that she attempted to touch it, but her arms had already started to form into the ankle strap and buckle. Without any of her limbs to aid her balance she toppled over onto her side and began to cry as her body twisted and shrank to become the high
heel. Once Katie was complete, I slipped my foot into her and secured her strap around my ankle, as I have learned from Doctor Grey that I need to break her in straight away. I am unsure whether she likes being my heel or not, even after wearing her for a week.
I have had to leave Doctor Black in the executive ladies room while I get the things, I need to replace him and sneak him out. The plan is simple, first I get my leg put on into plaster, I then need a wheel chair built in such a way that I can smuggle out a semi dismantled toilet and finally I will need a replacement toilet that is identical to the Doctor So far I am struggling to buy a toilet that looks similar enough, but once I find one or have a volunteer to replace him I will be ready to get him out of there. Until then I will continue to visit him every day.
Doctor Grey – I am starting to get used my new life as a ladies high heeled shoe, the addition of Katie as the other shoe to my pair has made everything a little easier for me. Both Katie and Natasha have been trying to make me think in a more feminine way and I have been trying my best, but I think that I really need a new name as Andrew really does not suit me in my present state.
Katie – It isn’t quite what I thought it would be. It took a long while to deal with the pain and having no control over my body. After a week or so I started to enjoy it, though it can be a bit dull when Tasha doesn’t wear us and we never know where we will be kept. Sometimes in the closest in the dark and others laying on the floor next to the bed while Natasha and her Boyfriend go at it not even bothering to apologize. Sorry…guess I am not quite used to being a heel yet. I know most people don’t talk to their shoes.
Doctor Black – Spending yet another month installed here in this stall has been horrific. The only thing keeping me sane are the daily meetings with Natasha, she always brings some toilet cleaning products and freshens me up while we talk. But more importantly she peers into my bowl, seeing a human face is becoming quite rare for me. It’s either Natasha, the janitor or sometimes a woman being sick into me. The worst part is how used to the tastes of urine and faeces I am becoming, by no stretch of the imagination could I be considered to like it, but I do not fear it being in my bowl anymore. Hopefully I won’t have to worry shortly, as I think that Natasha will smuggle me out soon.

Part seven of my tale about the unfortunate Doctor Black. I will respond to comments in character, feel free to ask questions or suggest things to Natasha, Doctor Black or Doctor Grey. You never know, it might influence the next instalment. These are the scientific notes of Doctor Jacob Black, written by his assistant Natasha Rubina due to Doctor Black’s current status.
Day 124
Doctor Black – It took Natasha a few more weeks to come and rescue me, when she did come, she was in a bulky wheelchair and there was a strange man with her. First Natasha scanned me and then between them they drained me of water, uninstalled me and dismantled me. I was feeling very scared, my cistern ached with the emptiness, and being in pieces made me unable to speak. Natasha and the man then put all my pieces into the wheelchair, I then heard sounds of the man screaming, Natasha talked to him for a while then she sat down in the wheelchair and we made our escape. Once at Natasha’s home she carried all my pieces upstairs and installed me in her bathroom I have been here for over a week, Natasha cleans me every day, talks to me while she has a bath and flushes me regularly. She has not used me as a toilet although I have told her I would not mind, as my time in the ladies room has left me with no delusions what the purpose of my form is for.
Kathy – Natasha has been calling me Kathy for a little while now, that coupled with Katie as my counterpart has made this month a lot more tolerable. In between days when we are worn Katie and I talk about things while on the floor of Natasha’s closet, Katie also decided that we should play a game. When Natasha wears us, we see who can stay quiet the longest, I always lose but I made it all the way home without talking last time, I didn’t know that the game kept going until one of us broke the silence. I’m sure I can beat her next time.
Natasha – I took a guy named Chris into the executive ladies room with me when I went to rescue Doctor Black. As we uninstalled him and stowed him in the wheelchair, we took with us, we realised when he was not whole, he lost the power of speech. After transforming Chris into the replacement and installing him I decided to leave one of the screws out of the top of his cistern. I explained to him I would carry it with me and that I would screw it back in on the rare occasions I checked in on him, but the risk of him giving himself away was far too dangerous.
After returning home I plumbed in Doctor Black in my upstairs bathroom, I think we were both relieved when he got his speech back. It is helpful to have the Doctor in my home, since he is now on hand to help me with any questions that I have about the machine. I must admit that it took me a few days to get used to him being in the room when I was taking a bath, but all I need to do is remind myself that he is always looking straight up from his bowl and cannot see my nudity. I have also not been able to bring myself to use him, mainly because of the embarrassment at the idea he would see my vagina.
I have also decided to expand on the uses of the machine, I could use it for common good, by transforming abusive spouses and violent criminals into harmless objects.

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