Hello. My name Michael. And I'm..
I'm addicted to overflowing toilets.
It all started when I'd just turned 5. Mother said I asked her for a potty for my birthday.
Strange right?
But that's not all. It started when I'd taken a fucking shit. I admired how such a wonderful thing was looked down on.
That "thing" was described as "disgusting", But no.
I adored how such a "disgusting thing" had the courage to hold my "works of art" and endure the fumes that emanated out of my flat ass.
From that day on, I'd spend the majority of the day in the bathroom. Just me and toilette.
I'd bring in some of my toys too. A vibrating stick, a strange leather necklace with a ball, some rope, and a rubber hotdog.
We'd grown very close over the past couple of months.
But one day, my life changed.
I'd entered the bathroom, and toilette poured her heart out to me, just like I've always done.
Brown discolored water poured everywhere. And let me tell you, it was such a magnificent sight. Not even a Soggy Cheeto could compare.
If that isn't love, I don't even know what it is.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Coming out of the closet
FanficHelping a fellow follower come out of his closet and be the real him ~ be you, drop the charade - he's acc straight.. like a circle No but rlly he's straight and no hate NOTE: this is a joke (haha so am I ): and it'll be purposely cringey. I'll pr...
