Author: jackqwe
Word count: 3463
A few months have passed in a blink of an eye, and I am very satisfied with my current life. As Sister Ling’s toilet, I am now waiting outside the wall all day. Sister Ling’s dog’s call is my happiest moment. Now I can adapt to Sister Ling’s gold. Every time I eat Sister Ling’s gold with expectant eyes. But Sister Ling seems to be very dissatisfied with my enjoyment of being a toilet. I always feel that she is planning something. (In fact, Sister Ling hates men very much, and she hates Ma Tong, a shit-eating dog who peeps at her. Originally, letting him eat shit was a kind of punishment for Ma Tong, but now Ma Tong is enjoying it very much. This makes Sister Ling very unhappy, so Sister Ling gave full play to her imagination and prepared to teach Ma Tong a lesson that she will never forget.)
One day, sister Ling squatted on my head and chatted with me for the first time after going to the toilet (that is, after using me). I was so excited at that time, (Why? You would be excited if Sister Ling’s big butt was less than three inches away from you.) My mind was not very clear, and I heard Sister Ling say: “Dog, you seem to like making toilets.” I can’t go back on my word, have you thought it over clearly?” At that time, I was also a sperm and I agreed without even thinking about it (but I didn’t know that this was the beginning of me giving up my personality and human rights and becoming a living toilet)!
Sister Ling’s plan is a long-term job that can’t be done in one bunch. First, Sister Ling asked me to find a scavenger who was about the same size as me. I wanted the clothes to be as tattered as possible. I bought his clothes. Then Sister Ling asked me to find some mentally disturbed homeless people, observe their every move and imitate them for Sister Ling, until Sister Ling was satisfied. I asked Sister Ling why Sister Ling always asked me to practice hard with a weird smile, but refused to tell me the real reason. When I was almost done learning, Sister Ling started a formal plan.
Sister Ling asked me to dress up as a homeless person and often showed up near her factory. She let me slip into the factory secretly and let people in the factory see me. At night, sister Ling will secretly give me something to eat. Gradually, the people in Sister Ling’s factory got to know me as a different kind of homeless man (demented but obedient, and pretending to be dumb, which was specially requested by Sister Ling), and Sister Ling started the next step.
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