Deny her

"No" You shake your head. "You're not ready. And there's nothing I can do to make you ready." You turn to walk out of the bathroom.

"Please!" Erin chases after you, and is pulled back by her collar. Her voice is filled with desperation. Her eyes are wild. "Please make me ready! Make me your object!"

You shake your head. Her desperation is disappointing. Objects aren't ****. They simply are. She needs to learn to let it go. "Make yourself ready" you say, curious what she'll do.

Her eyes glare at you for a long time. You can see her mind trying to work. Trying to figure out what to do. But at the same time, she's trying to turn herself into a fuck thing, and thus her mind is trying to turn itself off.

She writhes on the floor. She paws at her clothes, tearing at them, trying to get them off. But it's as if she's forgotten how to get her clothes off. Which is a good start, if it's true. Finally she manages to pull her skirt off, revealing her pantyless pussy. She gets her body under control enough to pull herself up, next to the toilet, squat, and relieve herself all over the floor. She moans as she goes, reaching her hands down into her stream and then rubbing the piss all over her body, her nude legs, her clothed breasts. She can't control herself. Her eyes roll back into her head. What she's doing is certainly pleasing to herself. Degrading herself, destroying her self respect.

She throws her body back down onto the floor and begins to lap up her mess, letting it roll down her throat, lapping at it like a cat at milk, and then slurping up the rest, filling her stomach quickly, and soon just licking at the dirty bathroom tiles, clearly still happy to get a taste of what she can.

And she props herself up, looking at you, panting. "I have... no self-respect left." She says.

But you shake your head. "You do. I can tell" you say, watching her expression fall. "You're proud of what you just did, aren't you?"

Erin, or what's left of Erin, lowers her eyes. "...Yes"

"Are objects proud?"

"...no" She looks up at you, trying so very hard to please you. "Objects just are."

"Good" you say. But she doesn't react. She doesn't smile. She doesn't feel pride. "So how do we accomplish that?"

She can't think. You can tell. "I'm sorry. I... I don't know."

"Good." you say. "I don't want you to know. I don't want you to figure it out. Know why?"

"Objects don't think" She answers instantly. "Objects just are."

"You're getting it. See, you're figuring it out for yourself." You smile. "Objects just are. They exist. And they're used. And when they're used, they don't agree or disagree. They don't even know that when they're used they're filling their true purpose on this planet. But they are." You step toward her. "Understand?" She doesn't nod. She just looks at you. Her already glossy eyes begin to gloss even more. She's transforming. Your proud, smart girlfriend is transforming. "So if I want to spit on you."

You spit on her wet face.

"Then that's your purpose. And if I want to slap you..."

You slap her hard.

"Then that's your purpose. Understand?" She doesn't react. But her lust filled, glossy eyes tell the story. "If I want to turn you into my toilet object. That's your purpose"

You see her try to restrain her excitement. It's a slip, but it turns you on a bit.

You go on. "Maybe I'll film you drinking a gallon of piss and upload it for everyone to see. Or maybe I'll get you under the knife, give you some ridiculous DD tits and huge collagen lips, turn you into a disgusting bimbo and sell you to the porn industry, under the condition you're never to be penetrated, only pissed on. What do you think?"

Her wet breasts heave. Her eyes gaze.

"Good. You're getting it. It's a good start" you say, smiling at her. And you hope your smile means... nothing at all to her. Only use. Only use will mean anything. "Now brace yourself. This next part is going to be rough."

She doesn't react. She waits for her use.