No time like the present

To hell with "Degradation over time"; it's time to turn this show up to eleven!

As the hobos try to get comfy in Katie's couch and armchairs, you reach out to them once more: "So, gentlemen, I'd like to lay out a few ground rules - I trust you'll explain them to any new arrivants. First, Katie here can only eat piss and shit, so don't ever use the toilet when you could use Katie instead. You don't have to do the deed directly on her, so long as she gets to consume it at some point."

To demonstrate, you release your own bowels and bladder here and there, taking a long shit right on her blue, velvety carpet, and soaking its fabric. Once you're done, Katie reaches out to grab your turds and start chomping on them, an out-of-place look of gustative bliss on her face.

"Secondly, poor Katie here doesn't know what cleaning means. So if she's to ever stay sorta clean, you're gonna have to tongue-bathe her. She'll be fine with it, I assure you." Further enforcing the insane set of rules you set up yourself, you reach out to a curtain and start wiping your cock on it to clean it of any remaining piss drops. "She also loves to eat asses, so don't get shy about asking for a good rimming: bonus points if you just shat!" As you finish speaking, you feel a tongue make its ways through your buttocks, tonguing your insides and licking your asshole. Satisfied, you further add: "Of course, she's also a freeuse sextoy for whoever, whenever. She can't even catch STDs or get pregnant involuntarily, so really, think of her body as an autonomous sextoy - except it's the most realistic you'll ever meet, and it also doubles as a waste-cleaner."

Once you're done explaining, the hobos look a bit stunned - which is admittedly understandable: this bombshell of a woman, a waste-eating freeuse slut? It's unbelievable enough for them to start questioning their situation: is this a trap to get them in jail, a hidden camera prank kind of thing...? Frustrated, you wield your power once more to melt away their doubts. Suddenly confident and rejoiced, they approach Katie, and start having their way with her. You add a final remark: "Remember; don't clean after yourself!", before taking your leave. Now you'll just have some random fun wherever, and come back later.

Weeks passes, and thanks to a particularly entertaining swimming pool - or rather, aquatic orgy club, as it becomes after your passage - you completely forget about Katie... until you randomly come accross her house once more. It's unrecognizable: the outside is completely graffitied, the once well-cared for garden completely filled with trash and overgrown grass. You remember about all the crazy rules you set up there, and, excited to see what's happened after the situation has marinated for a few weeks, you step inside. You're immediately greeted by a frontal **** on your nose. Human waste, sweat and the smell of sex seem to battle each other on your nostrils. You make the fumes disappear for a bit, eager to enjoy the sights without the smells distracting you.

Going deeper in the house and entering the leaving room, you come upon a scene that makes you very, very satisfied of your work. There isn't any surface, curtains, furniture or piece of clothing left that isn't stained with something, and much to your surprise, this something is usually cum. In the cleanest corner of the room, you see a few mattresses arranged as a sleeping area, on which nine persons are currently resting.

Of course, the most satisfying part is Katie herself: laying on what once was her coffee table, she's getting spitroasted by two men... scratch that, by a man pounding away at her cunt recklessly and by a woman calling her names while grinding on her face! Checking the sleeping area again, you realize that there a few women here.

You patiently wait for the woman to finish squirting on Katie's face, then go and kneel in front of the living sextoy. "Hey Katie", you say in a most friendly manner, "it's been a while!"
As her gaze shifts back into focus, she realizes who you are, and, true to her nature, smiles at you: "Hey John! Yeah it's been too long! How's it going?"
You can't help but chuckle. This woman, whose life you messed up with beyond recognition, greets you as an old friend. This is exactly what you wanted. "Not bad. What about you?"

Her smile turns into her trademark snarky grin as she replies: "Well, let's see. My house has become a hobo squat and covered in graffitis in and out, and I'm being taken by the locals as well as by strangers from all walks of life; I can't drink anything but piss and eat anything but shit, which I usually take straight from the source, giving people oral or rimjobs as I do - not that it matters, given that you made me love eating asses... I get ten to fifteen slaps as a greeting on a daily basis, my friends and family all turned their back on me when they saw what a disgusting sow I've become - save for some that now fuck me on a daily-to-weekly basis, oh and of course I can't find the time to work anymore. Not that it'd matter, given that my laptop was accidentally destroyed by some punk chick who came to take a piss in my house."

As she was speaking, a man wearing a suit and tie - and obviously bottomless - came in, trying not to step on any dirty patches, and aimed his dick at Katie's face, spraying it with piss without a warning. Katie smiled at him, wrapping her lips around his cock for a few seconds and bobbing on it a bit, before releasing it and letting it spray her hair as she turns her face towards you again.

"Of course, that's only part of it. There's also the regular tongue-baths, the way my whole house has been trashed and I've stopped wearing clothes altogether because they'll end up torn apart anyway, and - oh excuse me, seems like the guy fucking me has finished."

In one swift move, she rotates on her back, and in a display of flexibility you had yet to witness for yourself, she locks lips with her own cunt, noisily slurping its contents. You patiently wait for her to finish, enjoying the sight way more than you thought you would: seems like she's taken a real liking to this, judging by how she's fingering her ass at the same time. Once she's satisfied, she lies back down again, now facing you upside-down:

"Ah, that hit the spot. Sorry, normally I'd just grab something nearby to wipe, but the guy also pissed in me, and y'know, I won't pass up on a free drink served straight in my pussy", she giggled.
All of this had you hard beyond your wildest dreams, and without further ado, you got back up, grabbed her hair, and pushed yourself in her, violently shaking your hips to fuck her throat as hard as possible. While you're pounding with reckless abandon, you see a woman with blue hair and a form-fitting jacket - perhaps the "punk chick" Katie mentioned? - coming in. She rapidly notices Katie, get on the way-too-used coffee table, and squat over her naked stomach. Once that's done, she looks at you and asks: "Hey, do you think you could go at it less violently? You're kinda shaking the table here, I don't want to fall."

With an understanding nod, you take it down a notch, rhythmically but slowly thrusting inside and out of Katie's mouth. "Thanks", says the blue-haired girl, "I wouldn't want to fall on my own shit."
Once she's finished her sentenced, she grunts a bit, and with some effort, start pushing out a log atop of Katie's stomach. Once the brunt of it has gotten out of her, she speaks again: "By the way, are you going to finish soon? I'll need to clean my ass, and I don't like to pass up an opportunity to get it licked clean."
"Sorry", you answer, "I think I'll be at it for a few minutes again."
She shrugs. "Alright, I'll just play with her pussy a bit then."

Dismounting Katie and the poor coffee table, she grabs a nearby dildo that you hadn't even spotted and shoves it inside your current cocksucker. Intrigued, you ask: "So... You're a lesbian?"
She shrugs again. "Not really? I guess I'm kinda bi, I wouldn't mind doing it with a girl, it's just... not particularly exciting to me. Toying with Katie's sopping cunt is just a way to pass the time. It's more of a domination thing I think?" She shrugs again. "I dunno."
Puzzled, you press on: "What about the rimjob thing?"
She giggles. "Oh no, that's not a sex thing. I'm just killing two birds in one stone: I get a thoroughly clean asshole so my boyfriend can fuck it, and Katie gets to go to town on a dirty girl's ass. Which she really loves, don't you Katie?"

Addressing her toilet and future cleaner for the first times, she twists the dildo a bit more inside her, which causes Katie to loudly moan - or, well, try to moan: all she actually does is tightening a bit more around your member. The added stimulation, along with the whole surreal situation of fucking a willing slutty toilet's throat while talking to its users sends you over the edge, and with a few final pulses, you shoot your seed inside her. You release your cock from her mouth and back away, and Katie manages to get in one gasp for air before being presented with the girl's asshole. "Come on, Katie", the punk girl enjoins, "lick it clean! I promised raw anal to my bf for his birthday, and I don't want to disappoint."

Katie happily laps away at the blue-haired girl's ass, taking her sweet time to make sure it's completely clean. "Ah, yeah", the one being cleaned says, "just like that, you slut!"
"Not a sexual thing, eh?", you teasingly ask. "Oh shut up", she snickers, "getting licked just feels good; it doesn't have to be a sex thing to feel good. Like, hugs feel good, and I hope that you know that friendly hugs exist!"
"Fair enough", you admit.
Katie gives out a final kiss to the girl's ass in a loud, scenical Mwah!, and tells her: "All done! Now go and get fucked like there's no tomorrow!"
"Thanks Katie!", the girl replies. "Bye!", she adds towards the both of you before taking her leave.

"So, let's summarize again", Katie resumes. "Everything in my house is covered in some mixture of cum, piss and shit stains, I can't eat anything but those three things, I've completely forgotten what hygiene even was, I eat asses for fun, my house has turned into a trashy, littered, walk-in hobo squat and so has my cunt, I can't get any contracts anymore because of this depraved, time-consuming lifestyle... and as I mentioned, pretty much all my loved ones have either turned their back to me in disgust - or joined the perpetual pussy party.
Yup, I'd say you've pretty much ruined my life!", she finishes with a beaming smile.

And just like that, your fantasy is finally complete. Perfectly satisfied, you make a final offer to her: "Alright, so I'm gonna take my leave now, and I probably won't come back... well, ever; unlike most people here, I can fuck whoever I want, so it's not like I need your holes in particular. So, do you want me to erase all that? Make your house clean again, letting your loved ones come back, all that."

"Eh...", she obviously hesitates - which is her most insane, ridiculous reaction yet. "I mean, I don't feel that strongly about it, you know. I know that you made it so I wouldn't feel strongly about it, but that doesn't change the facts. I don't feel much different. Do as you will, I guess!"

Despite already having it, being given power over one's life is still as intoxicating a feeling. That being said, given this power, you...