Reward her.

You know what. The girl has been nothing but a fucktoy and living toilet for a week now, and she's taken to it pretty well! Of course, that was all your doing, but - how did she put it again? 'That doesn't change the facts'. Absent-mindedly rubbing your balls against her tongue, you start thinking what would be a nice reward to such a willing whore. After a few minutes of Katie eagerly polishing your balls - which, admittedly, made the whole process a bit distracting - you come to a conclusion. You don't want her to be in any respectable state ever again... but that doesn't mean she doesn't deserve it.

A knock on the wall, near the hole in the wall that used to be a door. A woman is standing there; a 40-something with black, curly hair, somewhat taller than average. Beautiful green eyes, and a beautiful green dress to match; well-manicured hands, smooth skin, obviously a woman that takes great care of herself. "Excuse me, is this Katie's house?" You wonder how someone could look at the complete disaster that is this house, and not immediately come to that conclusion. It's not as if every neighborhood had a freeuse toilet den! ... Huh, there's a thought for later. Speaking of which, you would really love to relieve yourself right now - there's just something about pissing on a slut while she's going to town on your balls. It's a shame you're kinda empty... a shame you quickly remedy by giving yourself the ability to piss whenever you want. Actually wait, scratch that: by making it so you're constantly relieving yourself, a somehow infinite bladder generously soaking your surroundings at all times. There we go! After all, at this point, peeing on Katie isn't really a world owner privilege, it's just a matter of fact for anyone willing to do so: it's not... special. Nonchalantly letting go everywhere, all the time, however, is very special. Very special indeed.

Anyway, who is this woman, and what did she ask again? A little mental peek in her brain informs you that she's the local Home Owner Association president - oh, right! You're the one that summoned her here, you had a plan for her! As Katie is currently indisposed, having moved to earnestly gobbling your balls while you piss in her hair, you answer for her. "Indeed, this is her house - and the woman currently fondling my balls with her tongue is her!", you calmly explain.

With a warm smile, the woman - Vanessa, you decide - enters the room. "Perfect! I've been wanting to interview her for the last week, as she's become such a resplendent member of our community!"

Not letting go of your nuts, Katie looks up to you, furrowing her brow. You grin at her. Yeah, that makes sense. "I'm guessing you want me to let her be able to speak, then?" Katie whines a little, sad to hear that she's gonna have to let go. "If that wouldn't be too much trouble, I understand her... duties are very important!", Vanessa comments, her cheeks reddening at mentioning Katie's duties. You undock yourself from Katie's mouth, who pouts at you, and walk up to Vanessa. The woman's dress starts darkening, what with you having decided to be absolutely constantly pissing, and her standing directly in front of you - but obviously, she doesn't mind. After all, you're just peeing everywhere all the time, there's no reason to be offended if it just so happens to land in a place that's somewhat inconvenient. You can't wait to be done with this and have fun with your new liquid toy; but first, you need to finish here.

"Thank you very much, sir!", Vanessa calls out. "Don't mention it", you say, casually groping her tits and making them grow a few cups in the doing. She patiently waits for you to finish feeling her up, then walks up to the woman of the day.

"So! Katie. It's my understanding that last week, you decided to turn your life around and make a few brave lifestyle choices. Is that correct?"

A very confused Katie looks to Vanessa. Then to you. Then back to Vanessa. She sits up on her coffee table, making herself a bit more comfortable for the interview. "If by 'brave lifestyle choices', you mean 'throwing my life away to become a dirty freeuse human sextoy and waste disposal station', then yeah, you got the right slut!", she clarifies while grabbing a nearby dildo and shoving it into her cunt - as if to demonstrate. "But hey, first things first - you're supposed to slap me before you talk to me! And may I interest you in a quick fuck while we talk? I could eat you out, you could shit in my mouth maybe...?", she grins, clearly loving the idea of sliging dirty talk at someone who should be the very embodiment of prim and proper.

"Oh my, pardon my manners!", Vanessa answers in an apologetic tone. She approaches Katie and gives her a light smack accross the face... then seems to immediately regret her action. "Was that... not firm enough, perhaps?"

"Nah, that's okay", a clearly underwhelmed Katie answers.

"Good", Vanessa comments. "And I will have to pass on your, um. Offers. I went before coming here - I know, silly me - and I feel like indulging in, ahem, pleasurable activities, would distract me too much."

You chuckle at that. You had managed to completely forget that for most people, fucking is not something you can multitask.

"Okay, this is weird." Katie says. "Why are you being so polite and formal? I mean, I just offered you to shit in my mouth, are you not even a little bit offended? I mean, this has to be one of the most vulgar display you've ever seen, right?", she asks, spreading her legs to give Vanessa a full view of her pussy as she redoubles in masturbatory intensity.

"Well, yes, without a doubt!", the HOA president answers. As if to answer Katie's quizzical expression, she completes: "We, as a community, are proud to count such a vulgar individual in our ranks! And I was wondering if you could give a few tips to any men and women in our neighborhood aspiring to a... sluttier life, if you'll pass me the expression."

Gears turn in Katie's head. "John?", she queries, without turning her gaze from her interviewer nor ceasing to masturbate. "Did you make it so me being crass is viewed as a good thing?"

"A respectable thing", you clarify while slowly working your hand up and down your shaft. It's been ages since you've actually masturbated, your dick is usually shoved in someone's hole these days. "The more of a whorish slut you are, the more vulgar and self-degrading, the more of a walking humiliation porn cliché you are, and the more people will find you respectable and polite." It's funny how explaining those things makes you way harder than just causing them.

The toilet whore looks to you, gears still turning. "Does that mean... I can also do crass things to them?"

You blink. You had completely forgotten how shrewd this girl used to be - and still is, actually, beneath all the sleaziness you added on top. "I... guess? Try it out, I'll reverse time if it doesn't work." You don't bother checking what would happen if she did, you want to see this one play out live.

She gulps. Even knowing that she has you in her corner, and despite the opposite happening to her all the time, randomly groping a stranger still goes against everything she was taught. And yet, she manages to surprise you once again: slowly taking out of herself the dildo that's now coated in her pussy juices, she uses it to smear said juices accross Vanessa's face. She winces a little, waiting for her to get angry, to yell... but the only answer that comes from the woman is "Oh, my!" and a chuckle. "You're truly as great a host as they say!"

You and Katie lock eyes. A truly perverse glint starts shining in her eyes, a literal shit-eating grin spreading accross her face. You wonder if this is going to have consequences...? You decide to take just a quick glimpse at the future. Say, three months from now.

And what you see doesn't disappoint. Every house in the neighborhood has become some degree of degraded and dirty. People only bother wearing clothes for the sole purpose of proudly displaying various stains on them. Every toilet bowl has become dusty with disuse, and formal greetings have been replaced with raunchy display, dirty talk and all-out fucking. Friends spend times exploring each other's holes, no one bothers locking their doors anymore, and the whole place reeks of sex and piss - and at the center of it all stands Katie, at once the subject of the most depraved degradation and an object of worship and wisdom for those around her, that she trains daily to further push their limits and grow as gross and unrestrained as she is. It's like watching some kind of crazed sex reality invade - no, "infect" our own. Katie's mere presence is very obviously corrupting others, making them closer to what she is somehow.

Well, that seems all well and dandy, and you're sure Katie can't wait to see it play out. By the time you focus on the present, Katie has moved to straddling the woman's lap, groping her and licking her face with reckless abandon between questions - which the woman is being all but deferent about. You smile. A week ago, this woman was just another boring... businesswoman? Engineer? You can't even remember. And now she's well on the path of becoming a nymphomaniac toilet goddess.

You take a final glimpse at Katie, who's moved to aggressively devouring Vanessa's asshole. With a heartfelt sigh, you finally take your leave.

"Degradation over time", huh. Seems like it's going to happen, in the end.