You are now a toilet!

You are on stage, under the control of the magician's hypnotic powers. You hear his voice, smooth and persuasive, as he plants suggestions in your mind. "You are no longer a person," he says, his eyes locked on yours. "You are a toilet. A beautiful, powerful, and essential toilet."

You feel a strange tingling sensation spreading through your body as you start to believe his words. "I am a toilet," you repeat, your voice echoing in the vast theater. The audience gasps in disbelief, but you are too deep in the trance to care. The magician smiles, satisfied with the control he has over you.

You kneel down in front of the magician, under his hypnotic control. You hold out your left hand, forefinger and middle finger extended together, upon which the magician places a roll of toilet paper. The audience gasps in astonishment, but you are too deep in the trance to question the bizarre transformation.

"Feel the power within you," he continues, gesturing towards the empty space in front of you. "Every drop of liquid that touches you is a gift, a tribute to your strength and importance." You can almost see the imaginary stream of urine flowing towards you, the sensation of warmth and wetness filling your senses.

As you sink deeper into the illusion, the magician's words become your reality. "You are the receptacle of all things impure and necessary," he says, his voice hypnotic and commanding. "Embrace your purpose, embrace your destiny as a toilet." You feel a surge of pride and acceptance wash over you, a strange sense of fulfillment in your new identity.

The audience watches in awe as you kneel there, fully convinced of your transformation. "I am a toilet," you declare, your voice strong and unwavering. The magician nods approvingly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Indeed you are," he confirms, a twisted smile on his face.

You remain kneeling in the center of the stage, feeling proud and fulfilled in your role as a toilet. The stage magician, known for his mysterious and daring tricks, approaches you with a specimen jar of urine. The other soccer moms in the audience whisper in disgust, but you remain unflinching as the jar is unsealed before you.

The magician lifts the jar to his nose, taking in the scent of the urine, and then gestures for a member of the audience to come forward. The chosen audience member looks hesitant but ultimately steps up to the stage. The magician hands them the jar, and you watch with a detached sense of duty as they cautiously sniff the contents to confirm that it is indeed urine.

The audience member's face scrunches up in disgust, and a wave of pity washes over you for the poor soul **** to experience such a task. But you know your purpose and embrace it fully, allowing the magician to continue his show with the confidence that you are fulfilling your role as a loyal and dutiful toilet. The soccer moms may look on in shock and horror, but you stand tall, proud to be the vessel for such a daring and mysterious act.

You can feel the presence of the audience, their gaze burning into your skin. "Open your mouth," the magician commands, his voice echoing in your head. Without hesitation, you obey, your lips parting to reveal the darkness within. "Receive the offerings of the world," he says, his tone both soothing and ominous.

The first droplets of urine hit your tongue, a strange mixture of warmth and bitterness. You swallow instinctively, the taste coating your throat in a sickening embrace. "You are a vessel of purity and filth," the magician intones, his words reverberating in your mind. You feel a strange sense of pride and shame mingling within you, a conflicted emotion that threatens to consume you.

As the urine keeps flowing, you feel a strange sense of calm wash over you. You are no longer a person, you are a receptacle, a vessel for all that is impure and necessary. "Thank you for your offerings," you say, your voice muffled by the liquid filling your mouth. The magician smiles, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

The audience watches in stunned silence as you embrace your new identity. "I am a toilet," you declare once more, your voice echoing in the vast theater. The magician nods, a look of triumph on his face. "You have accepted your destiny," he proclaims, his words final and irrevocable.

The roll of toilet paper hanging from your fingers sways gently in the air as you continue to fulfill your role as a toilet. The magician watches with satisfaction, his control over you evident in every gesture and command. You feel a strange sense of liberation and acceptance, a newfound understanding of the power of the mind under hypnosis.

As the final drops of liquid hit your tongue, you feel a strange sense of freedom and liberation. You are no longer bound by the constraints of society, you are a toilet, a powerful and essential being. The magician's spell starts to fade, but the memory of your transformation lingers, a strange and haunting reminder of the power of the mind.

You kneel on the stage, the magician's words still ringing in your ears. Suddenly, a loud crash shatters the air, and as a stage light falls from above, hurtling towards the stage magician. Time seems to slow down as the light crashes into him, knocking him **** in a heap on the floor. The chaos erupts around you, but you remain placidly entranced, untouched by the commotion.

The audience members scream and scramble to safety, but you stand rooted to the spot, still under the spell of the magician's words. As the stage crew rushes to help the fallen magician, you feel a strange sense of detachment from the chaos unfolding around you. The stage is now a flurry of activity, but you stand motionless, a picture of serene calm amid the panic.

Paramedics arrive on the scene, their urgent voices blending into the background noise. They quickly attend to the **** magician, but you barely spare him a passing glance. Your focus remains fixed on the empty space in front of you, lost in your hypnotic state. The world whirls around you, but you stand still, untouched by the calamity that has befallen the stage.