The Birth of Flesh Toilet 1
“Let’s see. So this is Isabella, huh?”
I lifted the jelly — roughly a meter long — and held it up for a better look. It writhed like an absurdly oversized rubber dildo. I grinned and spoke to it.
“How’s it feel, being excreted out of your own body?”
The jelly gave no answer. Chuckling, I tossed it onto the sofa and walked over to Isabella’s Flesh Doll, which stood there blankly with its personality stripped away.
“So this is a Flesh Doll, is it? Just standing there like a vacant shell. What am I supposed to do with this?”
Tutorial for first-time Personality Jelly users is now beginning!
Use the skill <Trainer> to begin training both the Flesh Doll and the personality stored within the Personality Jelly!
Ohhh. So this game that never explained a damn thing finally decided to install something resembling beginner-friendly guidance. I opened the Trainer skill, and what I found inside was very, very entertaining.
<Trainer> grants you dominion over both a Flesh Doll whose personality has been fully excreted and the personality stored inside the Personality Jelly!
The skill can train the following:
1 — Flesh Doll Body Modification: Freely customize the Flesh Doll’s body however you desire!
2 — Absolute Command Authority: Gain absolute command over the personality stored within the Personality Jelly!
3 — Jelly Form Alteration: Reshape the jelly into any form you want! Compression, expansion — everything is possible!
4 — Dummy Personality Creation: While the original personality is removed, generate a Dummy Personality to operate the Flesh Doll! Unlike the original, a Dummy Personality allows free customization of character traits!
Only four functions, but those four alone were more than enough to play with Isabella — and every other girl in this academy. I burst out laughing and walked over to the Personality Jelly slumped on the sofa.
“Form alteration first. No matter how I look at it, this thing is basically a long turd. Not exactly easy on the eyes.”
Please set the desired form.
“Hmm…… what should I go with.”
I thought it over for a moment, but the deliberation didn’t last long.
“Make it a dildo. About fifteen centimeters.”
Settings confirmed. Altering now.
The jelly suddenly writhed, then contracted at high speed as its form transformed. In an instant, the Personality Jelly had become a long dildo. I picked it up, grinned, and stroked it.
“Our Isabella. You worked so hard tormenting me all this time, didn’t you? Now it’s my turn, you fucking bitch. Let’s see…… what commands should I program in so our Isabella can still have fun even after her personality comes back?”
Several precautions apply when inputting commands into a personality!
Commands of a type the personality cannot execute cannot be input! Impossible orders such as “lift a mountain” or “turn back time” will be cancelled!
Commands that alter the personality’s inherent traits cannot be executed! Elements such as disposition, memories, preferences, and affinity toward specific individuals cannot be changed via command!
All commands other than the two restrictions above may be freely input!
Ohh. So there were precautions like that? Fine. I never planned to just dump in random garbage anyway. I mulled over the rules carefully, then input a few commands.
“First. Attacking your Master is forbidden. Magic, physical force — any form of attack is banned.”
“Second. Lying to me is forbidden. You can never tell a lie.”
“Third. If you break either of those two commands, the punishment is an overwhelming need to shit yourself. You won’t be able to hold it in — everything in your guts will come pouring out of your asshole.”
“And fourth. Self-harm and suicide are absolutely forbidden. With the pride these bitches at this girls’ academy have, some of them might just try to kill themselves.”
After inputting the four commands, I gave the dildo a couple of pats and tossed it casually onto the sofa. All right. Personality Jelly reshaped, commands locked in — next up was Flesh Doll modification and Dummy Personality injection.
“Hmm. Looking at her again, she really is gorgeous, isn’t she?”
Isabella Rumion. Every girl at this school was like that, but her looks were something else — probably because the illustrators had gone all out. The game The Male Student of the Villainess Academy had originally blown up on the strength of its art and voice acting. Even someone like me, who didn’t play games, had heard of it.
“How should I modify this thing……”
I stared at Isabella’s Flesh Doll as it gazed blankly into empty air. Just looking at it was enough to make a cock furious — a masterpiece of a Flesh Doll. Of course it was. They’d gathered the absolute best in the industry and drawn the most fuckable female character possible.
Huge tits, a massive ass, and a waist cinched to an absurd degree. Pale white skin, radiant blonde hair, and big, pretty blue eyes.
Her appearance left nothing to touch up. Except for one thing.
“Let’s make her a total premature-ejaculation type. Turn her into someone who feels everything insanely intensely. Make the nerves in her erogenous zones hypersensitive.”
Settings confirmed. Modification complete.
The expressionless Flesh Doll’s face flushed faintly, and her body gave a little twitch. Holy shit…… this was a genuinely cock-throbbing Flesh Doll. If onaholes like this hit the market, I’d bet five thousand won that South Korea’s marriage rate would crash straight to zero.
“Perfect. Nothing left to tweak. Seriously.”
Excellent. With this, I was going to have a fantastic time.
“God, this is hot. So the only thing left is the Dummy Personality?”
Inject a Dummy Personality into the Flesh Doll?
“Yeah. Inject a Dummy Personality.”
Please set the personality traits for the Dummy Personality to be injected.
Personality settings, huh.
Right — Dummy Personalities were fully customizable. What style should I go for? I paced back and forth in front of Isabella’s vacant Flesh Doll, then suddenly stopped. That blank, mechanical, cold, rigid expression. Hot. Let’s try that style.
“A cold, emotionless secretary type — not a shred of feeling. And of course, maximum obedience toward me. Enough that she’d die if I told her to.”
Settings confirmed!
Emotion value set to 0. Rationality raised to maximum. Obedience set to maximum!
Dummy Personality configuration complete! Would you like to name the Dummy Personality?
I started to think of something cool, then burst out laughing.
Come to think of it — I’d been nothing but trash to her, hadn’t I?
No need to give this fucking bitch a fancy name.
“Flesh Toilet 1.”
Name set.
Injecting Dummy Personality <Flesh Toilet 1> into the Flesh Doll!
The unfocused, vacant eyes of the Flesh Doll sharpened back into clarity. Then she looked at me with a clear, piercing gaze. Even Siberian cold wouldn’t have been this frigid.
“Flesh Toilet 1. Activating.”
“Fucking perfect. Hey — I’ll just call you Number One for short. How do you feel?”
“Abdominal pain is still present.”
Ah. She must have meant the gut punch I’d given her earlier to force the Personality Jelly out. I snickered as I looked at Isabella’s haughty, ice-cold expression. Yeah. I take back every time I called this a shit game. This is a god-tier game. The thought hit me all at once. This was way too much fun.
I laughed for a good long while, then suddenly had a brilliant idea.
You fucking bitch.
You force-fed me that disgusting shit and cackled about it, didn’t you?
Time for payback.
“Hey. Number One. Pick up that dildo on the sofa and shove it up your asshole.”
“Yes, Master.”
Number One walked over slowly, took the dildo from the sofa, and pressed it against her rear. Without the slightest hesitation, she put her full weight behind it and drove it in with a wet thud. Her abdomen bulged upward and writhed visibly.
Doesn’t that hurt? I wondered — but Number One’s face remained completely blank.
“Insertion complete.”
“Damn, that’s intense. Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Pain is registering. Had this been the original personality, tears would likely have been shed.”
Truly machine-like. Insanely hot.
With the Personality Jelly inserted, the original personality can now be recalled!
Personality switching may be performed freely at any time!
Each personality shares sensation and memory even while swapped!
Switch personalities?
Obviously. That’s the only way I get to torment her.
“Yeah. Switch.”
Switching personality from Flesh Toilet 1 to Isabella Rumion!
Isabella’s rigid, icy expression twisted into something terrifying. If demons existed, that was the face they’d wear.
“You piece of trash — you fucking bastard!…………ughh?”
She’d raised her hand, clearly intending to fire magic at me. But the spell never formed.
An injected command has been triggered!
“Don’t remember the commands I programmed in? You can’t attack me.”
“Uggghh…………kyaaaahh!!”
“And I told you — using magic on me makes you need to shit yourself. Why can’t you remember a simple command, you idiot?”
Clutching her stomach against what must have been crushing abdominal pain, she writhed — then, with a wet splurt, expelled the Personality Dildo from her anus. The instant it left her body, her volcanic expression froze over into something chillingly cold.
Due to expulsion of the original personality, the Flesh Doll’s personality has switched to Dummy Personality <Flesh Toilet 1>.
“Hey. Number One. Shove that dildo back up your ass.”
“Yes, Master.”
The personality was reinserted. The moment I switched her back to Isabella, she collapsed where she stood and clutched her head.
“No — this can’t be…………I…………uuuugh!”
She vomited. After spraying the floor with a full load of puke, she looked up at me, trembling. I smirked down at her.
“How’s it feel, leaving your body and coming back?”
“You fucking piece-of-shit trash…………it was the worst. A nightmare-level horror of an experience. Ngh?”
That was the command I’d programmed. She couldn’t lie to me. The words pouring unbidden from her own mouth left Isabella stunned.
“I see. Worst feeling of your life, huh? Then obey the commands I injected. Otherwise, you’ll keep experiencing your personality getting ripped out of your body.”
“Aaaah…………aaaaaah!!!!!”
She screamed through her tears. For her pride, it must have been an unbearable humiliation. But me? I felt great. And that was all that mattered. There was zero reason to feel any sympathy for these fucking bitches.
“You can’t kill yourself either, so we’ll be seeing each other for a long, long time, Isabella. You Flesh Toilet bitch. All right! Shall we begin today’s first service? As a Flesh Toilet, you ought to service your Master’s cock, right?”
“You fucking bastard. You think I’ll do that?”
“You’ll have no choice. I could force a command on you, but I’ve got a much better idea. Hey, status window. Even if the personality switches, the sensations themselves are still shared, right?”
Because both personalities share the same body, both experience identical sensations regardless of which is active.
“Good. Good. Perfect. Switch personality to Flesh Toilet 1.”
Switching personality.
“You fucking piece of trash!………”
Her eyes went hazy and vacant, then settled back into that cold expression.
I smirked at the sight and dropped my pants.
“Hey, Number One.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Come here and lick my asshole. Push your tongue into the hole and stimulate my prostate. Use your hands to rub my balls and cock while you service me.”
I wore a wicked smile.
“If you’re a toilet, you ought to act like one. Right?”