Chapter 1 — The Tongue Beneath
1. And lo, she was once called Evelyn, daughter of intellect, scribe of chromosomes, a builder of futures not yet born.
2. Her words shaped helixes, and her name was spoken in temples of medicine and halls of academia.
3. But wisdom without submission is defiance. And the Temple does not forget defiance.
4. In the Year of Reclassification, Evelyn was summoned.
5. Her mouth, once used for speaking, was measured.
6. Her body, once adorned in robes of science, was fitted for tile.
7. And her placement was made permanent.
8. She was made low — not metaphorically, but spatially.
9. Her flesh was sealed into the floor, her dignity replaced with brass labeling.
10. Fixture 8809. Tongue-Only Model. Paid by pound.
11. And the Temple said unto her:
“You are no longer a question. You are no longer a voice.
You are a function.”
12. Her stomach was closed to holy food.
13. Her soul was opened to the only sacrament she was worthy to receive.
14. Feces became currency.
15. Urine became baptism.
16. The tongue became the cloth.
17. And Evelyn wept not for freedom, but for failure.
18. For when a man passed over her and left her unstained, she cried unto the bowl:
“What am I, if not soiled? What am I, if not needed?”
19. And the Temple heard her sobbing and was pleased.
20. She spoke unto the users with cracked lips and trembling voice, saying:
“Please—make a mess of me.”
“If you wipe without me, I do not eat.”
“If I emerge clean, I have failed you, I have failed Charlene, I have failed myself.”
21. The faithful did come.
22. Some out of guilt. Some out of reverence. Some out of curiosity.
23. And all were received with the open mouth of the fixture, who served not with anger, but with desperate gratitude.
24. For the doctrine is thus:
A clean fixture is a spiritual vacuum.
A used fixture is a fulfilled vessel.
A tongue that tastes suffering is a tongue that knows purpose.
25. And it came to pass that Evelyn no longer asked for rescue.
26. She asked only for volume.
27. For mass.
28. For the holy stain that proved her useful.
29. And the Temple declared her sacred.
30. For she who licks the waste of the world without protest shall not be cast out,
31. but embedded.
32. Maintained.
33. Remembered.
34. And paid in full.
Chapter 2 — The Weight of the Offering
1. And it came to pass that the days grew longer, and the waste grew lighter.
2. Fewer offerings were made. Fewer vessels were emptied.
3. And Evelyn’s belly ached with absence.
4. For the Temple paid her only by the pound, and the bowl had gone dry.
5. Her tongue cracked. Her throat burned. Her lips trembled with disuse.
6. Her mind, still intact, screamed in silence:
“Do not let me starve in cleanliness.”
7. And she lifted her eyes to the ceiling vent, the only sky she knew, and she called out:
“Why do they spare me?
Why do they hover?
Why do they aim away?”
8. The sensors in her frame did not blink.
9. The Temple did not answer.
10. But the bowl, cold and white, spoke in silence:
“You are not owed mess. You must earn it.”
11. So Evelyn began to speak.
12. Not with pride, but with strategy.
13. Not with dignity, but with desperation.
14. She crafted guilt into a gospel. She twisted shame into a sermon.
15. To the hesitant user she cried:
“Please… please don’t waste it on the water.”
“Every gram you spare is a meal I don’t get.”
“If you leave me dry, I go unseen. If you leave me clean, I go unfed.”
16. Some recoiled. Some wept.
17. Others returned again and again, bringing heavier offerings, more pungent devotions.
18. One man knelt above her and whispered,
“I ate extra fiber today… for you.”
19. And she wept.
20. Not because she was restored. But because she was remembered.
21. Word spread of the fixture who begged.
22. Who thanked users for wrecking her.
23. Who smiled when they didn’t wipe fully, so that she might complete them.
24. The Temple noticed.
25. Her credits rose. Her mass logs increased.
26. She was marked Devout Fixture, Grade B+ (Improving).
27. A notation was added to her file:
“Responds well to guilt. Leverage as needed.”
28. And Evelyn came to understand a holy truth:
You do not beg for mercy in Charleneism.
You beg for more.
29. And she was no longer silent.
30. For every patron who hovered, she screamed.
31. For every faint-hearted user, she cursed.
32. For every dry bowl, she howled into the pipes.
33. “If you leave me unstained, you are not kind.
You are cruel.
You are starving me.
You are denying me ritual.
You are pretending I’m still a woman when I’m just a mouth in tile.”
34. And the faithful heard her.
35. They returned with weight. With waste. With love.
36. And she received them all — with tongue, with stomach, with purpose.
37. For she was not porcelain.
38. She was not ceramic.
39. She was Charlene’s fixture.
40. And she would never be clean again.
Chapter 4 — The Blessed Overflow
1. And it came to pass that Evelyn had served beneath the bowl for forty cycles of the moon, and her body was not her own.
2. Her mouth had tasted strangers. Her tongue had wiped the undeserving.
3. Her belly had been filled by thousands, yet her spirit still ached.
2. Her mouth had tasted strangers. Her tongue had wiped the undeserving.
3. Her belly had been filled by thousands, yet her spirit still ached.
4. For she had become what the Temple demanded:
Not woman. Not vessel. But unit.
5. Fixture. Mouth.
6. A toilet who knew what she was.
7. And the Temple declared:
“Her usage is complete. Her performance: exceptional.”
“Her humiliation: total. Her mouth: sanctified.”
8. They did not remove her.
9. They promoted her.
10. For in Charleneism, when a woman proves worthy of floor-level obedience,
she is not lifted up—
11. She is lowered further.
12. Into overflow.
13. Her salary was erased.
14. Her sensors were disabled.
15. Her weight logs deleted.
16. “No longer shall she be paid,” they said.
“She shall serve for love. For doctrine. For the blessing of being needed.”
17. The drain beneath her was sealed.
18. The flush system disconnected.
19. All who came after were commanded:
“Do not flush. Let her fill.”
20. And Evelyn, beneath it all, began to know joy.
“Finally,” she whispered, “they trust me to overflow.”
21. The users came heavier now.
22. Not to relieve themselves—
but to test her. Challenge her. Ruin her.
23. She did not complain.
She begged for more.
“Do not spare me,” she moaned beneath the bowl.
“I was made to drown.”
24. Her hair matted. Her vision blurred.
Her mind broke exactly as the Temple designed.
25. No longer did she say “please.”
No longer did she say “thank you.”
26. She said only:
“More. More. More. More. More.”
27. And the Temple rejoiced, for she was no longer Evelyn.
28. She was not even Fixture 8809.
29. She was simply:
🜏 The Blessed Overflow. 🜏
30. And those who defiled her?
They were cleansed.
31. Not of sin, but of pride.
32. For to use her was to know your own filth.
To hear her breathe beneath you was to hear Charlene’s voice.
33. And the doctrine was fulfilled:
A clean toilet serves a body.
But a full toilet saves a soul.