Rowley the toilet

163.Rowley Jefferson was a peculiar 11-year-old boy who lived in a lavishly grand mansion with his doting parents. The Jefferson family, known for their vast wealth and hearty appetites, enjoyed a life of luxury and indulgence. However, there was something about Rowley that set him apart from other children - he had an unusual fascination with toilets.
One sunny Saturday morning, as Rowley's mother ventured into the garden to pluck succulent boogers from the booger tree (a strange family tradition), and his father occupied the bathroom doing his business, Rowley couldn't contain his curiosity. Bursting into the bathroom, he blurted out, "Dad, what are you doing?"
With a tinge of annoyance, Rowley's father replied, "I'm doing a MASSIVE poo, son." The simplicity of the answer only deepened Rowley's fascination, for there was something alluring to him about the captivating aroma of the tasks performed in the porcelain throne.
Suddenly, Rowley's father asked, "What would you like to be when you're older, Rowley?"
Without hesitation, Rowley responded, "A toilet!" His father let out a hearty laugh, midst his own toilet endeavor. Little did Rowley know, his father had a peculiar invention hidden away in the basement - the "Merger Machine."
Motivated by his son's strange declaration, Rowley's father, still halfway through his business, decided to usher his posterior upwards to make room for another fecal creation, and to fulfill his son's imaginative aspiration. Rowley eagerly stepped into the Merger Machine, and in a whir of gears and a blink of an eye, his form merged with the contraption.
To Rowley's astonishment, his face became the backrest of the toilet, positioning him perfectly to have an unusual view of people's behinds. It was an experience both fascinating and bizarre, for he had become a living, breathing toilet. 
The night passed, and the following morning, as the first rays of sunlight peaked through the bathroom window, Rowley awoke to the sound of his father entering the room, newspaper in hand, ready for his daily morning ritual. Rowley's heart skipped a beat as his father's posterior approached the seat and his familiar bumhole made its appearance.
"Ooo," Rowley cheekily exclaimed, unable to hold back his excitement. His father, unaware of the transformation, proceeded with his usual routine. After 7 minutes and 34 seconds, with a satisfying plop, his father's offering met the water.
Astonishingly, his father's bowel movements continued, with three more plops joining the growing collection in the toilet. Rowley felt an odd mix of pride and duty, fulfilling his newfound role as a receptacle for his father's waste.
However, fate took an unexpected turn when Rowley's mother entered the bathroom. Shocked to discover her beloved husband sitting on Rowley s face as the merger machine only worked for a couple of hours and he was just shitting on rowleys face so she shot mr Jefferson