Iris becomes aware of a pressure in her lower tummy, deciding to relieve herself before turning in for the night. She stands from her couch, stretching her arms out before plodding into her bathroom. As she approaches her toilet she gives it an apprehensive look, her eyes locked upon the EnE logo. She turns around, pushing her panties down around her ankles before sitting upon the toilet and beginning to do her business, letting her mind wander as she does. Nearly every appliance in her home was EnE brand. The EnE employees had come around the first week of her subscription to the Home Package and replaced everything. The whole process had only taken a couple of hours.
The Experts in Everything Corporation had come from seemingly nowhere and taken the nation by storm. They offered cheap, more functional alternatives to nearly every conceivable service, doing fast, in-house installations and with lifetime customer support. All of this was provided for a flat fee per month, varying depending on the package. Iris pays a little over a hundred dollars a month for everything, including internet, TV, even her cell phone.
Needless to say, EnE became very popular very fast. Within months they were one of the most popular service providers on the globe, their appliances and facilities in nearly every home and office in North America. Killian hadn’t been exaggerating when he described the performance of said appliances, either. EnE-brand appliances were almost supernaturally efficient. Their furnaces used very little electricity and heated a four-bedroom home flawlessly. Their fridges kept food fresh 20% longer than any other brand. Their toilets flushed full-sized people.
That thought brings Iris back to reality and she realizes she’s finished. Using some toilet paper to wipe herself she reaches back and presses on the flush, still sitting. The toilet roars to life underneath her, emptying loudly as flecks of water splash against her skin. Her mind returns to the scene she’d witnessed on the television, watching that girl swirl down the toilet with no trouble at all. It makes Iris wonder… could it be true? She leans over a little, looking down at the bowl of her toilet, fingernails tapping it lightly. The bowl doesn’t look at all bigger than any other toilet Iris has ever seen; if anything it’s entirely average. The idea of a full-sized person traveling through the tiny opening at the bottom is… ludicrous. Iris is almost curious. Was the whole thing a hoax? There’s only one way to find out for sure.
‘Should I…?’ Iris thinks, fingernails continuing to tap the porcelain beneath her.