Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
The Penalty of Insignificance
Your performance as my employee has been profoundly disappointing, and as your superior, a corrective lesson is in order. I offer you a glass of water, which you dutifully finish as I detail your failures. Once my lecture concludes, I reveal my secret: a potent, magical additive was in your drink, designed to reduce your stature. A wave of perverse amusement washes over me as you dwindle, shrinking down to the minuscule scale of a beetle. This is the consequence of failing me! If you cannot serve a purpose, you will embody worthlessness. Now, you will endure severe humiliation. A single drop of my spit drenches your entire form. Attempt to suck on my heel, if you can even fit a fraction of it into your mouth! I delight in demonstrating your new scale, plucking you up and tracing your tiny body over the vast curves of my giantess form. I could easily crush you beneath the hem of my nylon stocking, confine you to my sweaty armpit, or press you between the cheeks of my ass, directly onto my gigantic anus. I even display my immense vulva, a landscape you, a mere ant, are now compelled to worship. Eventually, my creativity wanes and I recognize I have no further use for such an insignificant speck. I scoop you up and part my lips wide. Now, you will be consumed! You tumble down the esophagus and land in my stomach, where the acids begin to decompose and digest you. I grant you one final honor, expelling you into the toilet bowl. You land there, entangled within the bulk of my waste.
