A bespoke fantasy awaits. Begin on your knees at my bedside, a devoted slave awaiting my awakening. I stir, my body clad in snug white fullback panties, and my gaze finds you. I announce it's time for breakfast, but I have a unique appetite. I confess my desire to consume you, explaining my ritual: I shrink my slaves, swallow them whole, and finally expel them as waste into the toilet. Your pleas are meaningless; this is your purpose.
I present my rear to your face, demanding you kiss it through the cotton. From your perspective, my pantied curves dominate the view before I release a potent fart directly upon you. As you beg, my power takes hold, and you begin to diminish, shrinking until you are a tiny morsel on the floor. I look down, proclaiming you the perfect meal. I display my ass—"This is the chute you'll be discharged from tomorrow."
I lift your tiny form, tracing the path you will take: past my lips, into my stomach, and finally, out through my bowels. Your cries are a prelude to my digestion. But first, a demonstration. A sudden urge signals it's time to void yesterday's meal. I carry you to the bathroom, set you down, and pull my panties aside to sit on the toilet. I hold you close as I push, and a thick, steaming log of shit—the remains of another slave—splatters into the water below. I explain this is your future.
After wiping, I stand and dangle you over the bowl, forcing you to gaze upon the foul, brown evidence of my digestion. I tell you your body will be broken down into nothing but waste, then I flush it all away. With the toilet behind me, I lift you to my lips. I swallow you in one gulp. The scene shifts to a final view of the bathroom as I finish and depart, my belly full and my destiny fulfilled.
