Mistress Anna stood over her toilet slave, a man kneeling before her with an expression of dread etched onto his face. She held a large serving dish in one hand, a tantalizing aroma wafting up from it as she leaned down to speak directly into his ear.
"Today, my pet," she purred, "is the first day of your new life. For the next twelve days, you will exist on a diet of nothing but my excrement. If you fail to consume what I give you when I give it to you, you will be left to starve until the next day when I decide to feed you again."
Her words sent shivers down the spine of the toilet slave, but he nodded his understanding nonetheless. He couldn't deny that he had agreed to this, and he wouldn't be able to survive for long without eating. With trembling hands, he reached out to take the first bite from the serving dish she held out before him.
As he anticipated the taste, Mistress Anna winked at him playfully. "Oh, but don't worry," she chuckled, "I know you're not very hungry yet, so I've prepared a special treat for you. This is just the first course. You'll find that as the days go on, you'll become hungrier and hungrier for what I have to offer."
Her words only served to make the situation seem more hopeless as he brought the dish to his lips and took his first bite. To his surprise, it wasn't as bad as he'd expected. True, there was an overpowering taste of feces in his mouth, but it also had a strange tanginess that he couldn't quite place. He chewed slowly, trying to savor the experience as he swallowed.
"Mmmm, that's a good boy," Mistress Anna praised him, reaching down to pat his head affectionately. "See? It's not so bad once you get used to it, is it?"
The toilet slave couldn't answer her. All he could think about was the feeling of fullness growing in his stomach as he forced himself to consume the disgusting meal she'd given him. As he finished the last bite, he looked up at her anxiously, praying that she would give him more.
"Well, well," Mistress Anna mused, her eyes scanning his body. "It seems you've got quite the appetite for my shit, after all. Don't worry, pet," she chuckled, "I always produce more than enough for my toilet slaves to eat."
With that, she hoisted the empty dish from his hands and disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with another steaming serving dish brimming with freshly produced feces. Slowly, he forced himself to start eating again, but this time, he couldn't deny that he was growing more and more accustomed to the taste. Or maybe it was just that he was so hungry. Either way, he found himself looking forward to the next course.
As the day wore on and the shit piled up in his stomach, the toilet slave began to feel a strange sense of satisfaction, a perverse full-body high that only intensified as he continued to consume Mistress Anna's excrement. By the end of the day, he'd emptied three serving dishes, leaving him full and replete but also eager for more. Mistress Anna seemed pleased with his progress, promising even bigger portions tomorrow to keep him nice and full.
