World Goddess Rahnee stood at her vanity table, her magnificent figure adorned in nothing but a silky robe. The room around her was dimly lit, candles flickering softly on every surface. She took a deep breath before picking up a small plastic container from the table beside her. In it lay her divine feces, meticulously prepared for the eager worship of her slaves.
With a regal air, she carried the container to the toilet and carefully positioned it beneath her perfect ass. With a sigh of satisfaction, she released the contents of her bowels into the container. The warm, sticky substance splashed against the side, filling the small space almost to the brim. She paused for a moment to admire her handiwork before standing up again.
Next, she retrieved a small bowl from a hidden drawer in her vanity and slowly poured a stream of cool water over her turd, watching as it began to steam gently. With a wicked smile, she used a hand to mix the feces into the water, creating a viscous slurry. Once satisfied with its consistency, she reached back in and scooped up a handful, bringing it to her nose.
She inhaled deeply, savoring the unique aroma that only her divine shit could produce. It was a heady blend of sweetness and muskiness that sent shivers down her spine. She let out a low moan, her hand trembling with excitement as she imagined her worshipers doing the same thing to her feces.
With slow, deliberate movements, she transferred the tarry mixture from the bowl back into the container, taking care to cover her masterpiece completely. Satisfied with her work, she placed the container in the freezer and set the timer. It would be ready for shipment soon enough.
Returning to her vanity table, World Goddess Rahnee reached for a bottle of perfume, uncorking it with a soft click. She dabbed a few drops onto her wrists and neck, inhaling deeply again as the scent of jasmine and roses mixed with her own natural musk.
"Soon," she murmured to herself, her eyes closed in bliss. "Soon they will kneel before me, their worship focused solely on my divine shit. They will kiss it, lick it, and do whatever else I demand. And when they are at their most vulnerable, I will make them eat it. Their humiliation will be exquisite."
A dark, wicked smile spread across her face as she imagined the scenario playing out. She watched the candles flicker, casting dancing shadows across her body. She was ready. All that remained was for her slaves to arrive, prostrate themselves before her, and beg for the privilege of worshipping her shit.
