The Goddess Narcissra sat comfortably on her throne, contemplating the dilemma before her: her human toilet slave desperately craved a burger, but she was adamant about maintaining his healthy, natural diet. As she gazed down at him, a wicked grin spread across her plump red lips. She had an idea.
She stood up, towering over the cowering slave, her latex-clad body glistening in the dim light of her chambers. Approaching him with a confident stride, she reached down and unzipped her tight suit. To his horror, he saw that her suit was covering something large and wet, quaking with anticipation.
Slowly, deliberately, the Goddess began to lower her massive, steaming load of shit towards the slave's trembling lips. He tried to resist, but he couldn't escape the hypnotic grip she had on him. His mind was blank, his willpower reduced to nothing but obedience.
As the warm, putrid mass inched closer to his mouth, he started to tremble uncontrollably. The stench, the filth – it was all too much for him. But then he felt something warm and soft pressing against his lips. At first, he resisted, but the gentle pressure soon became insistent. Before he knew it, he had opened his mouth and allowed the first bite of his "Scat Burger" to enter his mouth.
The taste was beyond repulsive, a combination of excrement, ammonia and Goddess knows what else. But he kept chewing, swallowing, unable to resist the powerful command of his mistress. She watched him carefully, a mix of satisfaction and cruel amusement playing across her features.
As he struggled to cope with the overwhelming taste and texture of the burger, she noticed something interesting. His cock was hard, throbbing beneath the latex constraints that held it in place. "Oh, dear," she purred. "It seems our little experiment has aroused you. How interesting."
Her eyes glinted with malice as she reached down and fondled his cock through the suit, teasing it mercilessly. "Let's see how long you last with your little meal," she hissed, before dropping another dollop of shit into his mouth.
His eyes rolled back in his head as he tried to choke down the second mouthful. But he could feel the walls of his abdomen being pushed and pulled, forcing the filth further and further into his stomach. He groaned, half in misery, half in disgust, as his mistress watched with glee.
What felt like hours passed as he forced himself to consume one horrifying morsel after another. His stomach churned, his mind reeled, but he could not disobey. And then, finally, he felt it. A warm, familiar sensation spreading through his lower abdomen, growing stronger by the second.
Before he knew it, he was crying out in ecstasy, his entire body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Awa,s, the Goddess stepped back, surveying her work with satisfaction. Her human toilet slave lay in a heap on the floor, panting, spent. But he would learn. Oh yes, he would learn.
