One early morning, after a decadent evening of Japanese cuisine and champagne, Miss Dula woke up with an insatiable hunger in her belly. She suspected that the food she had consumed was starting to take effect on her system already. Rather than struggle with the thought of going without her usual relief, she decided to roust her human toilet from his sleep.
The man, who had been resting comfortably in a small cage next to her bed, was roused from his slumber with a quick shake. Still groggy, he looked up at her, his eyes barely open. He knew what was coming next and tried to brace himself for the ordeal.
Miss Dula reached into the cage and unzipped his pants, releasing a sudden rush of foul air from his bowels. She leaned over him, taking a deep breath of the stench, and smiled. "I think you're going to make a lovely meal, sweetheart," she murmured as she pulled him out of the cage and lowered his face to her dripping wet lips.
As she had anticipated, he struggled somewhat, attempting to resist the powerful grip she had on him. But he was no match for her strength, and soon enough, she had forced the first delicate morsel of caviar past his lips.
The man felt his mouth fill with the salty, briny taste of the roe, and before he could fully process it, another piece followed. He tried to swallow, but the caviar stuck in his throat, refusing to go down. Miss Dula gazed at him, savoring the sight of his struggle, before finally relenting and allowing him a moment to choke it down.
Her hand curled around his neck, holding him close as she continued to force-feed him. She could feel the caviar slipping down his throat, and she knew it was only a matter of time before it reached her toilet's stomach. As she watched, the man's face turned red, and his eyes began to water, but still, he didn't resist.
Minutes later, the last of the caviar had been ingested, and Miss Dula released her grip on his neck. She stepped back, watching as he gasped for air and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Not too shabby," she said with a smile, her words dripping with satisfaction. "You'll do nicely."
With that, she walked away, leaving her toilet to recover as she considered what delicacies she could stuff down his gullet next.
