Scene 1: The Prince's Intimate Introduction
The sun was just beginning to rise over the castle, casting a warm glow over the royal grounds as Prince Ryan awoke with a start. His heart was racing, and he felt a strange, uncomfortable pressure building in his stomach. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he sat up in bed, trying to remember the events of the previous evening.
A strange and bewitching figure came to him in a flash. A goddess, almost; she spoke of needing someone to eat her food, someone able to handle the enormity of her appetite. Her belly was as big as a debutante's, swollen with meals yet to be excreted. The promise of such an intimate duty was too much for him to resist. He found himself agreeing to her terms without asking any questions.
Now, here he was, in the chambers designated for this particular service, staring at a mountainous pile of what he could only assume was his new mistress's feces. It looked so foreign, yet oddly enticing. He knelt before it, his heart thudding in his ears as he read the note she'd left for him. Drink water, she said. Don't be scared. Just give me your best effort.
With trembling hands, he picked up the glass of water on a nearby table and took a sip. It did little to quell the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. Feeling bold, he scooped up a small portion of the feces with his hands and brought it to his lips. Closing his eyes, he took a bite.
The taste was...not unpleasant, he realized with surprise. In fact, it had a rich, almost savory flavor. He swallowed it down, feeling the thick mass sliding slowly past his throat. Encouraged by this, he returned to the pile, determined to show his new mistress that he was up to the task she'd assigned him.
Scene 2: The Prince Proves His Worth
Prince Ryan knew it would be a challenge to eat a second pile of feces after only an hour, but he was determined to live up to his new mistress's expectations. He found himself standing in front of the mountainous mess again, wondering how he would ever be able to consume it all.
But as he watched, a strange thing happened. The more he looked at it, the hungrier he became. His mouth watered at the thought of forcing down this gigantic load of excrement. With shaking hands, he picked up a large clump of the material and brought it to his lips. Again, he was surprised by the faintly sweet taste.
It tasted so good...and yet, the thought of what he was doing made him feel sick to his stomach. He tried to pace himself, but the pile seemed to grow before his eyes. Sweat beaded on his brow as he pushed himself harder and harder. Finally, with a grunt of effort, he forced the last bite down his throat.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he stood up straight, pride warring with nausea. He looked around, wondering if she would be pleased with his performance. A servant knocked on the door, waiting for his response. "Yes?" he croaked, clearing his throat.
The servant bowed low. "Her Highness, Queen Siya, commands your presence." Swallowing hard, Prince Ryan nodded. He couldn't help but wonder what was waiting for him on the other side of the door. Would she be impressed with his devotion, or would she find him lacking in some way? Only time would tell.
