Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a powerful and demanding Queen named Tasty. She was renowned for her luscious figure, enticing curves, and fiery personality. The Queen had a special craving; she desired to have a tiny man as her personal pet. After an exhaustive search, she finally found her ideal candidate – a diminutive creature named Incl.
Incl was tiny, standing at only a few inches tall, with features that could only be described as adorable. His large eyes sparkled with curiosity and fear upon meeting his new mistress. Tasty took him back to her luxurious castle, placed him in a glass coffin, and brought him out only for her amusement. She would dress him up like a king, a jester, or even a ballerina; Incl would do whatever she commanded him to do.
One day, as Tasty was browsing through her wardrobe for ideas on what to dress Incl next, she stumbled upon an ornate golden throne. It was exquisite, adorned with precious gems and ornate carvings of cherubs. The Queen decided that this was too beautiful to be ignored and hoisted herself onto the seat. She sighed contently, feeling the weight of her voluptuous body sink into the plush cushions.
"Incl," she called out to her tiny plaything, "Bring me my golden crown." Incl scurried off to retrieve the crown from its display case, eager to please his Queen. However, when he returned with it, Tasty's eyes widened in shock. "Did you clean it?" She asked sternly.
Incl hung his head low, ashamed of himself. He replied in a quivering voice, "I'm sorry, my Queen. I didn't know that was necessary." Tasty's anger boiled over at his disobedience. She stood up from the throne, towering over him like a goddess, and roared in fury.
"You disobeyed my order, and now you will pay the price!" Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she grabbed a chamber pot from the dresser and slammed it down on the floor before him. "From now on, your purpose will be to serve as my personal toilet," she announced coldly.
Incl trembled with fear but could do nothing but nod his head in submission. Tasty sat back down on the throne and motioned for Incl to approach her. With trembling hands, he did as he was told and knelt before his Queen. She glared down at him insistently before taking a deep breath and sighing contentedly. A moment later, there was a loud noise as a massive turd slid out of her rear end, landing right before Incl's face.
"Begin," she commanded him coldly. Incl hesitated for just a moment before opening his mouth wide and lowering it onto the giant turd. As soon as it touched his tongue, he recoiled in horror and disgust – but he couldn't move away from the immovable Queen Tasty's impossibly large foot that held him captive. She watched him squirm in disgust as he was forced to taste his first bite of shit.
Slowly but surely, Incl got used to the taste of shit, or at least endured it as best he could. As days turned into weeks, his new task became more routine, albeit no less disgusting. He would eagerly await his mistress' movements so he could clean up her waste and be rewarded with a bite of food or some small comfort. His tiny body ached from holding the positions required for her pleasure, but he knew there would be consequences if he ever disobeyed again.
One day, Tasty grew bored with merely watching her pet eat her waste and decided to take things further. She picked up Incl and placed him directly onto the golden throne she had been sitting on earlier. As he struggled to maintain his grip on the cold metal, he realized that she meant for him to sit in it – next to her feces-covered crown. Horrified but powerless to resist, he complied.
As he sat there, surrounded by the stench of his Queen's waste, Tasty couldn't resist having another taste of her own creation. She bent over and extended her hand, dangling a morsel of shit before Incl's face. With tear-filled eyes, he opened his mouth and took the offering, chewing obediently before swallowing it down. She watched him with a mix of satisfaction and revulsion before leaning in toward him.
"You're such a good pet," she purred softly, tongue darting out to lick at a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. Incl shuddered at the sensation but didn't pull away from her touch. Instead, he closed his eyes and braced himself for what was to come. Tasty stood up straight, towering over him once again, and grinned wickedly.
"Tomorrow," she said cryptically, "we'll take things to the next level." Incl didn't dare ask what that meant; instead, he focused on holding his position on the throne until she released him later that night. As he lay in his glass coffin, staring at the ceiling, he wondered what new depravity she had planned for him. Little did he know that soon, he would find out.
