My corpulent devotee is not yet prepared to ascend to the role of full human lavatory. He is an uninitiated novice, and I am the first woman to bestow this honor upon him. Of course, he must first be degraded to a mere worm, one who will fawn over my footwear and inhale the aroma of my perspiring soles. I shall spit into his eager mouth and straddle him like a steed, a rotund and yielding mount fit for a queen.
Indeed, his ample dimensions make him an ideal candidate for a future career in waste consumption, once I have completed his rigorous training regimen. For now, he must dutifully clean my soiled feet and endure the bouquet of my morning’s abstention from personal hygiene. He must then eagerly lick and purify my unsoiled posterior, a task I deliberately neglected to address this morning.
A full 30 minutes of degradation and humiliation await this eager recruit, as I thoroughly relish the sensual delights of his unwavering devotion.