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My feet are aching, and I need the perfect little slave to make it better. But so far? Disappointment after disappointment. You tinies are so eager to please… until you realize how serious I am. You mess up? You hesitate? You disappoint me? You go down the hatch. One by one, I give you a chance—kneel at my soles, worship them, rub away the tension. And one by one, you fail. And when you fail, I don’t get mad… I just get hungry.” “Can you hear them? The ones already trapped in my belly? It’s louder now, isn’t it? That constant groaning stretch… growing with each new snack. You see, the more I eat, the more I crave. My belly just keeps making room. Every failed servant feeds me—swallowed whole, helpless, melting slowly inside me while I stretch and swell with power.” “So… are you going to be the one who finally satisfies me? Or are you just another bite waiting to happen?