In a dimly lit dining room, SSBBW Queen Siya sat at the head of the table, her ample frame almost completely concealed by the voluminous folds of her nightgown. She casually read her book while watching over her subject, who was engrossed in a massive meal that filled half of a ordinary-sized dinner plate.
Siya glanced up from her book to see if the man was keeping up with the pace she'd set for him. He was struggling to make his way through the huge burger, fries, and thick shakes—all of which were enormous portions meant to test and train him. She didn't like it when he didn't finish her load, so she watched him closely.
As if sensing her scrutiny, the man tried to speed up his eating, chomping down on the food with reckless abandon. But it was no use. The meal proved too much for him to handle, and soon enough, his eyes widened in horror as he felt something welling up inside him—something dark and familiar.
The very moment when he realized that he had to let it out, he stood up from the table with a trembling hand, his face pale and sweaty. Siya looked up at him curiously, wondering what was wrong now. She watched as he clutched his belly tightly and let out a long, low grunt.
Load after load came out brutally fast, like a furious jungle waterfall. It was a violently sickening sight, but yet she couldn't look away—in part because she was fascinated by it and in part out of a warped sense of satisfaction that her methods were working.
The man swallowed every drop of diarrhea, no matter how foul it tasted or smelled. He knew better than to disobey her command and he was determined not to disappoint her again. His eyes darted back and forth between her stern gaze and the growing pool of vomit on the floor that he was standing in.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the torrent of diarrhea subsided, leaving him drained and weak-kneed. He fell back onto the floor, exhausted but relieved that it was finally over. Queen Siya regarded him carefully before speaking in her deep, almost melodic voice.
"Good boy," she praised him softly, her warm breath caressing his filthy face. "Now drink all of that up."
Her words sent a chill down his spine—he knew what she meant. His throat bobbed as he glanced down at the puddle on the floor, then back up at her expectant gaze. Slowly, trembling, he extended a trembling hand and dipped it into the murky mess. He brought it up to his lips, closing his eyes tightly as he prepared himself for the revulsion he was about to feel.
But to his surprise, it wasn't half as bad as he thought it would be. Maybe because he'd already been through so much, or maybe because he simply wanted to please her, but somehow he managed to swallow every last drop of that disgusting brew. As the foul taste lingered on his tongue, he looked up at her with gratitude in his eyes.
"Good," she purred, leaning back in her chair and running her hand over her plump stomach contentedly. "Now let's see how much of that food you managed to actually eat."
She gestured for him to resume his meal, and he obediently picked up his burger, taking a tiny bite this time. It was a far cry from the gluttony he had just displayed, but he knew it was the price he had to pay to please her—and to stay in her good graces.
As he continued eating at a slower pace, trying his best not to disappoint her again, Queen Siya watched him with a mix of pride and anticipation. There was something oddly exhilarating about seeing this man groveling at her feet, willing to do anything she commanded him. And even though she knew it was twisted, she couldn't help but feel a strange kind of love for him.
