In the SSBBW Queen Siya's realm, plagued by famine due to poor harvests, peasants scrambled to survive. One such peasant was a young man who was failing to meet his weekly quota for food production. His desperation mounted as he struggled to feed himself, let alone contribute to the community.
We find him kneeling before the Queen's throne, head bowed in shame and submission. The giantess goddess sat upon her platform, her immense girth overflowing the ornate chair. Her ample rolls of adipose tissue jiggled with every move, and her eyes surveyed the subjects' response to her majesty.
"You have failed me again, peasant," she boomed in a deep, commanding voice. "The bounty from your lands is inadequate, and your people are hungry. Explain to your Queen why you cannot meet my expectations."
The young man stammered, trying to find the words to plead his case. His eyes were drawn to the bulging mass of fat between the Queen's meaty thighs. A geyser of feces erupted from her anus, filling the chamber with the pungent stench of waste. The peasant swallowed hard, his throat suddenly very dry.
"I cannot feed your people alone, Your Highness," he said at last. "The land is barren, and the seeds we plant do not yield enough harvest."
The Queen's expression turned from anger to pity. She leaned forward, her breasts threatening to spill out of her robe. "I understand your plight, peasant," she murmured in a softer tone. "And as your Queen, I must find a way to sustain my subjects. You have failed me, and now you must pay the price."
The peasant quaked in fear, his heart racing in his chest. He watched as the Queen reached down and grabbed a handful of feces, forming it into a rudimentary ball. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a predatory gleam. "Swallow this," she commanded, her voice now stern once again.
The peasant hesitated, staring at the feces-covered orb in disbelief. He felt the pressure of the Queen's gaze upon him and knew that disobedience would not be tolerated. With trembling hands, he parted his lips and opened his mouth. The Queen's fingers pushed gently against his tongue, forcing him to take the feces into his mouth.
As he swallowed, the taste of excrement overwhelmed his senses. He could feel the warm, putrid mass sliding down his throat, filling his stomach. The Queen smiled coldly, watching his discomfort. "Now," she said, "you are truly mine."
With a wave of her hand, the peasant was dismissed from the royal chambers. He stumbled out onto the courtyard, his legs unsteady from the shock of what had just transpired. The other peasants watched him with a mix of fear and awe. They knew that he had failed the Queen and that he had paid the ultimate price.
As the young man walked away, his mind was filled with thoughts of revenge and despair. He had swallowed the Queen's load, body and soul, and there was no going back now. He was hers, completely and utterly. The only thing that mattered now was to survive another day, to keep trying to please his Queen and please their people. For in her world, the only law was that of the powerful and the weak, and he was now at the mercy of both.
