Siya, the SSBBW queen, had been generous with her time, allowing her loyal subject to indulge in her sinful flavors. He had worshipped at the altar of her round, jiggling and extremely laxative body, drinking copious amounts of her nectar. Now, as they prepared to leave their private sanctuary, Siya decided to test the limits of his devotion.
"I'm afraid we haven't got much time left," she said, squirming in her seat as another wave of pressure washed over her bladder. She felt herself becoming warm, her urine mixing with the thick, soupy mess in her bowels.
"Take off your pants," she commanded. "There should be at least a liter left in you."
The man quickly obliged, his erect cock bobbing as he struggled to remove his trousers. As soon as they were down around his ankles, Siya grabbed him by the hair and pulled him towards her, their faces just inches apart.
"Drink," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek.
And so he did. He lowered his head and inserted his mouth into her dripping wet cunt, taking in the salty taste of her flesh and the faint sweetness of her fluids. He drank deep, feeling her walls constrict around his tongue as she began to empty herself into him.
But she was not finished yet. As she felt the last dregs of her urine trickle out of her, she let go of his hair and pushed him back, wiping a trailing bit of piss from her labia with her thumb.
"Drink my cum," she ordered, holding his gaze with hers.
Swallowing her cum was the least he could do for her after what she'd just given him. He opened his mouth and took her cum-soaked finger into his mouth, relishing the tangy taste and the warmth it spread through his chest.
"Good boy," she purred, reaching down to feel the weight of his cock through the fabric of his boxers. She grabbed hold of him and pulled him closer again, guiding his cock to her gaping mouth.
"Earn your reward," she growled, taking him deep into her throat.
He groaned as he felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him, her tongue dancing along the length of his shaft. He could feel the head of his cock brushing against the back of her throat, making him shudder with anticipation.
And then she gagged. Not on purpose, but it was enough to make his cock twitch in response. She pulled back with a sigh, licking her lips.
"Do you have any idea how much of my pee you just drank?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He shook his head, trying to catch his breath. "I don't know, queen. How much was it?"
She smiled, running her hands over her exposed abdomen. "At least five liters," she said. "And you loved every drop of it, didn't you?"
He nodded, unable to meet her gaze. "Yes, queen. I loved it."
She stood up, stepping out of the puddle of cum and piss that had collected around her. "Then clean yourself up," she said. "We have places to go and adventures to have."
And as he watched her leave the room, he couldn't help but wonder what other incredible exploits lay in store for him. He knew that no matter what she asked of him, he would do anything to please her. Because for him, she was the ultimate queen: beautiful, powerful, and unapologetically foul. And there was nowhere else he'd rather be than at her side.
Three completed different scenes where he gulped massive quantities of sometimes less brown, sometimes far more viscous, bladder juice from me, contaminated with my malodorous feces.
Scenario 1: I had been collecting these scenes for some time, where we had barely enough time before we had to leave the house. In those SPECIAL scenes, I had GIGANTIC amounts of PEE and UNIMAGINABLE loads before I told him to swallow as much as he could, making sure he finished all of the liquid, all the way to the bottom of the funnel, before he could continue with his day.
Scenario 2: He knelt at my feet while I drank endless amounts of beer, my stomach churning as it tried to process the alcohol. He stared up at me, his eyes full of lust and adoration.
"Drink my pee," I commanded.
Without hesitation, he leaned in and took a sip from the puddle between my legs. It was thick and foul, reeking of stale urine and booze. But he didn't mind. He took another sip, relishing the taste of my intoxication.
"Please, queen," he pleaded, reaching up to touch my thigh. "Let me taste more."
I smiled, feeling the warmth of his admiration wash over me. "If you want more, you'll have to work for it," I teased. "Show me how devoted you are."
He nodded eagerly, moving his hand towards my crotch. "Anything for you, queen," he murmured.
Scenario 3: He was laying next to me in bed, his face buried in my pillow as I relieved myself, my massive body shaking with each tremendous wave of urine that coursed through me. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of my piss-soaked sheets and the taste of my essence that coated his lips.
"I'm sorry, my love," I whispered, feeling another burst of urine force its way out of me. "But you know how much I need you to do this."
He nodded, understanding completely. He reached up and cupped my breast in his hand, squeezing it gently as his tongue explored the dampness between my legs.
"Yes, my queen," he murmured, taking another long drink of my piss.
As I felt him draining the last drops from me, I leaned down and kissed him passionately, our tongues tangling together in a dance of submission and dominance. And in that moment, I knew that there was no one else in the world who could ever make him feel the way I did.
