Siya, the SSBBW Queen, reigned over her throne room, her magnificent bulk spilling over the edges of her seat. She looked down at her pathetic human slave lying prostrate before her, his eyes full of fear and desire. With a cruel grin, she raised one meaty fist to his trembling face. "You will do as I say, slave," she rumbled, her voice echoing in the vast chamber.
Humiliating the man was part of the thrill for Siya; seeing him struggle to accept his inferiority only made her more powerful. She chuckled as he tried to protest, his words garbled and incoherent. With an indulgent growl, she leaned down, her eyes locked onto his. "Do you want this to be over?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Prove your worth and swallow my shit."
Slowly, she lowered her enormous bottomless bulk towards his trembling form. The slave could only stare up at her in awe, taking in the sight of her voluptuous curves and the pulsating mass she saved for him at the end of her long, orange turd. "Don't you dare disappoint me," she purred, her voice deep and threatening. "Swallow every drop."
As her vast ass touched his quivering lips, the slave felt a wave of panic wash over him. The thought of ingesting such a massive load was overwhelming. But he knew there was no other way; if he failed, he would face the Queen's wrath. Summoning all his willpower, he opened his mouth wide and began to suck on the meaty orb between her cheeks, his tongue tracing the curves of her enormous ass.
As he worked his mouth over her ass, he felt his stomach churning. He knew it was too late to back out now; the orange shit was already pressing against the back of his throat, threatening to force its way up and out. But he held strong, determined to take every drop she had to offer.
With a triumphant roar, Siya felt the slave's mouth closing around her clenching ass. She thrust her hips forward, driving her monstrous load deep into his throat. His eyes bulged as he struggled to swallow, but he refused to give in. He took her all, feeling her hot juices coursing down his throat and pooling in his stomach.
At last, it was over. Siya pulled away, her smile triumphant. "Well done, slave," she purred, giving him a well-deserved stroke on his bloodied and bruised head. The slave looked up at her, his eyes brimming with tears of humiliation and gratitude. He knew he had just experienced something beyond human understanding, and he knew that he would never be the same again.
