SSBBW Queen Siya, clad in nothing but a revealing silk robe, sat on her plush, queen-sized bed and watched as her obese slave kneeled before her, his eyes fixed on her enormous, jiggling belly. It was time for her to try out METAMUCIL for the first time, and she decided to make him the unwilling guinea pig.
"Alright, slave," she said in her authoritative tone, pushing back her long, luxurious hair from her oily forehead. "I am going to consume this disgusting concoction, and I want you to swallow every drop of it when I'm finished."
The slave nodded nervously, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he anticipated what was about to come. Siya unscrewed the jar of METAMUCIL and poured its unappetizing contents into her mouth, grimacing at the taste. The slave watched, mesmerized, as she struggled to swallow past her massive gut, her cheeks hollowing out and bulging out again with each attempt.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Siya managed to force down the entire jarful of METAMUCIL. Immediately, her abdomen began to expand, pushing against her silk robe like a balloon about to burst. The slave's eyes widened in awe as he watched her distended stomach, his throat already beginning to feel parched for the upcoming ordeal.
With a wicked grin spreading across her plump lips, Siya ordered the slave to stand up. He did as he was told, shuffling to his feet and trying not to look too terrified as he waited for her command. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she held out a glass of water and indicated he should drink it.
The slave obediently took the glass from her hand, his fingers barely able to fit around the cool, smooth surface. As he brought the glass to his lips, anticipation and fear warred within him. Would he be able to swallow all of the liquid she planned to feed him? Would it be as disgusting as the METAMUCIL had been?
Slowly, Siya began to sip the water, her movements deliberately slow and sensual. The slave watched, transfixed, as her delicate pink tongue darted out to tease the rim of the glass, wriggled its way past her full lips, and lapped at the droplets of water that clung to them.
As she finished the last of the water, she smacked her lips masculine
satisfaction and handed the glass back to the awestruck slave. "Drink up, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with temptation despite the unappetizing task at hand.
With quivering hands, the slave brought the glass to his lips and started to drink. The water tasted different, somehow... thicker and less pure than it had when it had been in the glass. But he forced himself to continue, swallowing convulsively as the strange concoction made its way down his throat.
Siya watched, eyes glinting with mischievous delight, as the slave choked and spluttered his way through the drink. Finally, with a satisfied nod, she announced that he had finished. "Not too bad, slave," she praised, a devilish grin spreading across her plump features. "But let's see if you really have what it takes."
With that, she stood up and grabbed the hem of her silk robe, hiking it up around her waist to reveal her massive, jiggling ass. "Now," she purred, her voice thick with lust, "lend a helping hand and make sure every last drop of that stuff has been swallowed. Understand?"
The slave nodded, his mouth going dry at the thought of what was to come. But he obediently moved forward, positioning himself behind Siya and placing his trembling hands on her vast expanse of naked flesh. With a deep breath, he began to massage her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them in time with the heaving motion of her hips.
As he worked, he could feel the heat radiating off of her body, and the odd texture of her ass flesh against his hands made him feel ill. But he forced himself to continue, driven by the fear of his mistress's wrath and the thrill of serving her in such an intimate way.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Siya nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, slave," she panted, pulling away from his grasp and allowing the robe to fall back into place. "Now you are ready for your reward."
With a gleam in her eye, she snapped her fingers, and a sumptuous feast appeared before them on a crystal table. Steaming plates of food filled the air with mouth-watering aromas, and the slave could hardly contain his excitement.
"Eat, slave," Siya commanded, settling herself comfortably onto her plush bed once again. "And enjoy every bite, knowing that only I could make you do such things."
The slave hesitated for a moment, his mind wrestling with the memory of the disgusting substances he had been forced to consume earlier. But ultimately, his hunger won out, and he dove headfirst into the tempting repast before him, humming contentedly as he savored every bite.
