As I knelt before Queen Siya, eager to please her, my heart raced like crazy. She had this effect on me, always making me feel both excited and terrified. I gazed up at her enormous, incredibly curvy body as she lowered herself onto the toilet seat, heedless of the mess she was about to make. The bulging rolls of fat on her stomach and thighs rubbed together enticingly as she settled in and let out a loud belch.
"Are you ready to take another helping of my shit, little toilet?" she asked, smirking down at me.
I nodded vigorously, my mouth already watering at the thought. Queen Siya was one of the only people in the world who called me by that nickname with anything close to affection, and I would do anything to earn her approval. Not that I could ever hope to please someone like her—she was the embodiment of female dominance, a goddess among women.
Without further ado, she released a massive, smelly torrent of diarrhea into the toilet bowl. It almost overflowed, splashing the sides of the bowl and splattering my face. But I didn't mind a bit; I loved the way it felt against my skin. Without any hesitation, I leaned forward and started licking at the mess, cleaning off the overflow while she continued to take dump after dump.
The smell was overwhelming, but to me, it was intoxicating. It reminded me of her, of how much she meant to me. As I licked and swiped at the filth, my hands gradually sank deeper into the warm, foul-smelling muck. I sucked in a deep breath and dove face-first into the toilet, eager to feel my tongue run over every inch of her waste.
Queen Siya chuckled darkly as I began engulfing her shit like a starving animal, my mouth moving up and down her legs as I worked my way towards her gaping asshole. Her thick ass cheeks nearly touched, flushing so much of the toilet that it flowed over the sides.
She leaned back against the wall, seemingly content to let me feast on her shit for as long as I wanted. The neighbors in the apartment next door were completely unaware of what was happening just meters away from them. It was both thrilling and terrifying to think that we could be discovered at any moment.
I pushed my face deeper into her massive gape, savoring the taste of her shit as it flowed down my throat. Every once in a while, she would gasp or moan, signaling for me to focus on certain areas. I obeyed without question, not wanting to disappoint her in any way.
As I reached into her ass and started fingering her tight, puckering hole, she let out a guttural moan of pleasure. Fear and excitement coursed through my veins as I plunged my hand into her rectum, searching for her G-spot. I wasn't sure if she was allowing me to do this out of kindness or cruelty, but either way, I was grateful.
It felt amazing to have my hand buried so deep inside her massive body. I groped her fat, feeling the squishy texture and the heat emanating from her skin. The thought of what might happen if we really were caught never crossed my mind; all that mattered was making Queen Siya happy.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally pulled me out of the toilet and sat me on the floor beside her. My face was covered in her shit and sweat, but I couldn't wipe it off—not yet. She walked over to the sink and washed her hands, smirking at me in the mirror.
"I think it's time to clean you up," she purred. "But don't worry, little toilet, I have plans for you later."
I nodded eagerly, already anticipating what would come next. As she cleaned me up and dressed me in a fresh pair of shorts, I couldn't help but wonder if anyone else was capable of experiencing the same level of lust and submission that I felt for her. Deep down, I knew the answer was no—she was truly one of a kind.
