When Siya, the plus-sized and curvy queen of SSBBW Queens, decided to start her day, she had no idea her faithful servant would be caught up in her intimate world. As Siya waddled towards her throne room, clad in nothing but a sheer robe that barely covered her massive girth, she casually mentioned to her attendant that she had already gone to the toilet twice that morning.
"Did you clean the funnel yet?" She asked without turning around.
The attendant, a nervous young man who found himself captivated by Siya's voluptuous figure and belly fetish, nodded quickly. "Yes, my queen. It is freshly cleaned and ready for your use." His voice trembled slightly as he spoke.
Siya smiled to herself, knowing full well that the young man was more than just an attendant; he was her willing slave. As she settled onto her throne, her ample curves spilling out of the robe, the attendant knelt before her and presented the funnel.
"I will need you to finish what's in the funnel, my pet," she purred. "Don't worry, it's just some of my brown water. It's been sitting there for a while and needs to be emptied."
The attendant nodded eagerly, anxious to please his mistress. He took the funnel from her, his hands shaking with anticipation. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he lowered his face to the opening of the funnel, his lips brushing against the cool metal.
"Go ahead," Siya encouraged, a sultry smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Drink it all up. You know how much I love seeing you work that big cock of yours with Metamucil."
With a deep breath, the attendant lowered the funnel into his mouth, the warm, sticky liquid flowing over his tongue. He swirled the liquid around, savoring the taste of his queen's excrement as he tried to push it further down. It was a bitter taste that he had become addicted to, a reminder of his submission and her dominance over him.
"Good boy," Siya purred as she watched him struggle to swallow the thick fluid. "You know you're not supposed to spill any of my precious brown water."
The attendant gagged as he felt the liquid filling his stomach, pushing against the walls of his abdomen. He could feel the weight of his queen's massive body bearing down on him, reminding him that she was in control.
"You're doing great, pet," Siya said soothingly. "Keep going. I know you can take it all."
With a final, desperate gulp, the attendant managed to swallow the last of the liquid. He looked up at his mistress, his eyes shining with a mix of fear and adoration. "It was all delicious, my queen," he whispered.
Siya smiled, her belly jiggling with amusement. "Not enough," she said quietly. "You haven't finished your task yet." She leaned forward slightly, her massive breasts dangling tantalizingly close to his face. "Finish me off, pet," she purred.
The attendant's heart pounded in anticipation as he felt himself grow harder under the weight of his mistress's thighs. With a deep breath, he reached up between her legs, his fingers finding the warm, moist opening of her vagina.
"That's it," Siya encouraged as he began to massage her clit, his fingers sliding easily in and out of her slick opening. "Show me how much you love my brown water."
The attendant leaned in closer, his breath hot against her folds as he worked his fingers in a steady rhythm. He could feel his mistress's hips begin to buck, her moans of pleasure vibrating against his lips.
"Yes," Siya hissed, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Just like that, my pet. Make me cum with my own juices."
And so he did, working his fingers deeper into her wetness until she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy. As she came down from her high, Siya leaned back against the throne, content in the knowledge that her servant had pleased her once again.
"You may clean yourself up, pet," she said softly, pointing towards a basin of water and a towel. "I have another task for you later today."
The attendant nodded in understanding, his heart still racing from their intimate encounter. He felt a strange mix of shame and arousal as he cleaned himself up, already anticipating what his mistress had in store for him next. He was her willing slave, and he would do anything to please her, no matter how humiliating or degrading the task might be. As he dried off, he could already feel his cock beginning to stir again, eager for its next encounter with Metamucil and his queen's precious brown water.
