The new pet

You slowly walk backwards, prodded forth by the royal glacier of fat, until suddenly your heels bump into something solid and you fall backwards onto the soft silken sheets of the expansive bed. Prince Brynn towers over you with that same look of spoiled annoyance. "-Hurff-... Those clothes... -Bwurp- ...They're too nice -Ouarp- for a pet like you." He says with stern disapproval. He claps his hands and within seconds two other servants appear at your sides. "-wheeze- Get him properly dressed. -Uuurp-" He sneers down at you. They both nod obediently and start to pull off the new clothes you were so excited about, unable to stop them as they rip and tear the fabric until you're left completely in the nude, your fully erect cock on full display for everyone to see. "Tch" Brynn scoffs, his massive and imposing frame looming over you like a mountain as he looks down on your manhood "Not nearly big enough -hurff- for me. -Bruarup- Just another bottom for me to breed." Your face burns bright red from his callous words but for some reason they just make your cock throb and leak in front of everyone. You try to respond but you're caught off guard by one of the servants grabbing your head as the other one clamps something around your neck. It's a solid gold collar, studded with brilliant diamonds, the same kind all the other pets are wearing.

"That's more -Brruarrorp- fitting." Brynn says with a devilish smile. He dismisses the other servants with a belch as he takes a lumbering step forward, his immense bulk pressing up against your legs and perching your cock right before his cavernous navel. "-Wheeze- It's time for you to learn your -Buuurp- place..." He says with his golden eyes firmly locked on you as if sizing you up to eat. "Worshipping me." He holds up his hands as if he was grabbing something before suddenly jerking it back. Instantly an ethereal chain appears in his hand, the other end connected to your collar, and pulls your face right into Brynn's massive sweaty belly, where you inhale a near lethal dose of his stale musk at point blank range. You flounder for a bit, unsure of what to do, and quickly the spoiled prince gets impatient. "I SAID -BBBOUUUARRPP- WORSHIP!" He snarls as he pushes you back on the bed and smothers you beneath his immense weight. You can hardly breath from having over 2000 pounds of tiger blubber on top of you, but all that weight feels so good on top of you. You obey your new masters orders and grab as much of that royal fat as your arms can hold and start to massage his cetacean form with your whole body, all the motion pushing out all sorts of belches and farts out of the slovenly prince.

Just as you both get into the worshipping, some more servants come out of the kitchen with massive carts of food for Brynn.