She... has some trouble

"Theeeere you go."

John pushed down on the back of her head, and Eve relaxed her throat as the pissing cock pushed past her throat barrier and just started freely unloading down her throat. It felt... easy. Eve felt her stomach start to fill quickly in an unusual sensation. This felt so... efficient. This was, she realized, her favorite way to drink piss.

Realizing that she had a favorite way to drink piss, and that it was full-throated, sorta... turned her on? It made her feel dirty. Her hand drifted down to her clit once more as she thought about this.

"You see? I'm a wonderful boss - and if you're a good worker, you'll reap the rewards every time! There may be... consequences... if you don't do as well in the future, though. Now finish swallowing your meal, and then go ahead and swallow all of... that." John looked over at the clumped up protein shake mixed with his piss and grimaced slightly, then smiled down at her once more.

Eve settled in, pushing her mouth deep into his pelvis as he continued to unload down her throat.

After some time (far longer than she had expected), she stood up and - after being ordered to do so - licked herself clean as well as she could manage.

Only after she had wiped all the piss that she had missed onto her hand and licked all of it off was she given a towel to finish the job.

"Now, I believe you need to drink that, too," John said, pointing at the protein "shake." It was, he saw, less of a shake and more of a piss-moistened slurry. The unflavored grey mush had all the nutrients that Eve would need, but it looked genuinely disgusting.

Eve was surprisingly full from drinking the contents of John's bladder. She really wasn't hungry as she looked at the glass. It was the most unappetizing thing she had seen in her entire life. "Can I eat it later?" she asked.

"No, I need to ensure you have all the proper nutrients, and that you don't skip any meals. Finish it now."

Eve shuddered, and grabbed the glass. The nasty protein-piss slurry slid down her throat and she started retching... but didn't stop drinking it as ordered. She was a good worker! And she was afraid of that punishment John had alluded to. She started to feel herself needing to throw up.

"Good to the last drop, eh?" John laughed as he took a drink of the beer after munching on the sugared strawberries once more. He made a show of savoring the taste as she watched him while retching through the glass of disgusting protein-piss clumps.

He smiled at her mockingly and downed the rest of the beer, giving her a good "Mmmmmm" as he did so. He was already refilling for her next meal.