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Cattle of the Giantess WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED! I awoke to the same, terrified haze as everyone else. Although, for the sake of hope, mine was less prevalent when the Giantess made her way to the barnhouse. To the sounds of whimpering and cries I shook myself up. As the footsteps rounded closer, I willed myself to stand near the kennel gate, clawing at the wooden hatches to push the door open. It lasted up until the barnhouse doors open, where the Giantess met my tiny shadow across her toe. “Ahh, good morning 01,” she spoke down to me. “Eager to get started, are we?” The cries of terror and woe fully awoke-our resting time was done. I stood back as she stepped forward, with nowhere to escape to. Even as her residual stink wafted from the front, I searched wildly for some place to begin my escape. I froze, for probably the 100th time now, as she turned and bent her booty in my direction. The size alone, spanning a good elephant or two on each buttcheek, had us tinies pleading at her feet. I tried holding my breath; her booty heat trapped inside engulfed my body, forewarning of the fate to come. “Someone must have slept on the wrong side of the hay, haha!” taunted the Giantess. She bent her face down to smile at me, a beautiful pair of blue eyes and long black hair curling between her massive thighs. “Come on, 01, it’s work time...remember?” She blocked the whole pen in her path. I was left to cower in her presence, helpless once again as she giggled and grunted. Between her bootycheeks, a nest of ass hair and messy bits of anus flesh tore out in bouts of pink and brown-far less kept than any normal human woman. I promised myself another chance at freedom as her fart blew forth. BBBBBBLLLLLLLLLAAAARRRRRRBBBRRRRUUUUUUUTTTTT! The Giantess spared no expense on me. For a full 8 seconds her fart ruptured my body, a solid blast of vegetable and egg fart that shook me to the core. I was flung against the wall, pinned down by her stink until I was gagging for oxygen her asshole would not allow. She rose slowly, watching me try to wallow out of her stench. “I’ll see you out there, 01,” she taunted, already scooting down to the next pen. “Now, how are we this morning 02?” The stink waded forcefully into my bloodstream...and she had me, once again...she had all of us. FFFFBBBBRLLLLRRRTTTORORROPPOOOTTT! PPPRRRRTTRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT! I found my limbs shuffling into the sunlight as her instructions played over and over through my bones. Once again, she had turned me into a cattle for the whims of a Giantess. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We huddled neatly together as the Giantess followed us onto the field. The few sparse moments of fresh air were interrupted as she stopped in front, grin as wide as always when she was torturing us. We watched solemnly as she turned, her hands spreading the mighty buttcheeks before us. The shit was already poking between her asshole, ready for the routine greeting for the tinies. “Oohhaahhh!” she moaned, as the boulder sized shit begun drooling slowly onto the dirt. I felt her willpower surface again amongst the smell-no doubt the other crying, gagging boys shared my helplessness. BBBBRRTTRRMMMPPBBBRRTTT! The Goddess chuckled, as the first log pinched off, a dark brown mushy mess. FFFBBBBTTRROOUUTT! With that, her massive anus begun pushing out another shit...than another. If she were to command it, we would be standing directly under her ass, crushed by the weight and smell of her ‘field blessings’. But she dare not waste her worklings...at least, not most of us. PPPRRBBBBTTRRBBAATTRRTTTT! A weaker boy among us puked as her shart toppled the last shit down the pile near him. The pile rested just about the size of her massive buttcheeks, steaming and commanding of her strength. “Well?” she asked us, rising slowly. “What are we waiting for boys?” That was enough for the spell to take hold. I could only give her one last defiant glare before my feet shuffled into work. Perhaps it was my assigned task that nurtured my hatred of the Giantess and desire for freedom. Her shit was poison to a young man, especially sized to a Giantess dropping. Yet to her, it was manure, a biological gift of life and crop harvesting. She had boys pick it up by hand, spreading the feces over the field. Other pour souls would disperse seeds throughout, but I can attest I’d much rather step in her poop, secondhand. BBBBBBRRRRLLLLLLRRRRRRRTTTTTT! I growled under my breath, watching her stretch her legs out across the pasture. A few steps forward and I was filling my arms to the brim with her shit-the same instruction she’d laid out on the first day. “Euughmmmmgh!” I protested, as the runny shit melted through my arms in the hot summer sun. It was sharp, hot, and vile...much like her. My hatred led my to watch her across the ways, this time scooping up bits of cornmeal her other slaves had prepared for her. The bright yellow would soon turn to a solid, dark brown...solid in texture as well. I swear, sometimes she forced herself rotten crops to make the feces harder to pick up. The field was awash with gasps and the sound of swallowed puke. “Now, now, pay attention dear,” the Giantess said, rising to her feet. The boy went with her clenched bootyhole, dangling his lower half out wildly. “It is my fault, my dear. My scent must be a little light today.” BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAATTTTTTTT! She held a hand out to catch his legs-before he could catch a fresh breath with his screams, she pushed him back inside her asshole. “Now...how should I word this?” she continued. “You must NOT spill any of my materials. Ever.” FFFFFBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRAAOOOTTT! He was let out to scream and kick...then pushed back into the mountain of smell inside. “If you don’t obey that well...than you aren’t my tiny. And I have no use for you...except for a snack.” PPPPPTTTLLLRRRROOOLLLLLAAABBRTTTTT! This time her hand sunk in with the fart, carrying her index finger to a deeper depth than where he was currently dying. “Hmmm...he may take awhile to be...re-educated,” spoke the Giantess, eyes around the field. “Does anyone else need a sniff? There’s plenty to go around.” We took that as a command to return to work with more caution. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her daily cruelty was prime example of our need to escape. I expressed my feelings to my fellow slave boys...but it seems that her farts had already shaped their minds. They would live only to serve her...no matter how many days it shortened their lives. “Come on boys, dinner is served!” called the Giantess. A commanding fart didn’t follow, yet most of us obeyed from routine. “Come and get it! It tastes just as good coming out as going down, haha!” A prime joke, really, as she told it over and over again. We all patiently stood beneath her booty as she poked the cornmeal from her fingertips into her bootyhole. “Now, I don’t want to see any of this dropped...understood boys?” With the agreed silence, she bent her ass over a nearby wheelbarrow. “Here.” FFFLLLBBBBRRRRAATTTOORTTT! A heaping pile of dark brown and yellow shot onto the trough of the wheelbarrow. A few boys hesitantly scooted forward. “Hold on, hold on!” the Goddess said, more of a warning than a command. “Ahhhh...little drink to keep you hydrated.” A few boys begun to cry as her sour urine sprayed like an emptying pond onto the cornmeal. Of course they would eat it...but their stomachs would never agree. She left us to wolf down as much as our depleted bodies could manage. A few lucky ones managed to eat where her piss hadn’t struck, or the taste of her bootyhole wasn’t as widespread. I must have seemed like a lunatic, diving two hands into the wettest, murkiest spots to feed on. The Giantess took a stroll to take note of our work for the day. A few brave boys began to stroke their cocks, watching her booty sway in the distance. Others ate as much as they could. Some, like me, spent the time hiding our puke in the grass. I’d gotten used to the process by now...after all, it was the only way to lessen her spell. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The call to rest was the most sought after part of the day...for most of the boys. “Good night 49,” the Giantess told the cellmate. “Sweet dreams.” His fearful whimpers were snuffed out by her passing toot, flowing forcefully out her ass hanging overhead. BBBBBBBLLLLARRRMMMPPRRRRUUUUUUUUTTTTT! “Ahhh!” she sighed happily, watching another unconscious slave boy become spellbound and unconscious for another day. I would be no such slave boy. “Good night number 48,” I heard her say. “No, don’t cry little one...this one’s a lot more gentle.” Of course, he cried louder, dreading the strong, silent fart her bootyhole would constrict him with. BBBBBBBRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSS! “Ahhh….oohh, that was a good one. Here 47, you can share his.” Her exploits had me white knuckled along the ivy coated walls. I began my climb the moment she shut the doors, never stopping the moment after. On top the roof was the air duct, a small brick chimney leading to the outside world. When she met my pen and met nothing, the reasoning would amount to her own carelessness. Perhaps she’d think I was digesting in her booty, accepting the fate of my ignorance to her wills. When she slept, I would be free to run; I would run towards the hills where she captured us and never meet this life again. Months of planning had led to this-my heart fluttered in exasperation and excitement as I swung my legs on the pillars supporting the roof. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, 05” she told the boy, fake sleeping on the hay. “Come, give your Giantess a kiss!” I turned my head, not needing to see the boy shoved against her bootyhole as the raunchy fart blew across his face. BBBBLLLLLLAAAAUUURRBBBRRRRRRRTTTT! He was certainly unconscious now, as she flicked him into the pen. “Alright, we did away with number 04 and 02,” spoke the Giantess...pausing as she looked at my empty pen. “Now, where is 01? 01?” PPPTTTUUUULLLLRRRRRBBAAUUUTTT! As planned, I pinched my nose and lips...she would hold no sway over me. “01? You should be in your pen, 01. Come out and kiss me goodnight.” FFFBBBBRRRPPPTTTUUURRBBBAATTTTTT! She leaned against a wall and raised a leg, hoping her stench would circle the outskirts of the barn. She couldn’t reach me at this height...and I was so close to the air duct. I chanced to leave my nose alone and use my hands to crawl for the air duct. Silently, I crept upwards, feeling the cool metal rungs on my fingertips. The sweet smell of iron filled my lungs...along with a familiar, smelly residue. “01? I want you to come down here. Right now.” I looked in horror at my fingertips. I foul slime coated them, dark yellow and putrid...the color her farts used to take when she ripped ass in the cold. The moisture had manifested the same form, collecting inside the duct the whole time. I had not planned for it. “01, I’m going to count to three and I want you beside me. One…”. By then, my grip had already loosened and I felt myself in a freefall of desperation. She caught me with a giggle, pinched between the top of her asscrack. “Ah, there you are 01!” I heard her despicable self say. “A little restless?” I sobbed and cried out as she shook her rump, happily toying with her sickened prey-her previous goodnight farts were ever present under my legs. “Hmmm, 03, I’m a little occupied at the moment,” she said, turning her booty towards the boy’s pen. “I think you’re due for a test in responsibility. Here.” She pinched me up with one hand, leading her other hand to seperate an asscheek for her fleeting shit. PPPRRRTTRRRRAAAAATTTTT! The boy called 03 jumped as a turd sized to his own body landed near him. “Ahh...go ahead and give that a sniff, 03” she commanded. “And make sure to stay in your pen tonight.” “y-yes Giantess!” said the boy. I’d already heard him sniffing as we exited the barn. “Kill me!” I shouted up to her instantly- and I meant it. The Giantess laughed, tucking me on the top of her buttcheek to sulk and kick. “So now it is you who is giving commands!” she spoke, walking slowly across the fields. “ I think not, boy. No, you’re kind is meant to serve my booty. Don’t worry, my ass is patient with it’s subjects. You just need a bit more...encouragement.” “OOOF!” The oxygen from my lungs was expelled as she fell on her side, pinching me with her massive fart cushions. “Now, let’s try a command,” she said with a yawn. “Sniff every fart from my ass tonight. Don’t hold your breathe, don’t you dare try to escape. Now.” BBBBBRRRSSSSSLLLRRROUUUOUUUSUSSSSSSS! My eyes filled with tears as the rugged fart soaked my throat, vibrated my bones, and filled my mind with her will. It was the first of many farts I would be forced to inhale...yet she decided to secure herself nonetheless. “Oh yes,” she added. “You will be my ever devoted fart slave...until your death. Understand?” Her voice and commanding toot came as a whisper that would direct me for the rest of my days. PPPPRRSSSSSSOUUURURRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! As the heat washed over me, I accepted my new life...this time, with a vigor that would last to serve her forever. |
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