Three Slaves
by skeezan

The Goddess of Transformation, Growth, and Shrinking have all despite their mutual agreement been harbouring slaves for some time now. Until, very recently, it was common for the Goddesses too each have a slew of mortal men servicing their every desire but with recent events the task has now been given to one slave each. These three men serve at their respective Goddesses beckon call forced to do the work of dozens men all for one supreme being. These are just some of their stories.

1. DERRY

Once, a man caught wandering the woods with his friend, Derry, was sacrificed to the Goddess of Growth and has since then been doing everything for her. Growth was one to be revered, one to be put above all other things, as she would often say about herself, making Derry's life now consumed with worshipping and any other menial tasks his Goddess could think of. Today, Derry waits in his cell dreading whenever Growth will be back to humiliate him. As if on queue, Growth arrives shortly after stark, naked her curvy shadow falling over him.

“Mortal man, I require your worship.” Growth said in her usual biblical manner of speaking.

“What is it you require, oh great Goddess of Growth?” Replied Derry in a monotone voice already sick of being in The Goddesses presences. Growth simply opened the door and nonchalantly stepped inside.

“Such disrespect! Fear not Slave punishment will come swift and fairly.” True to her words, The Goddess was quick to act growing to a gigantic size within the tiny cell. Derry saw The Goddess body fill more and more of his vision until, without warning, he was plastered between the wall and Growth's humongous breasts. Growth's entire body filled the cell her legs barely fitting through the door while her ass pressed against the bars bending them just from its shear force. The Goddess didn't even have exert herself in anyway to smother Derry with her giant tits. That didn't stop her though from making things worse by pushing in and away from the wall in a pattern of pain. The giant breasts pummelled him regularly giving him just enough time to regain his breath only for it to be taken away. It might have been enjoyable if the fleshy frame didn't cause Derry immense pain with little effort. Finally, satisfied Growth got off him and shrunk down to a less crushing size though still large enough to lord over Derry.

“Honour unto you slave. Now shall we adjourn to the throne room.” Derry was still very much bewildered from the breast beating he just endured but managed to form a response. With a heavy sigh Derry said, “Anything you want, Goddess.”

“How grand, come then.” The Goddess said with a quick snap of her fingers. Doing so, materialized a leash and chain for Derry which the Goddess giddily tugged on to lead him out of the obliterated cell. Derry followed behind trying to keep focus even if he was fairly certain he had a concussion.

They walked through the marble halls Growth keeping a firm grip on the leash to keep Derry close to her large butt. The awful scent that came from it radiated outward and right into Derry's nose. Growth looked back and smiled seeing the small man heave just due to his close proximity to her rear. She decided to up the ante quite a bit and pulled on the leash hard flinging Derry into the confines of her ass crack.

“Have a taste.” She said letting out an elongated SBD. Unfortunately for Derry, he had kept his mouth open when The Goddess pulled him in so his mouth pretty much lined the outside of her shit covered asshole. The SBD had no place to go but inside his mouth and yes Derry did very much taste the eggy fart. As expected, it was awful and even brought tears to his eyes but Growth didn't let up farting away while she walked to the throne Derry still firmly lodged between her Goddess cheeks.

After a walk that seemed to take forever (Derry swore she purposefully went the wrong direction) they arrived in the large throne room. It was enormous, even for The Goddess with gold lined everything, including the incredible throne situated in the centre of the room and the small foot rest directly in front of it. Growth pulled Derry out of her rear with the leash as a loud POP echoing through the halls when she did. As Derry began to recuperate, Growth casually jumped onto her throne shaking the entire room.

“Slave, consider today a gift as is everyday you get to serve me.” Derry just rolled his eyes and prepared for the worst. “Now, if you would, I feel like having a foot massage today.”

The two feet landed right in front of Derry, The Goddess's wiggling her feet as if anticipating the coming foot massage. Resigning to his fate, Derry went to work keeping some solace in the fact that he was free from the Goddess reeking rear. Even though her size was great, The Goddess's feet weren't as bad as they possibly could be. They still stunk to high hell and Derry would have to rest one foot on his lap and use both his hands to really have any effect but still Growth seemed to like it. So Derry worked on the feet trying to massage all the grimy sole as best he could occasionally switching to the other foot to even it out. Until, suddenly, Derry began to notice something rather troubling. At this point, Growth's right foot was resting on his lap and it began to feel heavier, then Derry watched and saw that indeed the already giant foot was steadily getting bigger. The sudden Growth made him stop his massaging to lift the foot off his lap.

“Did I say your worshipping of my feet could stop?” The Goddess questioned bearing a slick smile on her face. Derry looked again to see the feet still growing and fast. Sparing no time Derry went back to massaging, a task that proved more and more difficult as they began to be gaining height on him. Not only did the height grow but so did the already unbearably stench that steamed off each of them. The noxious fumes grew with the feet until, as Derry feared, his act of massaging The Goddess's feet was impossible for him. Growth was not happy.

“Oh my, you are just utterly useless.” She pulled hard on the leash sending Derry in between the two cheesy feet. Then, without delay, Growth turned her feet and pressed them together with as much force as she could effectively sandwiching her slave between them both. She rubbed and grinded the spec of a man between her feet like she was trying to bathe him in her stinky feet (which she somewhat accomplished). Derry turned into paste from the pressure and went numb from the smell it was all just too much to bear. He was just about to pass out when Growth yielded allowing him to slump to once again peel himself off a part of this Goddess's body and fall to the floor.

“You've angered your Goddess greatly, slave, and for that there will be repercussions.” With another snap of her fingers, Derry's leash got off his neck and tied his hands behind his back. With hands indisposed, The Goddess pulled hard and sent him flying towards one of her cheesy feet. Derry could only listen to Growth's words as his face remained mashed into her sole.

“Mouth Only.” The Goddess simply stated as the chain pulled Derry face further into her sole. Derry peeled his face off then looked up at the towering foot thinking on how this sweaty grimy sole was only one of the sweaty grimy soles he would be cleaning today. Still he had no choice and hesitantly stuck his tongue out preparing for several more hours of torture.

“Ahhhhh, it's good to be a Goddess.” Growth sighed eager to have her feet pampered by her slave even if a large bit of Growth hoped he would fail again. Such was Growth's attitude, Derry was a slave only to be used and abused just as she viewed all mortals. Elsewhere, though, another Goddess was taking a very different view towards her slave.

2. JEB

He was a young man named Jeb, once a close friend of Fionna's brother. Jeb's life was forever changed when The Goddess of Shrinking ripped him away from the young girl's clutches and brought him to her own. The Goddess of Shrinking, being the only one of her sisters actually concerned with the various responsibilities being a Goddess entails, meant her problems were tripled in size. Needless to say, this brought on quite a bit of stress, to which Jeb served as an excellent solution.

Today, the Goddess was completely burned out, trudging into her neat and orderly bedroom and falling onto the bed. Jeb was sitting in his cage on the bedside table a bittersweet feeling filling him at the sight of the Goddess. She was easily the kindest of the three sisters but as stress grew so to do her need for Jeb. Without saying a word, she got off the bed and pulled out Jeb.

“Oh, hello, my Goddess, is there something you require?” Jeb said with an uneasy tone.

“It's nothing, Jeb, just a lot of things will be set in motion soon and I just need a break. (SIGH) I'm thinking seat cushion today.” Taken aback by The Goddesses forwardness, Jeb uneasy feeling began to grow.

“Well o...” Jeb was interrupted as Shrink grabbed the tiny man and dropped him down onto her desk chair. He could only look up in horror as Shrink slammed her shapely bum down on her man cushion relaxing into the chair almost instantly.

“Thanks, Jeb, you have no idea how much I need this.” Shrink said squirming and grinding into the chair as she did. Jeb meanwhile was stuck under the tons of Goddess rear pressing down onto his body. The small motions Shrink made causing unimaginable level of squashing to the tiny man. Despite her small frame, Shrink’s butt packed quite the punch when she wanted it to and so the slave, Jeb, would remain serving as a cushion. Then, Jeb heard a very loud gurgle from above and could only cling onto hope that his Goddess would be lenient. He was wrong.

BRRRAAPPPPPTTT

“Oooooooo, sorry, Jeb, looks like we're going into fart cushion territory.” Jeb began to consider the fact that as a Goddess Shrink could control her gas on a whim meaning this was deliberate, but those thoughts were soon destroyed with another large fart. The thick fart air filled Jeb's small airspace while he gasped for any fresh air only to find none. Disgusting gas continued to flow into the small space The Goddess going so far as to press down in her seat with each burst of flatulence, moaning as she did this. Rubbing the farts into her slaves very being, Shrink would occasionally make comments so as to encourage Jeb to go further still farting and squashing him of course.

“I'm glad I took you from Fionna, you didn't deserve such treatment.” She said oblivious to the grand irony of the situation. Shrink bit her lip and went on to relieve the pressure in her stomach clearly taking great joy in this. Jeb still being smothered by the never ending farts grew more and more worried, Shrink had never acted so brash or so derailed in her logic. He began to suspect this would not be ending anytime soon. Three more very wet farts flew out of Shrinks rear hitting Jeb square in the face.

SHHHHHHHPPPPPRRRRTTT SPLLLLLLLRRRRTT SSSSSSSSSSRRRRRRRRRPPPPPLLLLLL

“Crap.” The Goddess pulled out her slave and looked at him in the palm of her hand. Thankfully, Jeb was outside of her pants and didn't getting anything on him, yet it was still clear the combination of gas and squashing was pushing him to his limit. He looked destroyed the giant behind of The Goddess flattening him as well as a very present stench of fart surrounding him like a green cloud. Heaving with each breath Jeb looked up to the eyes of The Goddess that had just caused him so much pain, more so then she had ever delivered before.

“Have.....I....Done.......Welll?” Jeb said breathing loudly with each word. The Goddess gave a look of thought before finally addressing a comment her slave had made. “Wellllll....I am quite tired and I would love to have my very good friend Jeb with me while I slept.” Jeb lit up slightly remembering all the pastimes she had done this usually placing him in between her pillowy breasts to slumber after a particularly rough slave session. He smiled and nodded dutifully.

“Good.” Shrink said with a warming smile as she picked up her tiny slave, then, moved him close to her chest and brought him around and stuffed Jeb in her dirty pants. Brown stains rubbed onto the tiny man as Shrink stuffed and stuffed her slave until she was as far into her crack as possible. A whole new level of hell was introduced as every single awful scent that existed before was amplified within the fleshy walls that surrounded him. “And if you don't mind I'd like a quick ass cleaning as well. K?”

Jeb knew he was stuck Shrink was acting harsher than she had ever been before. So swallowing his pride (and inadvertently some ass sweat), Jeb gave a response that was swiftly muddled by the surrounding buttcheeks and The Goddess farting a gargantuan fart. Still, Shrink acknowledged the response.

“Oh thank you Slave, you know, sometimes it's pretty damn good to be a Goddess.” The Goddess said releasing some wet gas shortly after. She then got off the seat and moved to her bed ready to rest knowing that her slave would be serving her during the humble slumber. Part of Jeb was happy by the move in location as he was no longer being crushed but as soon as Shrink landed on the bed the realization came that he would be forced to remain in this gassy end until his Goddess awoke. As Shrink drifted off to Jeb's servicing another Goddess was just waking ready to use her personal favourite slave.

3. TOMMY

Once, a janitor working in his friends gym, Tommy had been an extremely active part of The Goddess of Transformation's life for nearly two years. In that time, Tommy remained as an object never given the chance to be human once. For Tommy, it was always a pair of panties, or socks, or toilet paper, or in this case a pillow as Transformation was sleeping on top of him loudly snoring before quite abruptly waking.

The Goddess of Transformation woke up and immediately grabbed the drool covered Tommy-Pillow she had been sleeping on. Even though she knew her sisters would likely not approve of her harbouring of this slave, Transformation paid it no mind and went about her day ready to torment her most favourite slave.

“Mornin' Tommy, how'd you sleep?” The Goddess knew very well that he didn't sleep, it often is hard to drift away into a slumber with a Goddess's head resting on you while her drool and stinking breath pool on your cushion face, so this was really only done to further annoy Tommy-Pillow since he couldn’t even speak to give a response. “That good, eh? Well, don't you worry, I've got some fun things planned for today but first let’s get you into a more suitable form.”

With a touch of his cushiony face Tommy was transformed yet again and this time it was into one of his least favourite forms. That being Tommy was a towel of sorts or better referred to as a sweat rag. Thankfully, though, The Goddess of Transformation wasn't too sweaty from her nap so perhaps there might be some solace to becoming a sweat rag.

“There we go, my very own Tommy-Sweat Rag, one thing though, I'm not nearly sweaty enough to get good fun out of you hehe.” Giggling her usual giggle the Goddess snapped her fingers and in an instant the Transformation was gleaming head to toe in sweat. If Tommy-Rag could've sighed, he would've.

Clasping her hands firmly on each end of Tommy-Rag, The Goddess slowly moved him up towards her glistening chest. It actually looked quite elegant on the giant women, though much of that elegance was lost when The Goddess of Transformation began her use of him. The rag Tommy became was slowly rubbed in every crevice of her chest soaking in all the nasty sweat present. It poured all over his cloth body soaking every fibre of his being till he was filled with the dank moist liquid.

“Alright chest is done, on to the armpits!” The joyful Goddess said quickly shoving the entirety of Tommy-Rag into her right armpit. He saw all light shut off as Transformation lowered her arm effectively clasping Tommy-Rag in a pressure cooker of sweat and stink. She began grinding the rag man between the flesh of her armpit yielding far more concentration of sweat to be soaked up by Tommy-Rag. The worst part was though that this was only one armpit of two and The Goddess was quick to move him to the other one before he got too much of a breather.

“Alright, armpits are smelling........” The Goddess stopped to give her armpit a whiff then immediately was taken aback. “Relatively better, now, on to some good old fashioned ass cleaning.” The man made into a rag feared this greatly. The Goddess of Transformation's behind was usually terrible on it's own but a Goddess ass teaming with sweat was a whole other level of hell. A hell Tommy-Rag was being introduced to rather suddenly as Transformation spared no time in using her sweat rag. The Goddess worked Tommy-Rag like very own butt floss being rubbed up and down the lining of her crack. From there Tommy-Rag was smeared with dried shit and never ending sweat that seemed to perpetually exist in this swampy ass. Things steadily got worse as Transformation got a bit more “thorough” with her cleaning. It wasn't long before Tommy-Rag was face to face with her pulsating anus being rubbed around the rim of the wet orifice led Tommy-Rag to one thought as to what was coming next.

SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT

A thunderous roar erupted onto Tommy-Rag spraying speckles of shit on him while the Goddess continued to rub. “Looks like you get some more to clean huh?” Transformation said with a laugh. For what seemed like hours, Tommy-Rag was grinded up by the swampy ass, wiping and wiping sweat that wouldn't stop all while being pelted by wave after wave of The Goddess's gas until finally Tommy-Rag heard Transformation say his favourite words.

“I'm bored.” The Goddess of Transformation tugged Tommy-Rag out of her crack with great strength before tossing him onto a nearby table landing with a wet slopping sound. “Let's see if I can find someone on Earth to use you.” Tommy-Rag watched as the Goddess closed her eyes like she would always do when looking for someone on Earth. She spoke regularly but her body looked like it was in a trance it quite honestly freaked him out a little.

“Let's see, there's a lactose intolerant girl who wants a life sized Adam Starr body pillow.....nah too easy. What else......ahhh here's a few girls who just got dumped and are drowning their sorrows in gas inducing food.....I guess that could be a contender but let's see what else.........perfect!” The Goddess opened her eyes and giddily came up to Tommy-Rag. “Guess what, Tommy? It looks like Nat's gym has a clogged toilet in the women's bathroom and she lost the plunger. Also, there's a line up of sweaty gassy girls waiting to use that toilet and guess who's gonna be toilet paper after their done being a plunger?” Tommy-Rag tried to scream in protest but was silenced by The Goddess.

“I know, isn't it great? Oh, Nat, you're the gift that just won't stop giving hehe.” The Goddess touched Tommy-Rag and an instant he was gone leaving the Goddess to look down on his future humiliations.

“Man it is really really really really really reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally good to be a goddess.” Transformation said before noticing she was completely alone. “Eh, maybe I could use some more slaves...Whatever, I'll talk to Shrink about it.” With that, The Goddess looked back down to Earth seeing Tommy-Plunger being whisked away to the clogged toilet, the biggest smile filling her face as she did.