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(I asked burnicus if he could write a short storry for this pic .. i gave him some traces what was in my mind and he totaly captured it !!!
couldnt be more awsome x3)
Storry by burnicus ----> Zuzana story for BigBig
make sure to read his stuff !!! x3
The purple velvet shifted and buckled beneath Vic’s feet as Zuzana shifted on her massive throne. Using the fan as a counterweight, he only just managed to keep his balance, but the shiny gold finish of the fan’s pole squeaked as it slid from his sweaty grasp. Vic had to throw himself onto the plush cushion to catch it before it clattered to the floor dozens of feet below. He quickly stood up and returned to his duty of keeping the goddess cool. He hoped she hadn’t witnessed his blunder, but of course, she was too busy feasting to pay him any real attention.
She was currently greedily stuffing the last few members of a large group of worshippers from a nearby village into her hungry maw, her belly so distended by its new inhabitants that it was nearly touching the floor, where several slaves were massaging it with a mixture of soothing lotions. Vic was jealous, he belonged back down there with the belly crew. Sure there was the risk of being crushed underfoot or under Zuzanna’s incredible belly itself, but the danger was worth it just to feel the smooth skin of his goddess beneath his fingertips. There was usually a giant rotary fan powered by a team of twelve slaves working together, but it had to be dismantled to make room for the new, larger feeding altar. He hoped that the engineers would hurry up and reassemble the contraption, but Zuzana had recently taken a liking to plucking them off the scaffolding and dropping them into her mouth, and her penchant for “builder berries” had slowed down work on the renovations.
The last few worshippers were being scooped up by the handful from the golden plate-like surface of the feeding altar. Some seemed jittery, like they were considering making a run for it down the marble steps, but very rarely could anybody resist the goddess’ allure, the long walk up to the altar was almost always a one-way trip. Vic hefted the weight of the heavy fan into his left hand to give his right arm a break, and contemplated how utterly bizarre it was that some foolish humans went against the will of the Goddess. It was an exceptionally rare occurrence, and none ever made it very far, the staircase was steep and slippery with no hand-rails, and nobody could fully resist her beauty. This gave Zuzana plenty of time to reach over and catch the offending individual, who would then become very intimately acquainted with her moist depths. Vic thought it was demonstrated how wonderfully generous Zuzana was, to still allow them to become one with her, even after their disobedience; she really was divine.
She took her time to savour the final sacrifice. She had begun the meal by asking each individual their name, and a little about themselves before ferrying them on an open palm to her mouth where they would willingly step in, as though hypnotised by her big, blue eyes. Vic had often dreamed of the day he would be offering himself to the Goddess, wondering what he’d even say to her in his brief moment in the spotlight of her attention. Although he understood it was not up to him, he selfishly hoped to be eaten during the portion of the meal where his taste could be individually appreciated by Zuzana, but only a very lucky few got such singular attention from the goddess, before her hunger made her too impatient to devour her followers a mere one at a time. As the last villager’s hands disappeared between her plump lips with an audible slurp that echoed around the cavernous temple, drowning out the soft harp music she was being serenaded by. Zuzana reclined on her throne and moaned, her eyes closed with contentment and ran her hands softly over her bulbous midsection, temporarily giving the hard-working belly crew a well-earned respite. Vic doubled his fanning efforts, making sure he directed the breeze towards her lightly-freckled cheeks, wishing he was close enough to reach out and stroke them, to whisper into her ear how much he adored her and appreciated spending every day in her magnificent presence.
Vic froze and dropped his fan out of shock when she opened her eyes, her attention suddenly focused solely on him. He felt his heart fluttering as Zuzana’s massive hand gingerly lifted him up and deposited him gently on the crest of her gut. Immediately he threw himself to his knees, prostrating himself before her and kissing her tightly-stretched skin passionately; he could feel the writhing mass of villagers beneath the taut surface.
“What is your name, slave?” she asked, smiling down at him.
“It’s Vic, my Goddess.” He could scarcely believe she was addressing him.
“Well then, Vic, I have a special job for you.” her voice was like music to him.
“Anything for you, my Goddess.” He was trembling, a special mission from Zuzana herself. He had never even dreamed of such an honour!
“In the valley to the west of this temple should be a small town. You are going to tell them that the time has come for any volunteers to show their devotion to me.”
“I won’t fail you.” he vowed, tears of joy welling in his eyes. “I can never thank you enough for this opportunity; fulfilling your desires is the greatest pleasure in life.”
“Yes. It really is.” She dismissed him with a giggle, and delicately lowered him to the cushions of her throne. Vic started towards the ladder, but his eye was caught by the discarded fan, lying between two pillows.
“My Goddess!” he shouted out, desperately hoping she would hear him.
“Yes Vic? Is there a problem?” she replied, distractedly eyeing up one of the masons who was currently sculpting a silhouette of a shackled slave into one of the columns.
“My only wish is that I could go on my quest, but still remain here to keep fanning. Are you sure you won’t get overheated in my absence?”
“Awww, that’s sweet of you to worry.” she said with a warm smile. Vic’s heart burned with pride at the compliment. “I’ll have someone else take care of that while you’re gone.” she grabbed one of the members of the belly crew and dropped the young, blonde slave by Vic. “Because of your thoughtfulness, if you make it back with at least three hundred sacrifices in time for my dinner feast tomorrow, you will have the honour of being the first offering I enjoy.”
“You are too generous, my goddess!” he cried, already planning to bring back at least double what she asked for.
“Now go.” she decreed, as she seized an unwary mason and tossed him carelessly into her mouth. Vic looked at his replacement, who was already enthusiastically waving the fan. Vic put his hand on the blonde slave’s shoulder, who turned to look at him, ensuring not to cease the fanning.
“Please. Look after her for me.” The two exchanged understanding nods before Vic dashed towards the ladder as fast as his feet could scurry over the soft, uneven field of pillows.
Tomorrow was going to be the happiest day of his life.
couldnt be more awsome x3)
Storry by burnicus ----> Zuzana story for BigBig
make sure to read his stuff !!! x3
The purple velvet shifted and buckled beneath Vic’s feet as Zuzana shifted on her massive throne. Using the fan as a counterweight, he only just managed to keep his balance, but the shiny gold finish of the fan’s pole squeaked as it slid from his sweaty grasp. Vic had to throw himself onto the plush cushion to catch it before it clattered to the floor dozens of feet below. He quickly stood up and returned to his duty of keeping the goddess cool. He hoped she hadn’t witnessed his blunder, but of course, she was too busy feasting to pay him any real attention.
She was currently greedily stuffing the last few members of a large group of worshippers from a nearby village into her hungry maw, her belly so distended by its new inhabitants that it was nearly touching the floor, where several slaves were massaging it with a mixture of soothing lotions. Vic was jealous, he belonged back down there with the belly crew. Sure there was the risk of being crushed underfoot or under Zuzanna’s incredible belly itself, but the danger was worth it just to feel the smooth skin of his goddess beneath his fingertips. There was usually a giant rotary fan powered by a team of twelve slaves working together, but it had to be dismantled to make room for the new, larger feeding altar. He hoped that the engineers would hurry up and reassemble the contraption, but Zuzana had recently taken a liking to plucking them off the scaffolding and dropping them into her mouth, and her penchant for “builder berries” had slowed down work on the renovations.
The last few worshippers were being scooped up by the handful from the golden plate-like surface of the feeding altar. Some seemed jittery, like they were considering making a run for it down the marble steps, but very rarely could anybody resist the goddess’ allure, the long walk up to the altar was almost always a one-way trip. Vic hefted the weight of the heavy fan into his left hand to give his right arm a break, and contemplated how utterly bizarre it was that some foolish humans went against the will of the Goddess. It was an exceptionally rare occurrence, and none ever made it very far, the staircase was steep and slippery with no hand-rails, and nobody could fully resist her beauty. This gave Zuzana plenty of time to reach over and catch the offending individual, who would then become very intimately acquainted with her moist depths. Vic thought it was demonstrated how wonderfully generous Zuzana was, to still allow them to become one with her, even after their disobedience; she really was divine.
She took her time to savour the final sacrifice. She had begun the meal by asking each individual their name, and a little about themselves before ferrying them on an open palm to her mouth where they would willingly step in, as though hypnotised by her big, blue eyes. Vic had often dreamed of the day he would be offering himself to the Goddess, wondering what he’d even say to her in his brief moment in the spotlight of her attention. Although he understood it was not up to him, he selfishly hoped to be eaten during the portion of the meal where his taste could be individually appreciated by Zuzana, but only a very lucky few got such singular attention from the goddess, before her hunger made her too impatient to devour her followers a mere one at a time. As the last villager’s hands disappeared between her plump lips with an audible slurp that echoed around the cavernous temple, drowning out the soft harp music she was being serenaded by. Zuzana reclined on her throne and moaned, her eyes closed with contentment and ran her hands softly over her bulbous midsection, temporarily giving the hard-working belly crew a well-earned respite. Vic doubled his fanning efforts, making sure he directed the breeze towards her lightly-freckled cheeks, wishing he was close enough to reach out and stroke them, to whisper into her ear how much he adored her and appreciated spending every day in her magnificent presence.
Vic froze and dropped his fan out of shock when she opened her eyes, her attention suddenly focused solely on him. He felt his heart fluttering as Zuzana’s massive hand gingerly lifted him up and deposited him gently on the crest of her gut. Immediately he threw himself to his knees, prostrating himself before her and kissing her tightly-stretched skin passionately; he could feel the writhing mass of villagers beneath the taut surface.
“What is your name, slave?” she asked, smiling down at him.
“It’s Vic, my Goddess.” He could scarcely believe she was addressing him.
“Well then, Vic, I have a special job for you.” her voice was like music to him.
“Anything for you, my Goddess.” He was trembling, a special mission from Zuzana herself. He had never even dreamed of such an honour!
“In the valley to the west of this temple should be a small town. You are going to tell them that the time has come for any volunteers to show their devotion to me.”
“I won’t fail you.” he vowed, tears of joy welling in his eyes. “I can never thank you enough for this opportunity; fulfilling your desires is the greatest pleasure in life.”
“Yes. It really is.” She dismissed him with a giggle, and delicately lowered him to the cushions of her throne. Vic started towards the ladder, but his eye was caught by the discarded fan, lying between two pillows.
“My Goddess!” he shouted out, desperately hoping she would hear him.
“Yes Vic? Is there a problem?” she replied, distractedly eyeing up one of the masons who was currently sculpting a silhouette of a shackled slave into one of the columns.
“My only wish is that I could go on my quest, but still remain here to keep fanning. Are you sure you won’t get overheated in my absence?”
“Awww, that’s sweet of you to worry.” she said with a warm smile. Vic’s heart burned with pride at the compliment. “I’ll have someone else take care of that while you’re gone.” she grabbed one of the members of the belly crew and dropped the young, blonde slave by Vic. “Because of your thoughtfulness, if you make it back with at least three hundred sacrifices in time for my dinner feast tomorrow, you will have the honour of being the first offering I enjoy.”
“You are too generous, my goddess!” he cried, already planning to bring back at least double what she asked for.
“Now go.” she decreed, as she seized an unwary mason and tossed him carelessly into her mouth. Vic looked at his replacement, who was already enthusiastically waving the fan. Vic put his hand on the blonde slave’s shoulder, who turned to look at him, ensuring not to cease the fanning.
“Please. Look after her for me.” The two exchanged understanding nods before Vic dashed towards the ladder as fast as his feet could scurry over the soft, uneven field of pillows.
Tomorrow was going to be the happiest day of his life.
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Big can you draw a part 3 to this with zuzka nomming some Giants/giantesses/preds xD I wana see that bellah full