Pádraigín was extremely nervous, for today was her nineteenth birthday. It was customary for nineteenth birthdays to be celebrated by the whole village. Also customary was the official "birthday suit", which was the main source of Pádraigín's worry. She called her two maids over to inspect her body paint for the twentyfirst time, much to their chagrin.

"'tis perfectly fine, Pá," they said, "You always look so beautiful, even more so today."

"Are you sure?" Pádraigín asked, "I don't think that the markings on my breasts and tummy are quite symmetrical, and I have to impress Patrick. If I don't, father will kill me!"

With a defeated sigh, the larger of the two maids grabbed a mirror and used it to inspect the body paint on the giantess's soft skin. "'tis well, Pá," the maid said, "'sides, if one were to think, young master Patrick would be too busy admiring you to show the slightest interest in errs."

"What about my back?" asked Pádraigín.

"The clouds in the sky show jealousy towards your markings, Pá," said the smaller maid in her reassuring, soft voice.

"But, my bum was itchy," said Pádraigín, tears welling in her eyes, "and I scratched it! Oh, please tell me I didn't ruin it!"

The larger maid patted her on the head. "Do not worry, we have told you that only the waters of the earth move the markings toward oblivion."

The smaller maid gently massaged her master's soft, squishy side with one hand and wiped away her tears with the other. "Do not fret over these things, Pá," she said, "the village finds you radient, no matter what happens."

"Oh, thank you so much, guys," Pádraigín said.

The maids bowed to her, and left to help out the other servants prepare the festival. A few minutes later, a shriek rose out of Pádraigín's room, and the two rushed back to serve their master's next request.

"Oh, God!" Pádraigín cried out, "My hair! I don't think Patrick could hold onto it, and if he falls and hurts himself, father will be pissed!"

Patrick was dressed in his fanciest outfit, eager to see how pretty Pádraigín's dress would be. He lay on a large, stone bench, the closest one to the stage. A sign on the side of this bench read, "NOTICE: A human is sitting here. Show caution and respect!" So far, the only two giants who dared to sit on the bench were Pádraigín's two loyal maids. Patrick loved their company; they were some of the only giants who have shown him respect.

Patrick was feeling extremely doubtful about his future marriage with Pádraigín. Sure, he felt strong sexual attraction toward her, but he felt that she was only a good friend, not someone he'd want to marry. Whenever he got an erection from just thinking about her, he thought poorly of himself. Even worse were the dreams that were constantly swimming in his mind. In some, Pádraigín lovingly squished him with her large buttocks; in others, she teased him with her gorgeous feet, and Patrick would simply look at her beautiful sole and ejeculate. Anyone would have said that these were sweet, lovely dreams, but no one would understand that sickening, hollow feeling Patrick felt when he awoke.

Patrick was too busy thinking about these things to notice that Aella was about to sit on him.

Aella squirmed with delight once she sat on the bench. "Ooh," she moaned, "These rich guys have some really tickly seats!"

Ealanor came in beside her, wearing overalls instead of her hunting garb. "It's a stone, Aella. They can't make it tickly!"

Aella clenched her large, muscular hams together, giving Patrick even more discomfort. "You're just upset that you're wearing a ridiculous farmer's outfit!" she chirped, "I bet you're just boiling with envy because I'm wearing my super-kickass thong!"

"Mmuh," said Patrick, "Mmehmooff mme?"

"I don't need the hunting suit!" said Ealanor, "I already have a boyfriend, I don't need to show off my ass to anyone!"

"Mmihd grehmuy muhmreesheeabe ib miff moo geff moff mof mme," Patrick said, trying to wiggle his way out.

Aella clenched her buttocks together again, moaning with delight. "Oohhh, damn!"

Two giants moved to a bench behind her. "Hey!" whispered Ealanor to Aella, "This is your chance!"

Aella was snapped out of her orgasmic state. "What do I do?" she asked.

"Flirt, flirt!"

Aella turned her upper body and head toward the two giants. "Oh, boys!" she called out. The giants were snapped out of their conversation, and looked at her. "I was so lonely, tonight! And," Aella started to trace a heart shape on her butt, "My big booty needs some lovin'!"

The giants shared a disturbed look for a moment, and returned to their original conversation.

Aella's face turned bright red with anger, and she rose from her seat. Patrick felt a brief moment of intense pressure, but he soon noticed that his unknowing tormentor was starting to stand up. "I'm... free," he said. He began to cheer and holler as loud as he can, attracting Ealanor's attention.

Ealanor's eyes drifted toward Aella's bottom, and saw a human sandwiched between her muscular glutes. "Uh, Aella..." she started.

Aella stomped toward the two giants and began to give them a piece of her mind. "Hey, idiots!" she started, "The fuck is wrong with you? A total babe hits on you and you just ignore her!" The giants stared at her. "Don't you two want to do things to me?"

The first giant, who had blond hair, said, "Not interested."

The other giant, who had brown hair that partly covered his eyes, said, "I'm fine on my own."

"Look, if the two of you aren't erect and slobbering over me in five seconds," Aella growled, "I. Will. Stab. You. Got it?"

Five seconds went by. The brown haired giant shrugged and said, "Whatever." The blond giant's face didn't change, but Aella noticed something clearly phallic under his loincloth.

"Ha!" she shouted, pointing at his pants, "You've got a total boner over me!"

"It's not a boner," said the blond giant, pulling out a scroll from his loincloth, "It's... a momento."

Aella returned to the bench, sad and defeated. "Uh, Aella," started Ealanor, "There's so-"

"Not now, Ealanor!" barked Aella, on the verge of tears.

"But it's really super important!"

Aella pouted. "If it's something incredibly stupid, or about those morons, I don't want to hear it!"

Ealanor blushed and said, "There's a human in your butt."

There was an awkward silence. Aella grinned, and said "Nice try. That joke's too old to work."

"No, really." said Ealanor, completely serious, "You know I suck at jokes. There is a human. In your butt."

Aella, to Ealanor's complete horror, crashed down on the bench. "Yeah, right. If there were a human in my butt, they would certainly make themself known!"

Patrick, bruised and angry, kicked at Aella's sensitive regions, causing all of the color to drain from her face. "Oops," she said stupidly.