Margaret was in a foul mood this morning. If it wasn't bad enough that her leopard husband and his coworkers had making noise all night watching their little game—and a good bit afterwards if she wasn't mistaken—Trevor had woken her up again early this morning when he went to get ready for work. Though she stayed in bed for an hour afterwards trying to get at least enough shuteye to make her headache disappear, she only kept tossing and turning without end, even after Trevor was gone and the house was silent.
Once the sunlight intruded into their bedroom, the rhino woman gave up and rolled her ass out of bed. The floorboards creaked as they took on her weighty body, and with half-shut eyes she lumbered out the door. After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up and take care of business, she lumbered down the hall and into the living room, where Trevor had left an unwelcome surprise for her.
It seemed he and his friends hadn't bothered cleaning up after themselves, not last night and certainly not this morning. Bottles of beer lay on the couches, table, and floor, along with emptied bags of chips and a diverse assortment of crumbs. Unbelievable! As if she hadn't talked to him about the importance of cleanliness many times before. He probably expected her to fix this mess for him again, huh? Well, she would, but after today he'd be sleeping on the couch for weeks!
Walking up to the side of the couch, Marge grabbed the ends of the bed sheet they had left there and flapped it furiously up and down to throw off all the crumbs on it. There must have been something else inside, though, because after the first flap she heard several somethings shout as they were launched in the air and fell all over the floor. Margaret was confused, until she looked at the couch and saw what, or rather who, had been lying under the blanket.
It had slipped her mind this morning, what with the headache and everything, that Trevor worked in a company with both anthro and human workers. He had graciously brought them over for the watch party game in the spirit of camaraderie, which was all well and good except he'd apparently forgotten to take them back. Now the little critters were all over her couch and her floor, and probably under those pillows too if the sounds were any indication.
Margaret had always thought humans were cute as heck. The little things were just four inches tall as anthros saw things—the perfect size to pick up and cuddle—though they insisted they were actually normal size and that her kind was a hundred feet tall.
It tickled her to think of herself as some huge giantess, and normally she tried to be a gentle if playful one for the little humans, but today she was not in the mood. “Well ain't that great,” she sighed, then raised her hands and clapped twice, loud enough to be heard from the other end of the house. “Rise and shine, boys! I figure it's time y'all were gettin' to work, don't ya think?” The humans groaned and stirred. By the look of things they were barely awake. Probably nursing some nasty hangovers from last night, if the bottles all around were any indication.
“Look, I'm gonna have myself some breakfast, and once I'm done I 'spect you boys to be up and movin' for the door, else I'll be throwin' you out, y'hear?” She didn't wait for a reply before heading to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. When she returned, wearing a modest sea foam dress and armed with a whole slew of cleaning supplies, half the humans seemed to have gone back to sleep, while the other half were up and shuffling along at such speeds that they would surely reach the front door in half an hour or so, if they ever remembered where it was.
“Still at it, huh? Well I warned y'all, so I don't wanna hear no complainin'.” Leaning over the couch, her plump belly resting on the back, Margaret collected the humans still on it. One by one they felt her thick, wrinkled fingers pull them off the couch and curl around them with enough strength to force out an airy wheeze, before getting tossed in a small plastic bag she'd brought along. They were seven men in total, but that hardly made a dent in their numbers. Had Trevor brought every last human guy in the office? He'd be in big trouble once his boss learned about it, same as all these boys. Maybe that'll teach them responsibility.
Margaret went and dumped this first batch of humans on the porch before heading back for more. Boom, boom, boom! The 600 ton rhino rattled the guys with every step, especially the ones that hadn't found their balance yet. One in particular, a certain Rob Haley, was knocked on his ass by the shaking. He still wasn't used to working with anthros, so when he saw her walking right towards him, he froze up and stared blankly at her, lost in his own fear and awe. He didn't think to do anything about it until she was almost on top of him, but his shout of “Mrs. Rhino!” was cut short when her foot fell right on him.
BOOM! The anthro's leathery sole was softer yet heavier than anticipated, like being buried under a thousand mattresses. His limbs splayed under pressure, his whole body buried deep in that broad, grey skin. Rob wasn't doing too good on the wakefulness front to start with, so after that blow he plumb passed out, and stayed that way as “Mrs. Rhino” kicked back her foot to check what she'd stepped on. When she saw that man stuck on her sole like gum to a shoe, she snorted a laugh and set her foot back down. Of all the things littering her floor, a human was probably the least disgusting thing to step on. Besides, they surely deserved it for the big mess they made.
Margaret stepped on him a bunch more times while she cleared the other couches of every little critter, and after dumping them outside, where the first batch seemed busy figuring out how they'd be getting to work today, she peeled him off her foot and dropped him with the others.
Fifteen down and still, like, forty more to go, but at last Margaret was feeling up to the task. She returned to the living room to clean up all the beer bottles next, leaving the remaining humans for later—though if any of them happened to be in her way, she was ready to step on them and keep them stuck to her soles in the meantime. Afterwards she took all the bottles outside and dumped them in the trash, then scraped four more humans off her soles and onto the doorstep.
After seeing her step on their companions, a bunch more guys had made their way to the door on their own, and she held it open for them while they stepped out, but some more of them had taken to hiding instead, crawling under the couches. Did they think she wouldn't notice? Well, let them think so for now. At least they stayed out of her way while she vacuumed the crumbs off the couches and wiped them off the coffee table. Then once she was done with that, she got the broom and shoved it under the center couch, dragging out a half-dozen hungover men. They scattered every which way as soon as the broom was off them, but that huge bristled monster soon came back to herd them away. “No, no, wrong way boys! You need to run this way!” Margaret kept sweeping them until they got the hint and ran for the door. Some careful stomping right behind them was all it took to make them keep up the pace, and when she opened the door they ran right out.
She dealt with the humans under the other couches in the same way. That was all of them that she could see, so then she moved on to sweeping and mopping the floor, and dealing with all the stains. Only, once she was finished and putting everything away, she noticed a pair of her pink panties out in the hall. Margaret didn't remember leaving them out—she never left her panties anywhere but her drawers or the laundry basket. It was a mystery how they'd wound up there, until she noticed the two small lumps moving so very slightly under the fabric.
Gary and Jacob felt their hearts race. It had seemed such a good idea to scurry into the anthro's bedroom and steal the biggest pair of panties any of them had ever seen straight out the laundry bin. They'd be legends in the office, probably win themselves a few rounds of beers if they managed to bring it out. Right now, though, they'd settle for making it out alive.
They could see little of the outside world from under the waistband—just enough to know Margaret was standing right over them—so when she turned those big stompers around, they thought they were in the clear. They certainly didn't expect to be caught under a few hundred tons of rhinoceros bum.
WHOMPH! It hit them like a goddamn mountain, knocked the daylights out of them. They barely clung to consciousness while Marge twisted her ass left and right, grinding down those little perverts with a laugh. “How do you like this, boys? You seemed like pretty big fans of my butt, so thought I'd introduce ya.”
By the time she finished with them they looked pretty darn flat, and Margaret had to peel them off the floor and carry them away. She tossed them out with the others, who had finally gotten off her porch and were now loitering on her lawn. Marge grabbed her hose and squirted them down to the sidewalk before heading back inside, satisfied with her work. It was so nice to see the living room shining clean again, and without any of those irresponsible little men hanging around. Those two were the last of them, right? She searched all over the living room and kitchen, and checked the hall, bathroom and bedroom again, putting her panties back in the laundry while she was at it. When she was certain there were no more men around, she plopped down on the couch with a glass of water and the TV remote. Soon she was watching her show, her foul mood and headache gone with all the clutter and humans. How nice it was to not have any more messes to clean up!
But while she was pining over the dreamy Dr. Edison, a faint voice caught her ears, and after looking around the room, she found the source of it right beside her. An arm poked out from between the couch cushions, and a tiny face was barely visible in the gap. “Help. Please, help,” the human croaked, waving his arm at her. He looked and sounded so helpless it moved her to pity, and she carefully slipped her fingers in the gap and pulled him out. He lay in her palm afterwards. “Are you alright, boy?” she asked. For once the word was almost appropriate; this human was younger than all the others from the party, barely a man by the look of him. Handsome too, if a bit too thin for rhino standards. He hardly moved, but he did nod in response, which made her relieved. “What's your name?”
“It's Johnny, Ma'am.” His body numb after all his time lost in the couch, Johnny struggled even to sit, his every movement bringing pins and needles over most of his body. “Thank you for saving me,” he said, blushing as he made looked at the rhino's kindly face. She held him level with her belly, just above her lap, so it was hard for his eyes not to be drawn to her huge chest. Luckily she didn't notice.
“You're welcome. But call me Margaret, pumpkin.”
“O-okay... Margaret.” The way she smiled at him after that made his heart race, and not out of fear. Why did he feel this way? She was a married woman—not only that but an anthro bigger than the apartments where he lived. Probably old enough to be his mom, too. She was hot all the same, though. He'd never been this close to an anthro woman before, and so far it was proving to be quite the experience.
“Now tell me, what were you doin' in my couch? Were you hiding in there? Give me the truth, pumpkin; I promise I won't get mad.”
“No, I wasn't hiding. The truth is, I got shoved in there last night by some of the guys. I'm an intern, you see, and I only joined a couple weeks ago, so they've been doing some... hazing, I guess.”
“They left you there all night? And they didn't even help you out this mornin'?” Margaret looked aghast. She moved her thumb closer, and softly stroked his leg with it. “Men can be such animals!”
“It's fine, really. Perfectly normal.” He tried to say more, but she put a finger to his mouth with surprising gentleness.
“Shush, you; I don't wanna hear ya defendin' those brutes. Should've stomped 'em harder, if I knew what they'd done. You need anythin', dear? A ride to work, maybe? I'm so sorry I didn't notice you sooner, or I'd've pulled you right out.”
“It's fine, really. And I don't have work Mondays, so I'm free today.”
“Then how about you stay here with me this mornin'? Let me treat ya nice to make up for what those animals did to you, poor thing.” Was it his imagination, or was she being a bit too... flirty? She couldn't really be into him, not when she was barely the size of her fingers, right?
... Aw, to hell with it. Whatever she thought of him, she was a kind and lovely woman, and he surely deserved some time in her company after spending the night stuck in the sofa. He was too flustered to answer, but she knew his thoughts by the look on his face, so she turned him around and, lying lengthwise on the couch, set him down between her chest and belly, resting her hand on his legs.
Johnny was stunned. The strength of that hand, the softness of her dress and body, the floral scents hanging in the air and especially in the fabric—it was like he'd died and gone to heaven, and fallen in the hands of an angel. He was so in love.
Margaret stroked his legs beneath her fingers, barely paying attention to her show for a while. When she let him go, she felt him crawl down along her belly, to lie down in the middle of that big mound, his little arms spread out to hug as much of it as he could reach.
It was amazing how far it moved with her every breath, lifting him like he weighed nothing. To think he was scarcely more than a bug to this woman, yet still she treated him so kindly. Now he finally understood why some humans chose to live as the pets of anthros like her.
“Enjoyin' my body, pumpkin?” Margaret's voice made him sit and look back at her. Had he gone too far? That's what he feared, but she still had the same gentle smile as before. “Don't be shy about it. A woman my age appreciates knowin' she can still catch the eye of a handsome young man.” Johnny couldn't hide his blush this time, but maybe there was no reason to do so. Her hand moved towards him again, and with a single fingertip she pushed him down on his back and pinned him against her softness. “So ya like big bellies, huh? What about big butts? 'Cause I got one here with your name written all over it.” Her finger scooped him up and held him above her face while he clung to the mighty grey digit. “What's your answer, pumpkin? You in or out?”
Margaret blew on him, ruffling his hair with her minty fresh breath. “I, I, I...” He stammered without end. God, she was too much for him! Margaret just laughed and rolled over on the couch.
“Here, enjoy the best seat in the house! Just don't do anythin' too naughty, y'hear? I am a married woman.” You wouldn't think she was, the way she dropped him between her cheeks and pushed him halfway down her crack, then giggled like a minx some fifty feet away.
Johnny was a bit tense at first, but after a while he relaxed into his little nook. Later he climbed out, wanting to see for himself how big her cheeks were. As he perched atop her left one, he stood in awe of them both. Just one of those shapely beauties was bigger than his whole bedroom; together they seemed a huge playground for him. He spent some time walking over them, taking in the softness of the ground and the depth of her curves, while also admiring the thick, gorgeous legs on one side and Margaret's strong back and shoulders and oddly handsome face on the other, until at last he lay down to enjoy her body while watching her morning talk show.
Though it had been a stressful morning for the both of them, and certainly for him, in the end everything had come up smelling like roses. Now the young man and the towering middle-aged housewife could relax all morning long in good company, each enjoying the other's attention and cuddling together for hours to come.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
A rhino housewife cleans up after her husband and the tiny human coworkers he brought over, and finds a little one in need of her care.
RATING: PG
TAGS: F/m, Brobdingnagian, Furry, Feet, Breasts, Butt, Maternal, Gentle
RATING: PG
TAGS: F/m, Brobdingnagian, Furry, Feet, Breasts, Butt, Maternal, Gentle