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Mitchell woke up in a pit of fatigue, head, limbs, and body beneath something like a boulder. His eyes fluttered open to the image of pure fuzz, a disjointed conglomerate of thatched ceiling and crossbeams. They were not recognized as such, not until his battered gray matter could start processing images. It came very slowly, each second bringing an added ache or discomfort. The floor beneath him was ungiving, pressed into his back, shoulders, and buttocks. He felt the scrape of wood on his skin, the first inkling that he was nude. More followed when an errant breeze swept through his crotch fur and made his penis shrivel deeper into his body. Once the world was beginning to materialize, he tried to move. He could not lift his head as much as an inch, nor remove his hands from beneath his back. They were tied together at the wrists, and so were his ankles. Trying to lick his lips betrayed the gag that was tied around his mouth.

“Nph… Nnn…" His eyes squinted through the effort of recalling where he was and how he'd gotten there. [i]Camera… The riverbed… From the middle of the water… Wiggling ears…[/i] The more he concentrated on such incongruent images the more he felt a pulsing ache stab into the back of his neck. “[i]Nph![/i]" It felt like a needle was being driven into him. It came in waves, that solid point relaxing at one moment, then drilling deeper with malicious intent the next. “Hnnn… Hnnnnn…" With more strength falling into his muscles, he could try squirming a little. The ropes were oppressively tight. Just moving his arm one way would pull the other along with it just as far. It chafed the skin. The gag around his mouth forbade anything louder or more coherent than a miserable grunt.

“Hey. I think he's awake."

The voice, a female's, ripped whatever torpor Mitchell had left. He turned his head to the left and saw the rest of the room, a bamboo hut with a solid floor and small, open windows. Standing near the walls opposite of him were two, towering hippos, both women, armed with spears and wearing kunai grass necklaces. They were appropriately enormous for their size, baring their enormous round bellies and titanic bosoms without modesty. They began walking over to him, their feet thudding on the floor like miniature earthquakes, rattling Mitchel where he lay.

Whatever sedative had kept him paralyzed did not mute his growing terror as he saw them approach. He tried squirming away, only to be shadowed by their enormous bodies on both sides. Looking up he saw their glowering expressions coming through the gap in their breasts. He absorbed their contempt, huddled between their feet, mouth full of cloth, bracing for them to skewer him with their spears or crush him with their bodies.

He yelped when they bent over and reached for him. He did not suffer the crush of their collective grips but was scooped underneath his armpits and hoisted into the air. The G-forces made his head slump as he was lifted. The space between his toes and the floor felt like a chasm. Muscles still weak, that crater of pain in the back of his neck still throbbing, he was forced to watch the feet of his two captors chug alongside his limply hanging legs. His body was clamped between their hips, forced to withstand the bump and grind of their glutes. The floor conveyed beneath him in a series of blurred boards up until they made it to the door. It opened to a downpour of bright African sunlight, turning Mitchell's pale skin into a glow. The guards carried him outside. Still, he could not lift his head to see the landscape around him, but others saw him. He heard the gasp of a woman followed by hushed chatter.

“There he is!"

“They got him!"

“Where's he going?"

“They're taking him to her."

“What's gonna happen to him?"

“I don't wanna know…"

Mitchell could only listen to their morbid guesses in grim silence. He suspected that they were hippos too, and that he'd found himself in a tribe of their kind. [i]But why? How?[/i] Memories before his waking up on the bamboo floor were still hazy. [i]Camera… Wiggling ears… Where's my camera?[/i] Nowhere near where he was, that was for certain. Probably abandoned in some mud puddle or crushed within the grasp of some curious hippo.

His escorts stopped at a building and shoved the front door open. A hum of conversation turned quiet as Mitchell was dragged inside. Besides the disciplined footfalls of his two captors there was the crackle of torchlight and gentle whispers, predictions of his fate, no doubt. They came to a halt in what felt like the center of the room. Mitchell's head was still hung, unable to look at anything besides the ornate carpet he was hovering over.

The guard on his right spoke. “Your Majesty, we've brought the prisoner."

“I see that," responded a sarcastic, female voice. “Is he alive?"

“Yes ma'am."

“It don't look like it."

“The sedative is still wearing off."

“Then why didn't you wait until it was done?"

“Your orders were to bring him when he woke up."

A scoff. “You call that awake? I hate to see what you call asleep."

Mitchell could only listen, his imagination concocting effigies both terrible and benign of the woman his escorts spoke to. Another hippo most likely, definitely their leader. The way she spoke was not authoritative but sassy and full of mirth, not what he'd expect out of any tribal leader.

“Let me see his face again," she commanded.

Mitchell felt a meaty hand clutch at his hair. His head was yanked upwards like a man being interrogated. The floor whipped away, and he finally laid eyes on his hostess. She was seated horizontally across a throne bedecked with the ornaments of her tribe. It was not the regal posture he expected. Her immensely thick legs hung over one armrest while her lower back was propped up on the one opposite. Being a hippo, she was appropriately massive, bigger than even the two guards forcing Mitchell to look at her. Her ass spilled over the sides of the throne which seemed ready to collapse under her weight. Her breasts were massive, each one heavier than Mitchell on their own. One sagged down the upper slope of her tummy, the other right atop it. As massive as her frame was, she was able to squeeze herself into the confines of her throne in a manner that somehow looked comfortable.

Atop it all were gentle features looking at Mitchell quizzically. Dainty lashes swung above her attentive brown eyes, currently scanning the human who dared show up half-conscious and confused. “So, you're the one that came and wandered up in my territory tryin' to snap some pictures, huh?"

Mitchell blinked his eyes a few times. They were still heavy like the rest of him, as if dunked in a pool of molasses. He tried smacking his lips, but the cloth gag was in the way. The most he could muster was a weak groan. “Ahh…"

“Take them ropes off him!" the leader demanded. “He ain't goin' nowhere. Take the gag out and put him down too."

The guards shared a reluctant look with each other before letting go of Mitchell's hair and gently lowering him to the floor feet-first. He was laid on his side so that both guards could untie his ropes and pull the gag off. Freedom poured into his limbs like a surge of energy. He rolled onto his back and rubbed his afflicted wrists. Though he could move slowly, doing so filled him with the euphoria of an innocent man released from prison.

“Can you stand up?" asked the leader.

Before he could answer he received a swift kick in the thigh. “The matriarch asked you to stand!"

“[i]Hey![/i]" snapped the “matriarch". “I did not! I just asked him if he could!" She dismissed the two guards with a vehement flick of her hand. “Y'all two get away from him! Y'all doin' the most, I swear."

The two guards shuffled away bitterly, leaving Mitchell in the center of the floor in front of everyone. “Now, can you stand?" she repeated.

Mitchell pushed himself up into a stilted sitting position with his scrawny white legs stretched out before him. His thigh rang from where he'd been kicked, but it wasn't hurt. He tried answering her but realized how dry his mouth was. He gulped and croaked, “I don't think so, ma'am. Still… weak."

If she felt any sympathy, she didn't show it. “Alright. You can sit right there, then."

Mitchell nodded. “Yes ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

She shook her head. “Mm-mmm. Don't thank me yet, 'cause we ain't started yet." She shifted her position on the throne, sitting upright to assume the posture Mitchell would've expected from a leader. He could better gauge how big she was now that her torso was up against the backrest of the throne.

[i]8-9 feet[/i], Mitchell estimated. [i]Perhaps just as wide, or at least that ass is.[/i]

His focus on her obstreperous posterior was torn away by a curt series of finger snaps. “Ah, ah. Eyes up here, darlin'."

He jerked his gaze up to hers. “Sorry…"

“Look at the matriarch inappropriately again and it's your head," growled a guard somewhere behind him.

“No, let him look. I think he'll be seein' a lot more in just a little bit." She leaned forward in her throne towards him. “That is, if he tells the truth. You will tell us the truth, won't you honey?"

He gulped and nodded as hard as he could, making himself lightheaded. “Yes, your majesty."

She smiled sweetly. “Good. You can start off by tellin' us your name."

That wasn't an easy start, but Mitchell figured correctly that there was no point in lying. “Mitchell, ma'am."

“Mitchell? Just Mitchell?"

He gulped. “Yes ma'am."

She seemed to accept that and nodded. “Alright. Mitchell, I'm Gloria. I think you've put it together by now, but this is my tribe." She gestured to the room and by extension the village around her.

Mitchell gazed at the many hippos that surrounded him. They were all females. They varied in age but not in size. Each one was obtuse in her girth and weight, ready to crash through the floor beneath them, it seemed. They hardly wore any clothes beyond loin cloths or grass skirts. A handful, including Gloria, were totally bare. [i]A matriarchal society,[/i] Mitchell noted with a giddy smirk. [i]Just like I thought. [/i]

More snaps brought his attention back to Gloria. “Don't worry about them, sweetheart. Only gal you've gotta focus on right now is me, alright?"

He grew serious. “Yes ma'am."

“Alright, now do you remember what you were doing before we knocked you out?"

Mitchell blinked twice. He was still putting together the meaning of the term “knocked out" when the memories started becoming more concrete. “My… my camera," he muttered.

Gloria tilted an ear at him. “What was that?"

“My camera," he repeated. “I was holding my camera. At the pond… I… I'm a photographer."

“Are you now? Well, that would explain this." Gloria nodded towards another hippo who was cradling something in her arms that was covered in a white cloth. She came over and put the bundle on the floor between them and removed the cloth. There was Mitchell's camera, lens still attached, uncracked and unbroken, so it seemed.

His heart leapt at the sight of it. “My camera!"

“Yeah, we know it's your camera," Gloria said. “We saw you snappin' pics of our watering hole like you were tryna catch us doin' somethin'."

“No, no, no. Gloria, ma'am, I'm a wildlife photographer. I take pictures for a living."

“I hope you would, with a big ol' hunk'a equipment like that. You could beat someone over the head with that thing."

He cringed. “Please don't."

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why? You got sensitive stuff on there you need to show someone?"

“No. I mean, nothing sensitive. I get paid a lot for those photos. Some of the best I've ever taken in my entire career are on there." They were flooding back to him now. He was at the pond, half-hidden in the grass. He'd been hiding around there for a week now, following the local herds and the pod of hippos that lived there (or at least where he thought they did). He remembered taking one of the best shots of a hippo he ever had. At the center of the pond, he saw one rise to the surface. Its crown rose like the sun out of the horizon, those prehensile flipper ears whipping nonchalantly as its visor peeled into view. It seemed to be looking right into the camera, at him.

Now that he thought about it, that was the very last thing he remembered before the world stopped.

“I took a picture of a hippo," he said aloud, more to himself than anyone else. “They were looking right at me. I was so focused…" He trailed off.

“So focused you didn't see a nine-foot hippo walkin' up on you with a blow dart," she said, smugness dripping off her.

Now that she said it out loud it was pretty embarrassing. “Yeah…"

“And who's usin' those pictures?"

“Oh, just the magazine I work for."

He was met with a cocked eyebrow. “A magazine, huh? And what's this magazine about?"

He thought that was an odd question. “Uh… Nature and the wildlife that lives in it." [i]What else would it be about?[/i]

She pursed her lips and nodded. “Mmhmm, and what kind of readers you get? Poachers?"

Mitchell felt a dagger of fear stab into his sternum. “No! Not at all. It's for people who love wildlife. We don't cater to those people."

The way she twisted her lips showed him that she wasn't convinced. “Funny you say that. Been an awful lot of them poachers comin' here takin' shots at us for our pelts. You show up takin' pictures right next to our village at the same time don't seem like no coincidence." She sat her elbow on the armrest and propped her head on it. “How do I know you ain't takin' pictures and showin' it to them so they know where to go?"

Mitchell shook his head hard enough to rattle the black curls on his head. He held his arms in front of him defensively, a pitiful attempt at holding the accusations at bay. “[i]No-no-no![/i] It's not like that! I've never met a poacher in my life! I hate poachers as much as you!" That was met with a room full of scowls, most bitingly from Gloria. “OK, maybe not as much as all of you do, but I really do hate them. I take pictures because I love nature! Other people do too. That's why I sell the pictures for them to see."

“OK, so you keep them away from poachers, right? You don't let them buy from you, do you?"

[i]Shit.[/i] “Well, I don't own the magazine, and even if I did I couldn't control who buys it. I…" His jaw started to twitch. A storm brewed in his gut and made his palms go clammy. “I'm just a guy taking pictures… I swear…"

Then a voice yelled out from behind him. “[i]We should take his head off![/i]"

It sparked an outcry among those who agreed and those who were opposed. The entire hut then abrupted in argument, giant hippos hollering and swearing while poor Mitchell could only crumple amidst them, the mystery of his fate hanging over him like a guillotine.

Gloria silenced them with a shout. “[i]Hey![/i] That's enough!"

The hut grew silent in an instant. Gloria's gaze fell back on Mitchell. “I believe you, sweetheart. I don't think you've been tryin' to help no poachers."

Mitchell felt a wave of relief so strong he almost fainted. He clapped his hands together in front of his face in a gesture of gratitude. “[i]Oh, thank you so much.[/i]"

“But…"

His countenance crumbled. [i]Of course there's a “but".[/i]

“I can't just have no humans wanderin' into our territory like that. My people are scared of you humans 'cause of what some of you do. If I let you in here without doin' anything to you it wouldn't look right. Understand?"

His hands fell into his lap, kneading each other listlessly. “Yes ma'am, I suppose…"

“Don't look so down about it. I ain't gonna kill you."

He peered up at her. “You won't?"

She shook her head. “Mm-mmm. But I am gonna put you to work. Make some use out of you while I got you."

“Anything," he said, emphasizing his point with his hands clasped together. “I'll do [i]anything.[/i]"

“Don't worry, honey," she said with a mischievous smile. “I know you will. Guards, bring him over here so I can get a good look at him."

The command was carried out in quick order. He heard two gargantuan sets of footsteps charge up to him before he was scooped up by the armpits and hoisted into the air again. Gloria, still smiling within her throne, grew larger to the point of colossus as he was marched towards her. With most of his strength back he could muster some squirms in his legs and shoulders. His feet glanced off the thighs of his two escorts harmlessly before aiming the soles at Gloria to hold her at bay. It was all fruitless. She held her arms out and he was chucked into her like a drunkard getting bounced out of a bar.

He collided with her belly, a Jovian globe of soft, malleable blubber which rippled and jiggled around his impact. The world went dark within her cleavage, an endless chasm of moist bosom-flesh where his entire head vanished. He latched to her gut on reflex to keep himself from tumbling off her to the floor. Even if he hadn't, there was a crushing hug from Gloria to hold him in place. Incredibly strong arms squeezed the life out of him. He sank deeper into her body, her great, soft flesh a measly balm to the robbery of his breath.

“Mmmmmm, nice 'n soft~" she cooed. Her voice buzzed in his ears, muffled as they were by her giant tits. Just when he thought this was how he was going to die she relaxed her death grip and pulled him from out her cleavage.

His face was flushed beneath a ragged mop of black curls. A deep inhale swooped into his gaped mouth. “[i]Guhhhhhhhhhhh![/i]" While stars danced in his vision he was laid over in her arms and cradled to the underside of her bosom. Both titanic breasts sat on him like a pair of over-laden wheat sacks. Their warmth blanketed him from the shins up. Her hand held him by the back of his head, sinking his face into the broad canvas that was the flank of her breast. He was able to breathe, at least, but doing so filled his lungs with her crisp flesh odor. One hand clung to her tit, if only to ensure he wouldn't fall from her matronly caress.

She wouldn't dare let him fall, not when he looked so adorable in her arms. His groans and gasps tickled. She put a stop to one of his struggles with a sweet but firm squeeze on his body. “Now, now. You better get comfy. Momma ain't done with you. I ain't even started yet." The hand holding his head played with his curls. “You humans are as delicate as they say. Bet I could squeeze the life out of you if I wanted to." As if she hadn't tried already. She crept the arm holding his body up his thigh and found his butt which she gave a tiny pinch. He jolted and made a tiny yelp sound. “Nah, I think I got a lot in store for you, sweetheart~"

Mitchell felt the world shift around him as Gloria stood up from her throne, still cradling him. She marched down the aisle, each footstep thundering across the floor and bouncing her buttocks behind her. “You two," she said to her guards. They snapped to attention. “Y'all follow me. We're gonna break in our new villager~" Mitchell let out a soft whimper. He could see out of the corner of his eye the hut pass by and blossom into the outside sunlight as Gloria carried him outside. He heard more gasps and whispers from the villagers which Gloria shushed. “Y'all mind ya own business. We gonna take care of him right now. Don't y'all worry."

There were a few tuts of sympathy. “Poor fella," said one woman. “They're gonna tear him in two."

Mitchell could feel the smile spread across Gloria's face. “Damn right, we will."

He was carried to another hut where the guards opened the door for them. The four stepped inside. Once the door was slammed behind them Gloria let go of Mitchell, sending him spilling to the fur rug below. He landed on his shoulder hard. “[i]Oof![/i]" It was a rough way to find out that the sensation had come back to his nervous system. Everything he experienced from here on out would be felt to their fullest extent.

Reeling from the impact, he rolled over onto his back with a groan. His eyes blinked open to see another thatched roof, standard by this point. He sat upright and noticed there was nothing else in the hut besides four walls and three, looming hippo women eying him hungrily from behind. With a gasp he pivoted on his butt to face them. He felt the heel of his foot bump into something. There was a rope on the floor. One end was tied to the floor at the corner of the rug. There was another rope across from it, and two others next to the other corners.

One for each limb.

“No! Wait!" he pleaded to the matriarch smirking down at him. “Hold on!"

“Hush, sweetheart," Gloria bit, silencing him promptly. “Ain't nobody gonna hurt you. Just lay back, relax, and let momma and her girls take care of you~" She started waltzing over to him, arms akimbo, that caravan of a backside swaying with each step.

Instinct made Mitchell scurry backwards, but he knew there was nowhere to go. He sucked his knees into his gut and curled into a ball to protect himself. A monolithic silhouette of feminine rotundity towered over him, those crisp brown eyes piercing him through the shadow that veiled her. Her legs were apart. He could see the crease between her thighs, a deeply buried line of pink between two chunky cunt lips.

“Lay them legs out for me, darlin'," she commanded smoothly. When his thighs remained glued to his tummy she made a command to her guards, eyes locked with him resolutely. “Grab him."

He could hardly squeak out a terrified “[i]No![/i]" before her cronies came storming from both sides of her towards him. They fell upon him like beasts, their mighty hands taking hold of his ankles and pinning them to the rug beside the ropes. Gloria acted just as swiftly. She took one step forward, craning her thick legs over so that they were astride his torso with her bottom hovering over his midriff. She came down on him like an anvil, that whole ass falling upon his stomach and once again heaving the air out of his chest.

“[i]Huuunnnnhhhhhh…[/i]" He wheezed.

She straddled him between her knees, that burning quim just above his navel. She did not apply all her weight- not yet at least -sparing him a shattered ribcage and spine. That terrific bust loomed over his face as she came leaning over him. Both tits landed on the sides of his head, smothering his mouth and leaving nothing but the upper half of his face exposed. He stared up at her, utterly mesmerized, ignorant of the guards tying up his ankles and then moving onto his wrists. All that mattered or even existed was the woman above him, that mountain of goddess that kept his every breath within her control.

“You be a good boy, now," she said in a tone low and deep. “Don't do nothin' stupid. Just let momma and her girls take care of you, OK sugar?"

Without a thought of disobedience even conceptualized in his mind, Mitchell nodded.

Her smile returned. “Alright." She sat upright, prying her tits from his face. “Tie up them arms."

They came around and carried out the order. His bondage was complete with all four limbs pulled out into an X shape. He was allowed some leeway; pulling his hands would make the rope go taut when it was a few inches off the rug. Doing so only tightened the knots. Even if he could somehow slip away, there wasn't anywhere he could go with three rowdy hippos ready to have their way with him.

Gloria rose to her feet and stepped aside. Her absence was swiftly filled by her two guards. They filed in from both sides. Mitchell tried pulling himself back into the fetal position to protect himself. The ropes denied him, and he was crushed between a double envelopment of hefty hippo at his flanks. The floor [i]whumpfed[/i] beneath them as they lay on their sides, swaddling his torso with their bellies and breasts. Like Gloria before them, they eclipsed his vision with themselves, his peripherals dominated by the forward curve of their tits. Each laid a beefy hand on his chest and gently raked him with their nails. Daring to meet their gazes he saw bitter expressions as if their caress of his supple white flesh was perfunctory and nothing else.

“H-hello again," he said within the canyon between them. When they didn't respond he told them, “I never did catch you girls' names."

“That ain't important," said the one on his left.

“Yeah," concurred her partner. “You just stay right there and keep quiet."

He gulped. “Yes ma'am."

“Y'all be nice," Gloria said from afar. “Tell him y'all's names."

They were both silent for a moment before obeying. “Mercedes," said the one on Mitchell's right.

“Tina," said the other. Mitchell would've said it was nice to meet them had it been any other circumstance.

“Good, now get him hard for me," commanded Gloria.

“Get me hard?" Mitchell asked. “Wait. How are you going to-?"

Mercedes cut him off by grabbing hold of his sex organs with just one hand, a cage of soft palm that made him gasp sharply. Fear and exposure had kept his penis shriveled into itself, but the moment Mercedes began kneading it and his scrotum he felt a surge of blood rushing into it, causing his limbs to rattle in their restraints.

“[i]Ahh! Ahhh! Ahahhhh…[/i]" Her gropes were firm to the point of painful. His orbs would roll between her fingers, knocking off one another and earning him a sharp gasp or huff. He lifted his head and saw the head of his penis beginning to peek from his foreskin. It slid and dragged across the lower portion of his tummy along with Mercedes' intense clutch. Seeing the tendons in her thick forearms bulge while his testes press against his scrotum filled him with an anxiety on par with when he thought the hippos would kill him.

That rosy, pink cock helmet breached the foreskin and approached his navel. Once long and hard enough Mercedes wrapped her fist around it and started jerking him sharply. Another sharp gasp sucked into him. His toes curled and his legs tried pulling into his body until the ropes went taut. The first pangs of delight jimmied into his loins, and his body started to beg for more.

A bloodred face winced and contorted between the two girls' chests. He moaned and whimpered, afraid of what would happen once his cock was erect. Tina distracted him by grabbing his jaw, mushing his lips and cheeks between her fingers. He was forced to look at her, and before he could make another noise, she launched an open-mouthed kiss on the lips. “Kiss" may not be the right word, as half of Mitchell's face disappeared into her jaws. The last thing he saw before his sight was smothered in snout was the hellacious display of curved hippo tusks that lined her jaws. Her lips puckered around his entire mouth and chin, damn near sucking his mandible right off his head. His eyes bugged in their sockets as a wallop of spit swarmed his mouth as she invaded it with her tongue. Huge, broad, and muscular, it fell upon his own like a locomotive, asserting and usurping all control. He felt the bristle of tastebuds scrape along his inner mouth as she swept it one way and then the other. The hand that had gripped his jaw fell down his neck, then to his collar and chest. It rubbed up and down, squeezing him in tandem with the push and jerk of her tongue.

“[i]Mmmm! Mmmmm! Hnnnnn![/i]" All his limbs jerked and squirmed against their ropes. The two girls were hardly bothered. His protests did nothing but encourage them. Mercedes strokes were more possessive. Even when it had finished growing into a dense pillar of flesh, she continued milking as much pleasure out of him as she could. Watching him struggle within Tina's suffocating kiss was even more satisfying.

Tina broke it with a very loud [i]mwop![/i] Threads of spittle the breadth of fingers stretched and then broke between their faces. All his face beneath the eyes was completely lathered. He gasped hard before going into a fit of hysteric coughs. More of Tina's spit flooded his mouth than his own, lingering with that fleshy mouth taste.

Tina circled her index finger around his chest while he regained his breath. Mercedes was done stroking him. Now she fondled his purse, rolling his man eggs around on her palm. “Looks like he's about hard enough now," Mercedes cooed in a tone very unlike the distaste she and her partner had been expressing from the very beginning.

“Yeah, can we get on to the next part?" Tina asked hopefully.

A scoff from Gloria. “Oh, so [i]now[/i] y'all want him so badly. Gonna break him before I even get a chance, hmm?"

Both shook their heads and told her “No ma'am."

“I'm just playin' with ya. Y'all go ahead."

Mitchell was still in a state of delirium. His eyes were still struggling to look straight when the two girls began shifting around him. For a moment the world was bright again as their chests floated out of his peripherals. He could see the ceiling again and was allowed a breath of air unsaturated by the smell of hippo woman. It would not be followed by another. As Tina and Mercedes migrated to his legs, Gloria appeared above him again, this time with her feet standing outside the flanks of his head. He could feel the floorboards sink beneath his skull. Distracting him was the sight of her cunny slit grinning down at him. Gloria herself gave him a cheeky smile, peering at him through her cleavage and past her belly. From just that distance Mitchell was subject to a fog of her nose-cringing arousal, currently building into a fever need curing.

“How's the view, honey?" she asked. One hand slid down her chalice with her two fingers in a V formation around her pussy. She rubbed her flower gently, splitting the lips and exposing her glistening pink petals.

Mitchell stared at it in wonder. “It's beautiful…" he muttered truthfully.

“Aww, how sweet. Why don't momma give you a closer look, then?" Gloria fell into a squat, and that gently pursed womanhood became the biggest thing he'd ever seen in his entire life. There was a creak of the floorboards as Mitchell thought his brains would be smashed, but she did not sit on him, not yet at least. Her cunt hovered within breathing distance of his lips, that hot girl flesh simmering in his nostrils and lungs when he inhaled. The outer rim of her buttocks hugged his upper face where he suffered the heat of her tailhole. He did not turn his head one way or the other, the assault on his senses, not altogether unpleasant, keeping him paralyzed.

Gloria cooed once she felt him settled within her buttocks. The tiny puffs of air against her feminism were like small jabs of delight. She helped herself by fingering herself, squelching the flesh immediately in front of Mitchell's mouth. “Mmmmm, that's a good boy. Stay right there where momma wants you." Her tail flicked above the upper corner of her buttocks. The tip whipped through his curls, tickling the inside of her mighty haunches. She heard the ropes stretch as Mitchell tried to grab her ass and hug it more tightly to his face. “Awww, you want momma do go down further, hmm?" A groan from down below. She felt him nod his head between her cheeks. “Well, alright. 'Cause you've been so good." Gloria let her feet slide backwards from underneath her.

[i]Whumpf![/i]

What little light Mitchell had left was vanquished in an instant, that avalanche of ass devouring his head in its entirety. His face went right up her crack, mushed into the bridge of skin between her pucker and pussy. That stenchy crater flexed on his brow while a quivering, moist trench splayed itself on his mouth. The weight of the world seemed to have fallen on him, and yet his cranium stayed intact. Sparing him from demise was the great cushion of Gloria's buttocks and her surprisingly feathery application of her body.

“[i]Nnnnnnnn! Mmmmmmmmm…[/i]" groaned the prisoner.

Gloria bit her lip and purred. One hand rested on Mitchell's tummy; the other fondled her breast. Those titanic hips did a tiny wiggle, making her haunches bounce off Mitchell's face which tilted back and forth in turn. “Yeeeeah, momma likes that. Mmmmm… Nice n' comfy. Yeah…" She spotted her two guards sitting by his legs, watching their matriarch grind her ass on the hapless human's face. “Well, what are you two waitin' for?" She nodded at his pecker. “Go ahead and give that thing of his some attention."

“Yes ma'am," they said in almost perfect unison, as if they thought she would never ask. Both came crawling up to him, their shoulders bouncing off each other as they converged.

“Easy," Gloria said. She'd achieved a slow rhythm of sawing her ass crack up and down. “Both of you use your mouths. Make sure he stays nice n' ready for us."

That was a wise decision given they probably would've torn him to shreds fighting over him. Mercedes hoisted his penis and aimed it at the ceiling. It was still hard like diamond, kept that way by Gloria's sensual grinding and rolling. Hippos have naturally massive mouths, and yet the guards were both able to plant a gentle kiss on the underside of his glans.

He twitched hard, curling his toes and pulling at the ropes. “[i]Mmm! Mmm! Mmm…[/i]" A steady tremble beset his muscles as the two women levied their licks and smooches on his pecker. With each scrape of their tongues he would moan and squirm. Mercedes kept her hand active, slowly pumping it from head to hilt. His foreskin would peel on and off his cock helmet, now shiny with a sheen of warm hippo spit.

Mitchell suffered their love as best he could. It served as a distraction from the colossus of woman whom held his face as a seat. Her ass veered on him up and down, detouring to perform a womanly orbit or grind that would drag his head along. Those two cavities made home on his features, no part of him going unmarked by their collective stench and fluids. With a forward hump she would plant her cratered asshole on his nose, tweaking it with a bossy clench. Coming back, it would be replaced by her flower, that grotesquely splayed portal which he would nearly drown in with every pass. He could only inhale when either his nose or mouth was free lest he burn his throat on a mouthful of pussy or a noseful of ass.

All three women enjoyed themselves on him, Gloria mostly. Her head swooned with delight, his every movement and breath an added notch to her arousal. She kept an eye on her guards as they gorged themselves on his pecker, an amusing sight given their hardcore attitude towards him just a few minutes ago.

“Mmm… Wanna have a go at him, huh?" Gloria asked them.

The answer came when they looked at her with puppy eyes from behind his dick before they even said anything. “Yes ma'am," Mercedes said, spit gobbing down her bottom lip, Mitchell's dick in hand.

Gloria chuckled. “I can see that. Mercedes, you go ahead and ride him 'til he pops. Pussy or ass, it don't matter."

A purr rolled out of Mercedes' throat. She glided one hand up Mitchell's stomach, through a thin trail of body hair. “I think I'll let him in the backdoor, if he don't mind~" As if he had a choice.

They heard a groan coming from Gloria's ass. “[i]Mmmmgggmmmmmm…[/i]"

“Sounds like a 'no' to me," Gloria said before silencing him with a clench and a squirm on his face.

Mercedes let out a happy tweet through her teeth. She kicked one stubby leg over Mitchell's body and straddled him by the thighs, facing Gloria. One hand cradled his erection, causing him to jerk slightly. She looked at Tina. “Do you think you can get the lard for me? He's big for a human," she noted while stroking him softly.

Tina stood up with a disappointed look on her face. “Alright, but I better get a turn on him," she said while making her way over to a nearby chest.

“Hush," said Gloria, currently in the middle of humping her ass up and down Mitchell's cunt-glazed visage. She patted his chest. “Why don't you grab a seat here and the two of us'll take care of you?"

Tina was opening the chest. She pulled out a small wooden jar and brought it over. “Alright, but I'm gonna get more out of him sometime later." She handed Mercedes the jar.

“Yeah, yeah. Now hush up and join us."

Mitchell was already smothered in hippo on two different parts of him. Gloria was continuing to swaddle his head in ass cheek while Mercedes kept his thighs pinned. Adding to the blanket of booty was Tina standing over him, feet on each side of his torso, then sitting down on his midriff, facing Mercedes. She could've crushed him. Sparing him such a face was her gentle application and the great double-mound of glute fluff that flattened out across his chest. He felt his ribs swell against her butt when he inhaled, a task that was already made difficult by the swamp of funk his face was trapped in.

“There we go~" Gloria cooed. She leaned forward and rested her chin on Tina's shoulder. Her two arms came around to fondle her breasts.

While the two of them began making out softly, Mercedes scooped out some lard from the jar and lathered it onto her hands. She went to work lathering it onto his penis with long, twisting strokes. Mitchell felt it like a lightning bolt up his spine. He could not writhe his torso, not with all that woman weight pinned to his entire body. The most he could do was curl his toes and continuing whimpering into Gloria's crack while Mercedes made sure he was nice and lubed.

Once he was Mercedes wiped the excess lard off on the rug below and aimed his penis at the ceiling. She hoisted her titanic rear end over it, aimed it at the puckered crater within her haunches, and slowly fell upon it. Rock hard flesh met tender muscle, and they both shivered. Mercedes' head fell to the side in a delightful swoon while Mitchell grunted and kneaded his fists. The pressure on his cock tip was intense. No matter the size difference, her tailhole required a significant amount of her weight to begin spreading around his pole. It did so slowly, and his glans slowly vanished until she swaddled it entirely.

The grip was merciless, white hot. It milked him for every inch that it slid down his pecker until at last she had him buried to the balls. Mercedes moaned softly and started to shake. Soft pants beat out of her mouth as she took some time to adjust to his girth. “Ohh… That's better than I thought it'd be. Mmmmm…" Her nubby hippo tail flicked happily. She began grinding on him, spreading that intense sensation into her womanhood which she fingered on instinct. “Ohh… Ohhh…"

Gloria chortled into Tina's mouth. “Enjoying yourself, Mercedes?"

She was already starting to ride him, gliding her taut donut up his shaft and then plummeting back down. “[i]Yeah… Goddamn... It's… Good. Mmmm…[/i]"

Gloria was happy for her, but she wasn't about to let Mercedes have all the fun. She whispered into Tina's ear. “You girls have fun with each other. Let me handle our friend downstairs."

Tina's pussy was on fire, an arousal driven by the jealousy of her partner riding the adorable human. She nodded. “Yes ma'am." Gloria let go of her so she could shift forward to slide her hand in between Mercedes' thighs. Their breasts flattened against one another's, stiff nipples bumping and tickling. Tina kissed her, and the two began making out. Mercedes returned the favor by reaching into her chalice and fingering her too. Soon the two lovers were murring into each other's maws, intimates squishing around their digits.

Mitchell had heard Gloria's command, though she whispered it. He heard everything she said with how firmly wrapped her ass was around his face. There was her heartbeat, those hurried breaths, the sighs of joy whenever a part of him would grind on her clit. When she told Tina that she would “handle our friend downstairs", Mitchell braced for the worst. Gloria made one final shift of her hind end, positioning that leathery pucker over his mouth.

“You know what to do, don't you?" Gloria said. “Be a good boy and give momma a taste~"

Mitchell had tasted enough. The raunchy flavors of her cavities had branded themselves on the back of his throat. His face simmered in the heat of it, sweating so much that his curls were plastered to his scalp and forehead. He'd suffered just about enough of Gloria's ass, and yet she demanded further tribute. Urging him was a wink of her pucker, a threat that she would resume grinding if he did not comply. Thus, he let his mouth open and protruded his tongue, introducing it to her wrinkled donut.

Gloria's spine snapped into a straight line. “Ooh! Yeah, sweety. That's it. Keep it up."

He did so slowly, forming a tight orbit around the hole's epicenter, feeling each individual wrinkle bump against the tip of his tongue. That odor, hot and fleshy, poured across his tastebuds and welled in his throat. His timid whimpers went unheard now that Gloria was herself sighing with delight. With Mercedes still working his pole and Tina atop his chest grinding into Mercedes' loving touch, he was trapped in a tsunami of sensations that crushed, pleased, and suffocated.

Mercedes had to break her kiss with Tina as the pleasure kept growing. She rested her chin on Tina's shoulder and increased the tempo. Soon her ass was slamming Mitchell's pelvis, haunches bouncing with each impact. [i]Whumpf-whumpf-whumpf.[/i] With Tina's fingers still at work between her thighs, she felt on top of the world. Tina was right beside her. Just grinding on the poor lad's torso helped her nethers soar. The two of them moaned, their bodies colliding and crashing atop Mitchell's body.

Gloria liked what she was seeing, but she liked what she was feeling even better. “Oh sweety… You ain't that bad at that. Mmm…" She continued grinding on him, flattening her tailhole out across his lips so that his tongue would venture inside. He obliged her, lapping at her portal and then penetrating it. Hot, gummy walls clung to his mouth muscle, begging him to go deeper with a couple needy clenches. The taste was at its strongest here, so he drilled for more. Any and all resistance to his new master and her magnificent ass had completely crumbled. He lifted his face into her crack, pushing his tongue as deep as it would go, praying for it to go deeper.

His efforts were rewarded by a heavy shudder from Gloria, her back steepening into an arch. “Ohhh~ Yes… Keep it up, baby. Yeaaaah~"

The guards were enjoying themselves even better. Though his attention had firmly been on Gloria, Mitchell could no longer ignore the enormous hippopotamus smashing into his pelvis, announcing loudly that she was about to cum. A sudden increase in her efforts placed him in the same boat, and he joined her in moaning out loud, muffled as he was by Gloria's bottom. Mercedes came down one last time, and she came hard. The impact was punctuated by a sudden swerve to her back, quakes rumbling her muscles as her heavy hippo snout was aimed at the ceiling, a choked howl of ecstasy erupting from it.

“[i]Huuuuu-uuuuuuu-uuuuu-uuuuugggghhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]"

The onset of her spasms was the end for Mitchell. A growling moan rumbled through Gloria's butt while his cock began to unload inside Mercedes' ass. The crushing pressure that she choked his cock with was quite the boon to his pleasure, that, and the collective weight off all three women spasming and grinding on top of him.

Gloria forgave his break from eating her ass to let him suffer the height of his orgasm, though she made sure to guide him through it by resuming a sensual grind on his face. “There we go, you two. Let it out~"

It took Mercedes several moments to collect herself. A protracted period of whimpering jitters kept her locked in place atop his pelvis. Tina wasn't helping, not when her two fingers kept up the pace. Though Mercedes had been forced to stop fingering Tina by the severity of her climax, Tina wasn't about to leave her hanging.

Once the sublime feelings had played themselves out to the end Gloria tapped Tina on her shoulder. “I'm happy for you two but do me a favor and let me replace you. I say it's my turn on that spot. You two can have fun with each other somewhere else. Let me handle our friend." Tina nodded and stood up, helping Mercedes to her feet. Mitchell's limp pecker slumped from her tailhole, a tail of his cum drooling from the tip. The guards removed themselves from him, and Gloria stood up.

His face, shiny with sweat, red like it had been in the sun, blew open with a terrific gasp. “[i]GUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!![/i]" Once a proud thrush of curls, his hair was plastered to his cranium by a swamp of Gloria sweat. His bugging eyes blinked rapidly, vision swarmed by colorful dots now that the oxygen could flood back into his dopamine-addled gray matter. The cloud dissipated, and he saw Gloria smiling down at him.

“Hey there, darlin'. You alive?"

He was still recuperating, but he managed to gulp and nod his head stupidly. “Yes ma'am," he said in a weak voice. His gaze fell into her backside. The fact that his entire head had been inside of it confounded him. A not-small part of him was proud for that.

It seemed that she was too and sought to reward him for it. She stepped over him, making a brief journey to his pelvis where she threw one foot over and pivoted to face him, one foot landing on his other side. She stood there with her hands on her hips, her every feminine asset on display for him to admire up to the moment she sat down on his thighs, just below his flaccid penis. He pulled his arms against the ropes some more, but not to resist. He wanted to touch her now, to feel the smooth splendor of her breasts and worship them properly. The ropes did not give, and he started to whimper.

“Shhhhhh, it's alright, sweetheart. Momma's gonna let you touch her in time. First, you gotta get hard for me again. Think you can do that?" She began rubbing his penis, letting what oil he hadn't fully ejected to glob from his tip.

He winced but nodded. “Yes ma'am."

“Mmm, good boy. Let's hurry up then, alright?" Mitchell may not have had much control over how quickly his penis stiffened, but Gloria knew how to make it go faster. She hopped up briefly and landed her ass on his package so that his penis fell into her crack. He let out a long exhale, joyful to feel the soft caress of her buttocks on his manhood for the first time, and what he certainly hoped would not be the last. She began grinding on him, triggering his heart to pour all its life force into his pole.

Gloria purred. “Mmmmm, Mercedes won't kiddin'. You are big for a human. Or are all humans this big?"

Mercedes beneath Tina's mating press in the far corner of the room, their flowers mashed together. Hearing her name, she peeled her lips off Tina and looked towards Gloria. “Ma'am?"

“Nothing. Continue." Mercedes obeyed, and Gloria smiled at Mitchell. “Don't mind them. Momma's gonna take care of you. Or at least I'm gonna take care of myself. I think you'll enjoy it."

“Yeah…" Mitchell said, forming his first smile in what felt like forever. “I think so too." He winced again. “Ah… I think I'm ready."

“Yeah, I can feel it. I am too. See?" She straightened herself and reached into her groin to split her pussy lips. It was soaked in liquid arousal, the heat of which poured across Mitchell's lower belly. The inner pink of her cunny was bright against the soft gray of her body.

He stared into it deeply. “Yes ma'am."

“You want it?" she asked in a shy tone. Her fingers ran a slow circle around her cunt, moving the flesh along with it.

Mitchell nodded. “Yes…"

A soft hum from her. “Mmm, good, 'cause you're gonna get it." Gloria lifted herself and grabbed hold of his penis. It was brought upright, straight at the yawning cunt that so badly yearned for its touch. She came down on it, squishing her flower on his staff for the brief second before the flesh parted, swaddling his cock tip.

Mitchell could gasp and sigh this time, a genuine expression of delight. Gloria did the same, demonstrating her own appreciation by slowly gliding the rest of the way down until her pussy lips coddled the hilt. She was tight, hot, quivering, a sort of touch that was more personal in a way that made Mitchell's limbs struggle against the ropes. He resumed a pitiful whimper while rolling his wrists and ankles in their restraints.

Gloria seemed to ignore him. She swooned her head and splayed her hands on his chest. Her hips twisted and wagged which made her haunches bounce and wobble off each other. A soft humping motion bumped his pole against her sweet spot, sending gooseprickles throughout her skin and making her giant nipples hard.

“Ohhh, yes, sweety… Ohhh… Momma likes that. Yes…"

“Uhhhhhhhh…" Mitchell groaned alongside her. Just seeing her sit on his cock was a supreme delight on its own. To hear her moan so enthusiastically and to feel the velvet squeeze of her cunt filled him with physical and emotional delights he couldn't remember ever having. “Momma… Yes, please… Huhhh…"

Gloria gasped and laughed. “Awww, that's all I had to hear~" She lifted herself up, freeing most of his shaft before plummeting back down into his lap. [i]Whump![/i] The floorboards creaked. Gloria moaned and Mitchell squirmed. It was time for the fun to restart.

Gloria hit a motion that was impressively fluid given her queenly size and heft. Her knees would bend and unbend, propelling the great mass of femininity up his pole and then sliding it back down full force. Her breasts would float upwards when she came down then slap into the upper slope of her gut when she came up. Rolls of meat swam through her haunches as they pounded his legs. [i]Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! [/i]

Her massive jaw was hung open, a merry song of joy echoing from it. “[i]Huhhh! Yes, sweety! Ohhhh… Ohhhh… So fucking good… Mmmmmm, yes… Yes~[/i]"

Mitchell's desire to touch her was at its worst. To see those titanic tits bounce in his face was a tease not even her deft ride on his cock could distract from. He moaned alongside her, half from pleasure, half from complaint over his unending bondage. Gloria leaned forward and grabbed him by the shoulders. More leverage went into her downwards slams. Her hips humped forward upon coming down then rolled outwards to reset when they came up. Those movements hypnotized Mitchell. Experiencing it was nice, but he wished he could've seen the performance from behind where her ass could be seen.

Mercedes and Tina were lucky enough to be there, though they had been totally forgotten about. They had stopped making love with each other to watch the spectacle their matriarch performed. They'd seen her in such moods with prisoners before, but never with such gusto. Their eyes bounced in their sockets as they followed Gloria's ass. They worried either the floor or Mitchell's pelvis would give out beneath her. But until either did, Gloria was going to enjoy herself to the fullest. While she did, Tina made a mental note to have her go at Mitchell the first chance she got.

For now it was still Gloria's turn, and she was about to be done with him. “[i]Oh God. Oh God. Sweety… Hahhhh… I'm about to cum… Yes! Huhhh! I'm cumming! Cumming![/i]"

She started going faster, harder. Her plummets were powered by gravity alone, forcing Mitchell to suffer the fullest of her weight and power. He adored it, moaning alongside her with his own building climax. Their voices escalated together, volume and pitch rising to the degree of their pleasure. Gloria struck her peak first and she came down on his cock one last time. Her spine bent; her head was thrown back. Every muscle and fiber was beset by a nerve-shattering wave of colorful bliss. A shrill wail belted out of her, the brightest signal for her orgasm.

It triggered another in Mitchell. His face bunched into a snarl, a heavy groan rumbling from his clenched teeth. Another load blew out of him, painting her quivering velvet in a barrage of sharp cum spurts. Their collective clenching helped fuel their respective climaxes, both seemingly as drawn out as the other. It came to an end gradually, and Gloria slumped forward on top of him. His face fell into her cleavage again. There he panted hard and listened to her doing the same. Her heart hammered away just inches in front of his face.

“Oh my God… Hahhh… That was wonderful~" Gloria huffed, the aftershock making her buttocks and thighs quake. She sat up and saw a sleepy-looking Mitchell still panting. “What did you think, darling?"

“Huhhh… Huhhh… Huhhhhhhhhhh…"

Gloria looked over her shoulder at her guards. “You girls can leave us alone now. I'll come out later. You don't gotta worry about me." Mercedes and Tina unwound from each other and left the hut. Gloria turned her attention back to Mitchell and began untying the ropes from his wrists. She pried herself from his manhood, letting it slop out of her cunt alongside a trail of molten ivory. After having herself a shiver, she untied his ankle restraints.

Mitchell had some time to rub his afflicted joints and enjoy his freedom before it was robbed of him by the giant Gloria lying on top of him, bringing herself face-to-face with him. She wrapped him in her arms and gave him a kiss on the forehead. One finger twirled through a curl of his hair. “I'll take it you preferred that to being executed, hmm?"

Mitchell managed a weak laugh. “Yes, I think that was much easier to bear."

“Mmm, I thought so too, but you know that ain't the end of it, right?"

His eyes cut at her. “I'm sorry?"

“That's right," she said. “'Cause Tina still needs her turn, and so do every other gal in the village."

Terror trapped the air in his lungs. “O-oh… Right. And uh… How many are there of you?" He braced for a large number.

Instead he got a shrug. “I don't know, actually. All I know is that I had a whoooole lot of fun with you," she said before grinning. “And I'm gonna have some more. A whole lot more~"

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