Yawning in the mid-morning sun, I coaxed the little foal that was pulling my cart around the bend and we arrived at the pub's backdoor moments later. "Reily's" the establishment was called, and I was making an apparently-urgent delivery from my family's vineyard. Knocking on the door as I readied the first crate of wine for offloading, a short, bald dwarf with a thick black mustache appeared in the doorway within seconds, where he sighed with relief upon seeing me.
"Oi, thank the gods you're here," he explained as he waddled past me and grabbed hold of the first crate. "The lass has been here since last night, and she's going to drink me out of stock at this point."
"Lass? A maiden is drinking at this early hour?" I asked as I assisted the dwarf in carrying the crate. I was a young man, no older than 18, but behind my slender limbs and short, black hair, I was a fine worker.
"Ay, but this isn't your average lass," the proprietor chuckled as he led the way inside the tavern. "You'll see what I mean."
Carrying the crate to the kitchen, the dwarf brushed of his grey apron and set it down by some jarred pickles on the floor. Looking past the kitchen, I could see that the seating area in the front was dim and deserted, except for one table. A messy mop of long, blonde hair sprawled out across the top of the brown surface, a tall, broad figure in silver armor was slumped in their chair, their head seemingly face-down on the table. A large amount of empty mugs surrounded them.
"Nnnnggghhh…is that you, Reily?" the figure, which was indeed a woman given her voice, slurred as she raised one of the mugs while keeping her head down. "I'm empty again. Fill 'er up."
"I just got some delicious red wine from the Charleston vineyard," the dwarf replied to her, before leaning close to whisper to me. "This was the low quality, weak stuff, right?"
"Yes sir," I nodded, before passing him and heading out to tables in the dining room. "Wait a second…is that Zaraya Canwell?"
"That's my name, boy," the woman replied as she raised the mug again. "Reily. EMPTY!"
Smiling, I made my way around the table to get a better look at her. The hero of our good village of Unkergotten, she was a rare sight for farming families such as mine, as we lived on the outskirts of town. This was the closest I had ever seen her, and all rumors were true. Despite her face being red all over in her sloppy-drunk state, she was still as gorgeous as ever, with a sharp face, broad shoulders, a massive chest that bulged out from between her armor, and the plated skirt that she wore hid some of the widest hips I had ever seen. Burying a pub stool beneath it, Zaraya's trademark derriere hung over the side of the tiny seat, both enormous, plump cheeks demanding attention as I backed away in awe.
"It is an honor, ma'am," I said as I bowed respectfully. "Thank you for all that you do for us. I am a huge fan of yours."
"Well pull up a seat, skinny-legs, and I'll tell you all about my adventures," the stalwart woman replied as she raised her head, before a hiccup escaped her lips. "Awe, well aren't you a cute little thing. What is your name, boy?"
"Jack Charleston, Ma'am!" I piped up with a nod. "I-I'll go get you some wine!"
Hurrying to the front of the house, I grabbed one of the bottles that the dwarf was in the process of unloading into the cabinets.
"Careful, lad," he warned me. "She is…very unpredictable when she is like this."
Puzzled by his warning, I shrugged it off and returned to where the amazonian warrior was sitting. Avoiding a pub stool, I grabbed an actual chair from a nearby table, and pulled it next to Zaraya, before sitting in it. Opening the bottle, I emptied much of the contents into her mug, where the blushing blonde smiled and brought it to her lips.
"Good boy," she said to me while sloppily patting my shoulder, before taking a long, deep swig of the wine.
Admiring the way that her silver armor hugged her massive, curvaceous body, I eagerly awaited the warrior's tales of bravery. Finishing her swig, she set the apparently empty mug down, before groaning with annoyance.
"Reily, that slop was weaker than water," she complained while suddenly rising to her feet, swaying so much that her hip ended up bumping into me. "Give me the good stuff. Also, your chairs are the worst. My ass is so sore."
"Then sit somewhere else, and you already drank all the 'good stuff', by the way," the dwarf replied as he continued putting away my delivery.
"Fine, I'm sure there has to be a better seat somewhere in this joint," Zaraya replied as she lurched to the side and grabbed the arm of my chair. "Let's try this one."
Pulling the seat back, she then stood directly in front of me, where I blushed upon coming face to face with her giant bum. Dressed in the shortest and tightest pale underwear, the likes of which were simply devoured between her pale, perfectly-round buttcheeks, the humongous derriere poked out far behind the warrior through her armored skirt, where it swayed and jiggled with every small movement. I was confused as to what she was doing, but I had no time to react as the gargantuan ass suddenly fell towards me.
"W-wait, ma'am! I'm sitti—
I was cutoff when my face was promptly buried in the crack of the massive warrior's giant butt, where propelled by her full weight, the jiggly heft pushed my legs and lower half to the ground, while my upper chest and head were promptly pressed into the seat of chair—before being utterly consumed by Zaraya's weighty backside.
I was plunged into total darkness, where I let out a muffled groan as my free hands grasped at the mammoth, plump cheeks that had consumed my head between them. Deeper and deeper I sank, until I blushed upon finding my twitching nose right against the crack of the amazon's vast hindquarters. The chair creaked loudly under the weight, and to my horror, it seemed as though I had become invisible to the towering woman.
"Ah see, now this is much better," Zaraya sighed as she bounced a little in place, which made my head get stuck even tighter. "What have you got to eat back there, Reily? Got any stewed potatoes?"
"I can stew some up for you when I put this last bottle up," the proprietor replied as he continued his work.
Seemingly content with that, the warrior atop my face leaned back, further grinding her giant backside across my nose and mouth. Sucking in air, desperate to breathe under the colossal weight of the solid woman, I could immediately tell where my nostrils were pressed up against. The odor was strong and pungent, but not necessarily bad. With Zaraya's womanhood resting overtop my lower lip, the scent of which I could detect, this stirred something in me, as while I was still trying to find a way to signal the amazon and get her mass off of me, the young man in me was excited.
Every breath that I took was right against Zaraya's most intimate body parts, where even her shapely rear was starting to turn me on with the raw, primal stink that it pressed against my nose. My hands trembling as I nonetheless tapped and pawed at the immense, jiggling masses that had swallowed my head between them, where I assumed that Zaraya must have been in quite the stupor when she promptly ignored me and laid her head back on the table.
I lay there immersed in darkness for many minutes, listening to the distant gurgles of the towering woman's guts as she remained seated. I had given up getting her attention at that point, and my limbs laid on the floor next to my pelvis, limp. Each rapid inhale I took through my nose was filled with the pungent muskiness of Zaraya, who I assumed hadn't bathed recently. Again, not a terrible odor, and I even felt my manhood erect and throbbing in response. To add to this experience, Zaraya would occasionally shift in place and grind her arse down on my face, smearing her scent across my nose, cheeks, and mouth, before settling her full weight back.
"There we go. Now when you finish this, will you please go home?" the dwarf asked as he stepped up to the table and placed a bowl of steaming potatoes in front of the giantess. "Hey, where did that lad go?"
"Nnngnnn…what lad?" Zaraya asked with a belch, before grinning when she saw the meal. "Mmm, food! Thanks, Reily, you're getting a heft of gold after this!"
Confused, as I'm sure that he saw that my foal and cart were still there, the proprietor returned to the kitchen, probably assuming that I was in the latrine.
Thus, for the duration of Zaraya's brunch, I could do nothing but lay back and breathe her giant butt. Squashed, smothered, and somewhat embarrassed, I tried kicked my legs some, but I assumed that it wasn't making much noise. The lack of proper air was beginning to make me weak and dizzy, and as my manhood continued to throb in response to inhaling the brisk, womanly fragrance against my nose, my knees started to feel like jelly. The warrior greedily dined on her meal, her boisterousness not letting up for a moment.
At one point, I felt her weight shift for a moment, only to suddenly feel a wash of hot, muggy air vibrate noisily across my face, before the titanic butt shifted back to seal the smell in with me.
"Whew, I'm glad nobody was around to hear that," Zaraya snickered as she mercilessly farted on my face, before wiggling her hips to get comfortable again.
Coughing on the stink, I began to struggle again on the unpleasant odor, and my cheeks must have been bright-red at that point. Humiliated, I now pinched one of the amazon's giant thighs, which actually got a reaction from her.
"Ow, does this chair have a splinter?" she asked in annoyance, before briefly standing up.
Suddenly basked in the dim light of the tavern, I blinked in surprise at the huge weight suddenly lifting off of my face, only to promptly be reburied when Zaraya dropped her huge backside weightily on my head.
Feeling as if I had just been punched in the face by the impact, I let out a loud, muffled groan, which finally seemed to attract the attention of the towering warrior.
"What was—oh shit! Not again!" Zaraya exclaimed as she rolled off of my face, finally noticing my presence. "Uhh…how long have you been down there, boy?"
Coughing as I got my first breaths of fresh air, fell to the floor, before staggering to my feet.
"Y-you're fine, Miss," I stammered, still dizzy. "Accidents happen."
"Yeah, I'm such a klutz," Zaraya laughed as she crossed her arms. "Damn shame. Your face was mighty comfy too. If you were willing, I would have sat back on it."
"Haha well yes, but—
"Oh, it's a 'yes' then? Okay, then get over here!"
"N-no ma'am, I meant 'yes' as in—
I was cutoff when the valiant warrior dragged me back down to the chair and propped the back of my head against it. Sighing at the misunderstanding, I couldn't help but chuckle. I supposed that things could be worse than having a gorgeous, bottom-heavy lady sit on my face, but that's when I noticed Zaraya removing her underwear.
"There, this oughta make things even comfier!" she explained as she sat down, before looking down at my trembling face as she spread her massive asscheeks. "Gee, I hope I don't have any more gas though…"
With that, I got a face-full of bare butt, submerged into the deep, dark crack of ass flesh for as long as the enormous woman felt like.
And yes, she unfortunately did have more gas.