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Mona's Tiny Teammate
🕑 Added 2022-10-02 03:45:34 +0000 UTC
WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Mona (Warioware) Giantess Femdom, Farting, and Sexual Content
Thoroughly exhausted from a long day of working various jobs, Mona returns home to relieve some stress. Her moment of relaxation is interrupted when she realizes she has a tiny intruder that's more than willing to do anything to make it up to her.
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A deep sigh of relief escaped Mona’s lips as she entered her house after a very busy day. With a single, fluid motion she tossed off her helmet to let her long, orange locks freely sway about. Removing her white jacket gave a breath of fresh air to her red sports bra and the matching mini skirt around her waist. Though her appearance was usually stunning, it had taken a significant downgrade thanks to the various jobs she had taken on.
Placing her bag onto the nightstand next to her bed, Mona stood in front of her dressing mirror to get a good look at herself. Her day had been a busy one to say the least. Finishing up another one of her senior classes led directly into cheerleading practice. Having been given barely enough time to change, she had moved onto her job at Mona Pizza and then on to her shift at the Gelateria. She had finished off her day with a stint as a game developer for Wario, while being able to squeeze in an hour of guitar practice. As to expected, this nonstop marathon left her feeling far from fresh.
Wiping the lingering sweat from her brow, she flopped onto her bed without worrying about what she would do to the sheets. Tossing and turning to rid herself of the aches and pains, she felt her hair pull back from the lingering oil clinging to it. While this was all very cathartic she had yet to take care of a problem that she had been holding back since cheerleading practice.
Sitting on the edge of her mattress summoned an unruly groan from her digestive tract. Pushing her fist into her gut helped to undo the lock she had put on herself to avoid embarrassment. No longer burdened with being around other people, she used the privacy of her own home to let rip a prolonged fart that absolutely reeked. Uncaring of the noxious fumes that drifted into her nose, she let herself relax in the wake of her disgusting outburst.
Though she still felt a great deal of leftover gas bubbles in her body, Mona was content in the knowledge that she would have the entire evening to work through her digestion issues. Finally feeling at peace, she reached down to take off her boots until she heard the sound of someone coughing. Swiveling her head back and forth eventually brought her attention towards something moving around in her bag. Her eyes went wide as she watched a young man no more than a few inches tall crawl out of the pocket and onto the table. Holding onto his head of short, blonde hair and clenching his football jersey up to his face, he finally tilted his head up to lock eyes with an absolutely mortified Mona.
“Who are you? Why are you so small? What are you doing in my house? Did you hear that? Did you smell it? What the hell is going on?”
The young man winced as he placed his hands on his ears. “Calm down, there’s no need to shout. It’s like your voice is a natural megaphone.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Mona said in a light whisper. “But that still doesn’t answer any of my questions.”
The man scratched his head. “I’m not sure what’s going on myself. One moment I’m at practice watching your routine, the next thing I know I’m smaller than a football. I was afraid of getting stepped on out on the field so I jumped into the first bag I could find. Yours just so happened to be the one I stumbled into. I tried to get your attention earlier, but you were too busy to notice me.”
Mona tilted her head. “You were at the practice?”
“Well yeah, I’m the star quarterback of the Diamond City Roughs,” he proudly proclaimed, only to be met with a blank stare. “It’s me, Boy. Don’t you recognize me from last month’s big game? It was your cheering that got me motivated to make the winning touchdown.”
Mona pinched her forehead. “Sorry, nothing comes to mind. But I am flattered that you said that.”
“It’s the truth,” he said, puffing out his chest with pride. “Your cheering is what gives me and the rest of the team the energy we need to win.”
“You really think so?”
“Of course. It’s just one of your many amazing talents. While I was stowed away in your bag I got to see how hard you work. It’s amazing you’re doing so much just at 18. I’m the same age and I can’t accomplish even half of the stuff you did in one day that would take me a whole month to do.”
Mona lifted up her head and allowed a smug smirk to form on her face. “I’m glad someone is around to appreciate my many talents. To be honest this was one of my slower days. You should really see what I get up to during the-“
Mona’s boasting was put on hold as another unsettling groan emanated from her stomach. Though she tried to hold it back, something about being in her room with no one around her head level left her incapable of stopping another fart from bursting out. Reminded of the mortifying fact that Boy had witnessed her release, she turned back to him to see an apologetic look on his face.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to peep on you like this,” Boy said, powering through the lingering smell of sweat and flatulence. “Let me make it up to you. I may not be able to do much like this, but I’m sure there’s something I can do to help you out after your stressful day.”
Crossing her arms in thought, Mona shifted her weight back and forth as she tried to think. This constant motion reminded her of the soreness afflicting her feet. As this feeling lingered in her mind, a certain idea wormed its way into her head. Though she found it ridiculous at first, a certain sense of wanting gradually turned her around to the suggestion. Shrugging her shoulders, she made up her mind and sat back down on her bed.
Once more grabbing the sides of her boots, she pulled them off to reveal her bare feet. Her toes were reddened from her busy day, the same tiredness visible across her soles and ankles. Sweat made the skin shimmer under the dim light, with droplets finding their way onto the carpet. A gross fascination kept Boy’s attention on Mona’s as she removed her other boot until she snapped her fingers.
“My feet are pretty tired and could use a little refreshment,” Mona said. “I don’t suppose you could do something about it?”
“Um…okay,” Boy replied, holding out his arms to allow Mona to carefully place him on the bed next to her.
Swinging her legs onto the mattress, she nudged them forward until they flanked the tiny man. Boy looked over the comparatively enormous feet in disbelief of the task presented to him. As she pondered what was taking him so long, she eventually realized that she hadn’t actually given him any supplies to do the job. Wondering if there was a cloth small enough for him to use, she was stopped as she felt something small and wet run across her heels.
Leaning forward to get a better look, she watched as Boy set to work sliding his tongue across the bottom of her foot. The weird cleaning method brought with it a strange sense of satisfaction that pushed away any initial disgust. Leaving the football player to continue his task, she gingerly shifted her position to give him a chance to work on her other foot. Though it was a slow process, the feeling of relief that filled her body as Boy worked over her tender toes was like absolute heaven to her.
“How was that?” Boy asked, stepping out from behind her foot, his body just as sweaty as it.
Taking a moment to reply in the wake of the strange foot bath, Mona’s thoughts raced for something to take her mind off of what she had just done. “I suppose it was fine, but I could still use some attention in other places.”
Getting up from the bed, Mona went into her closet and rummaged through an old storage box. Returning with a tiny brush meant for dolls, she handed it over to Boy and laid down on her belly. “Would you mind taking some of the knots out of my hair? My riding helmet doesn’t do my locks and favors after driving through town nonstop.”
“I’m on it,” Boy replied, using all of his muscles to heave the brush onto his shoulder as he climbed atop Mona’s head.
Feeling the tiny man take on the titanic task of brushing her hair gave Mona some time to ponder a few things. After being forced to do other people’s bidding for most of the day, the ability to boss someone else around had awakened something inside of her. The more she lingered on these urges, the more she felt like they were just what she needed to unwind. Feeling Boy finish up with the last few strands of hair, she decided to see just how far she could push him.
“All done,” Boy proclaimed as she slid down her cheek. Landing on the bed with nary a bounce, he handed the brush back to Mona and stood at attention. “What else can I do for you?”
“Mmmm, I think I need a little more attention on my feet,” Mona replied, placing the brush onto her night stand.
Boy tilted his head. “What do you mean? I’m pretty sure I cleaned them pretty thoroughly.”
Grinning with a malicious smirk, Mona shuffled her body around to lay on her back as her legs made a makeshift barrier around him once more. Confused as to what exactly was going on, he merely stood there as she lifted up her foot and slowly brought it down on him. Gently pressing her sole onto his back, she couldn’t stop grinning as she felt him wriggle against her. Getting what pleasure she could from stepping on him, she eventually slid her foot back to use her toes to pick him up by his torso.
“Do you see what I mean?” she asked as she hoisted him into the air. “I still have plenty of sores down there. If you intend to properly apologize, you’re going to have to really get in there.”
“O-of course,” Boy replied, not used to seeing his crush act like this. Though it was far from what he expected of Mona, he found it hard to deny that it made her even more attractive in his eyes.
Brought back down to the bed, Boy was given only a few seconds of freedom before Mona pressed her foot down on him again. Taking a moment to remember his purpose, he grasped what he could of her sole and began to slowly drag his tongue across it. When he had finished servicing one foot, he was given a chance to catch his breath before the other came down to press against his chest. Pushing him along by rocking against his tiny form, she had to suppress a moan as his head slipped between her toes. Dead set on keeping his giantess of a crush pleased, he worked double time to clean in-between the digits on both feet. By the time he was finished he had gotten rid of any lingering sweat along with most of Mona’s ability for self-control.
“W-was that enough for you?” Boy asked, biting his tongue to avoid adding mistress to the end of the question.
Mona leaned forward, leaving her head to loom over him like an almighty deity. “Far from it. You may have taken away some of the soreness, but my entire body is still tired from everything I’ve been through today. You still have a lot of work to do, little man.”
Picking Boy up between her fingers, Mona hovered him over her body as she thought about what to do next. Though she momentarily hovered him above her groin, a lingering sense of decency made her move on. Making her decision, she held him above her bare mid-section. Lowering Boy down, she carefully pushed him inside of her belly button to cover his body in her sweat once more.
Without having to be told, Boy once more got to work sucking up the sweat and grime with his mouth. The small licks against her belly button sent shivers down Mona’ spine. The small giggles that parted her lips as Boy continued did wonders in motivating him to go deeper and deeper until he was finished. His constant wriggling forced her into a bit of laughter, no longer able to hide her ticklish navel from his wondering tongue. Upon reaching the depths of her belly button, Boy could hear an ominous gurgling noise echoing around him. However, the sound was soon drowned out by more of Mona’s giggling to convince him to finish up his task.
Unable to handle the stimulation any longer, Mona took a deep breath and decided she would give her servant a reward. Extracting Boy from her gut, she placed him back on the mattress as she sat cross legged. Boy’s jaw dropped as he watched her pull off her top and fling it across the room. Mona leaned back to give her exposed bosom some much needed air and let her little helper take a gander at the sweat clinging to her tits. Too busy gawking at her bare breasts, Boy was left unprepared as she picked him up once more. Carrying him over to her chest, he pressed him up against her right nipple.
“Well go on,” she said, pushing his face up against her areolae. “These things got pretty sweaty being cooped up all day. Go ahead and give them a good wash down.”
“Yes, mam!” he shouted, his eagerness getting across despite his face being muffled by her boob.
Boy’s tongue got to work on the gigantic mammaries, the constant stimulation making her nipples larger than his miniscule head. Though her intention was to use this to simply clean herself up, she found it hard to stop certain urges from filling her mind as he continued. Chewing on her lip, she gave herself a moment’s rest by picking him up to switch over to the other teat. Growing more accustomed to cleaning the titanic tits, Boy serviced her left nipple with much more finesse in the hopes of pleasing the goddess-like woman.
The constant motion of Boy moving back and forth Mona’s tits to properly clean them further riled up a well of strange urges inside of her. Feeling her desires begin to bubble over, she momentarily considered using him for more direct pleasure. This thought lasted up until a drag across one of her nipples accidentally let slip a small puff of gas from her rear. The smell reminded her of the original reason he was doing this in the first place as well as the surplus of gas still lurking inside of her body. As the foul air dissipated and Boy finished up with her chest, Mona decided the time had come to see just how far he was willing to go. Pulling him off of her teat she brought him up to her face and snickered at the sight of his lips still stretched out in hopes of suckling something from her breasts.
“Mind telling me what you were doing?” Mona asked, giggling at his flustered expression.
“Just, um, trying to do a good job for the goddess of the working world,” he said, only half teasing.
“Well, let’s hope you save some of that energy for your next task. It’s going to be a bit more difficult.”
Rolling over onto her stomach, she slid Boy along her back until she felt his tiny feet bounce against her mini skirt. Reaching back with her free hand, she stretched out the garment to allow the musk she had been building up over the course of the day to come wafting out. Weathering through the storm, Boy kept up his determination even as she continued on to shove him into the recesses of the sweat slicked skirt. Snapping the waistband against his body, she maneuvered him into the dark cavern between her butt cheeks. Pushing him past her panties and into her ass crack, she titled up her head.
“Now get to work!” Mona shouted, knowing he had heard her command by the feeling of his erratic wriggling.
Working his way across her taint, Boy opened up his mouth to suck up the sweat clinging to her skin. Once more, Mona was filled with a strange satisfaction as her little doll did his best to please her. Though she reveled in the feeling of his tiny form squirming between her ass cheeks, she was quite aware what the constant motion was doing to her intestines. Rather than try to hold it in or even call out a warning, she simply allowed her body to do what came naturally.
Boy was thrown off course as a billowing BRRRAAAAAAPPPPPP came bursting out of Mona’s anus. Though his eyes burned, and his nostrils winced at the stench, he pushed through the gas cloud once more to resume his work. As both a means to relieve the pressure and test his limits, she continued to let her farts come out without a hint of restraint. Through this torrent of flatulence Boy kept up his duty, forcing his tongue to slide across every inch of her backside. Upon reaching her anus, he closed his eyes and let his desires to appease her keep up his strength as he was given the full brunt of a loud PHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTT. Letting the minute long fart echo through the room and momentarily deafen her obedient servant, Mona gritted her teeth and dug her fingers into the blankets as she reveled in her own sadism.
As the last of the fart petered off, the lack of movement against Mona’s backside made her that she had gone too far with her toy. Moments before she called out his name, she felt Boy climb up and out of her waistband. Giving one last lick to suck up the sweat clinging to the peak of her butt crack, he was pulled away once more to be brought face to face with his goddess.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” Mona commented as she swung about his weary, sweat drenched body.
“A-anything for you,” he replied, forcing a smile onto his face.
“Do you really mean anything?” she asked, shifting her body around to have her back lean up against her headboard. “If that’s so, I have one final task for you to help me truly relax.”
Maneuvering Boy’s doll-like form down once more, she slipped him into the front part of her skirt. Wriggling him past her panties, she gritted her teeth as she felt him press up against her labia. Releasing him from her grasp, she watched and waited. She couldn’t help herself from putting on a malicious smirk as she watched him begin to squirm.
Lost in complete darkness, Boy’s only option was to follow what he had learned through his cleaning duty to try and meet Mona’s needs. Though the situation was far form normal, the feeling of his entire body pushing and sliding across her womanhood did the trick of feeding into her desires. His wandering tongue inevitably made its over to her clit, allowing him to suck and lick it in the hopes of bringing her to orgasm. While his efforts were respectable, there was only so long she could wait to receive her reward for a hard day’s work.
Pushing her hand against the front of her skirt, Mona pressed her palm against the Boy shaped lump. Grinding him back and forth against her labia provided the right type of stimulation to get her to lose herself to the pleasure. Rather than fight her will, he allowed himself to be her personal sex toy as he continued to lick and suck at anything his mouth could reach.
Increasing her speed made Mona release a series of euphoric moans as she got closer to her climax. Losing herself more and more to the pleasure opened up her anus to let out a few lingering gas clouds to further torment her partner. Amidst the smells of her sweat and gas, her euphoric cries became louder as she practically shoved Boy’s entire body into her pussy. The sudden thrust turned out to be the final push needed to bring her to orgasm.
Slouching down to have her head rest against the mattress, Mona took a deep breath to recover from her lingering ecstasy. Tilting up her head, she watched as Boy struggled to crawl out from her undergarments and onto her belly button. Flopping over like a dead fish, any worries she had were sated by the sight of his chest rising and falling.
Though she opened up her mouth to congratulate Boy on a job well done, she was stopped by an unsettling gurgle echoing from her intestines. Considering everything she had been through; she wasn’t sure how her body still managed to cling onto a lingering gas bubble. Clenching her fists in minor frustration, a familiar rumbling noise brought her thoughts back to a lunch meeting she had had with Wario a few months prior.
Sharing a meal of garlic ramen with her boss was supposed to give her tips for how to get ahead in the game development world. Instead, most of the conversation had been drowned out by Wario’s own gas. This all culminated in a freakish display of flatulence where his body had morphed in service of a truly unhinged gas barrage. Being the only person left conscious in the restaurant afterwards, Mona was rewarded by being taught how to recreate such a feat. Though at the time she thought that doing such a thing was absolutely disgusting, she had grown a fondness for the technique over the course of her session with her tiny servant.
Thinking back to what Wario had told her, she tried to push the gas in her body towards a central point. Recalling the various foods throughout the day, she had accidentally had her entire diet filled with sizable servings of garlic on par with those that fueled her boss’s gaseous eruptions. The combined might of the garlic omelet from breakfast, garlic soup from lunch, and a large helping of the very same garlic ramen provided more than enough gas to make her once flat stomach begin to bulge out.
Boy was momentarily revitalized by the sensation of Mona’s belly button turning from an innie into an outie. Scrambling into a seated position atop the engorged gut, he looked up to his goddess’s face. “Mona, are you okay? What’s going on?”
Mona did not speak; only answering his questions with a sinister smile. A strange, golden glow surrounded her body, culminating in a beam of light coming from between her buttocks. Unable to stifle a malicious laugh, Mona locked eyes with him before she let the beast loose.
Billowing clouds of yellow gas came flooding out of Mona’s anus. The toxic fumes spread throughout her home, ensuring every square inch was tainted by her stench. Feeling what little strength remaining in his body give out, Boy tumbled down her belly and onto Mona’s chest. Though he tried to hold on for her sake, it was only a matter of time before he passed out from the rancid odor.
Waiting until the last of her gas had been purged from her system and her stomach deflated back to normal, Mona grasped a glass of water from her night stand. After taking a large sip from her drink, she poured the rest of it out on Boy’s body. Suddenly coming back to life from the sudden downpour, he swung his head back and forth until he was stopped by Mona placing her hand against his back. Grasping him between her fingers, she brought him up to her face to give him a congratulatory kiss only to recoil at his awful odor.
“Ugh, you reek!” Moan exclaimed, fully aware that his sorry state was entirely because of her twisted desires.
“Sorry,” Boy replied. “I guess if you get me a bowl of water and some soap I can wash myself off.”
Mona shook her head as she climbed out of her bed. “That won’t be necessary,” she said as she shimmied out her skirt and underwear. “I think you’ve more than earned an actual bath. Think of it as payment for going above and beyond your job.”
“R-really?” Boy asked, his motivation doing wonders to break through his exhaustion.
Mona giggled as she looked upon her devoted, dainty follower. “Of course. Besides, I’ll need some help cleaning some tough to reach places.”
“You can count on me!” Boy said, saluting Mona as she carried him into the bathroom to give them both a much needed shower.
