Meet Dayna: Meet Dayna, The Southern SSBBW - Part 6

Meet Dayna: Meet Dayna, The Southern SSBBW - Part 6

Claire, Barry’s mom. Lay there in the kitchen. Somewhat wounded by Dayna’s butt bounce. Dayna being so tall, only meant Claire was butt punched directly in her face. Sure she was whiplashed or something, the room was spinning and-

DJHOOOOOOM

DHJOOOOOOOOOM

DHJOOOOOOOOM

The house shook.. Claire thought she was hallucinating.. pictures fell.. glass smashed.. windows rattled..

JPLOORCH!!

The next thing she saw was a colossal impact in the wall next to her. Her mind raced… there’s no way that was-

“BASTARD TEENIE WEENIE DOORS… hgn-“

BLOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUURCH!!!

The solid hand built wall suddenly busted open revealing… Dayna… who else!!

Claire’s sense came back to her quickly… but even then… she couldn’t escape-

STWOOOOORLCH!!!

Dayna stomped through the kitchen, stepping on Claire’s ribcage. Surely busting a few ribs.. if it wasn’t for her slender physique or the solid oak floorboards… Claire would have popped like a juicy grape.

Bearing the weight for a mere 2/3 seconds. Watching Dayna’s big beautiful body step over her. Claire knew Dayna was a tall girl having seen her earlier but… she only saw her from quite a distance away!! Claire had no clue the woman was almost 9ft tall!! The ceilings in their house stood to almost 2 and half stories so… the giantess had no problem walking around.

With ass cheeks wider than their family mega fridge, thighs bigger than full grown cows, boobs big enough to lead a charge to mow down walls!!!

Claire watched Dayna. Eat that night's dinner. Terrifying. Dayna chomped through raw turkey legs, licked clean the tray of mac and cheese, gulped gallons of pure milk. The only things she left in the fridge were the items she couldn’t reach. Her boobs and belly were FAR wider than the family refrigerator.

Dayna: “LITTLE MAN!!! IS MY WATER READY? (Hears Barry Hesitating) DANG IT DARLIN, YOU CRUISING FOR A MEAN PUNISHMENT LATER… AIN'T NO HUSBAND O MIND GON GET SLOPPY”

DJYUUMMMMMMM

DJYUMMMMMMMMM

BLUUMMMMMMM

Dayna moved off again.

Claire couldn’t move. Her torso needed more time to recover from just a moment ago.

SPLORCH!!!

!!!

Dayna stepped on Claire’s arm. Awkwardly, her huge apple sized toes forced into Claire’s mouth. Pinning her nose.

BWUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOURP

“HOLY MARY O JESUS… AM I GASSY TODAY… whew! Nice n raunchy”

Claire was being stood on. Her arm was mush by now. The foot odour coming from Dayna’s feet was eye-watering. Her body tried to ignore the fact Her belch smashed a few kitchen windows. The worst thing was that it was a mere tiny belch for Dayna.

Thanking God she wasn’t trampled again.

Barry did his best in the best bathroom… the impending doom closed in on him slowly, Dayna’s stomps shook the house into a submissive silence.

As she stood there. Looking through the smashed hole that used to be the bathroom door.

Barry: “Your bathwater-!!”

There Dayna stood, arms crossed. Foot tapping. Such an imposing figure. Her head brushed along the ceiling. Just standing there. Barry had fear struck into his soul. There was no way she was going to fit into the bath OR shower. One her thighs were triple the width of the bath.

Dayna: “You’re about as dumber than a plastic chair showing up at grandmas house… how I’m I about fit in this here bathtub”

Barry waffles utter gibberish. Fatigued. Body aching.

WOOOO-TSCHHH!!!

Dayna lassoed her belt around Barry’s neck. Put her Shirt and pannies on and headed for the barn house…

Dayna: “…What in Tarnation is goin on e’here!!?”

Dayna was surprised by all the animals in cages being force fed formula. A growth hormone 10x stronger than human steroids.

Barry: “They feed at night to be ready for milking in the morning it’s-“

Dayna: “Hurry along now darlin… I’m gettin mighty hungry… (looks at him, like he’s a piece of meat) you don’t want me to get hungry now”

Hearing the threat loud and clear. Barry scurried off wondering why his mom (Claire) hadn’t called for dinner yet. Getting to the kitchen he saw her plastered to the floor like a squashed cockroach. Helping her up, he laid his mangled mother on the couch.

Barry: “Don’t move ok, I’m gonna call the hospital and grab you some food from the kitchen”

Claire was still in bad shape. Busted ribs and few organs that weren’t working the same after being stepped on by Dayna. Having that amount of blood flushed through her body at such speeds left her in a quite delirious mental state.

When the ambulance came to pick her up. The paramedics thought she was crazy saying she was stepped on by a 9ft cowgirl. Trying their best to stay professional. Barry was worried, but happy she was in good hands now…

Turning back… his face dropped and heart raced once again…

Dayna. Was leaning up against the old farm dog’s house. The old dog laid there in a humble lax manner. Not caring. Barry was almost 40 yards away. He tried to dash over and save the dog…

The giantess thought he was running towards her, so she sat on the sturdy decadent aged dog house and opened her arms to the oncoming Barry…

ffffFFFFFBLOOOOOOOOORCH!!!

Dayna butt crushed the dog house. She fell through it like a shoebox. Barry was too late watching her bounce off the floor. No sound of crushed wood or anything.

Reaching out and grabbing him, Dayna thought he looked so down because of what happened to his mom claire. Smothering his face with a garage-filling pair of boobs.

“Sorry what happened to yer mom, the farm’s a dangerous place… awww are you cryin? Cmon big men don’t cry… she’ll be back soon”

Dayna stuffed him into her belly button. Literally face first hammered him into there thinking it was stress relieving or something. Sure it was, but after a hot day it was a pool of oozing sweat and body gunk… he loved it. She was right. Jiggling over to where they were going to sleep.

Barry thought she was taking him to their designated space. No. She took him to-

Splooich!!

Barry: “this is my-“

Dayna had entered his mom’s bedroom through the barn size door. Luckily fractionally large enough to fit her.

Dayna threw him on the bed. Began stripping.

Standing over him.

Barry: “You can’t be on top! YOU’LL CRUSH ME!!”

Dayna: “Guess I will… survival of the fittest lil man… go out with BANG y’hear (winks)”

Barry panicked and tried to run. Instantly regretting it, as Dayna loved that kind of thing. Tackling and wrestling him to the floor. Like a whale wrestling with a bunny rabbit, Barry was no match. Giggling as she beat him to a pulp. Rolling over him, boob dropping him, she even put him in some nasty submission holds.

Every time he cried out for help, begged uncle or tapped out… she laughed and made the hold tighter. The worst.. was her headlock… years of fighting bull grown bulls to the ground… her headlock strength was out of this world… combined with her ripe armpit in his face, the poor guy thought he died in there…

She was too much. Thumbing his butt. Viciously biting his ear. Barry was her little play thing, she was a wild animal 1000x his size. She loved his squeals for help. No one was coming to save him. His heart raced with life changing panic. Dayna enjoyed it.

Flopping him on the floor. Tearing his shorts off. Taking her shirt off. Smothering his humble junk between boobs bigger than his body… 5x bigger than his body in fact. His junk stood between her 200lb cleavage, crushing from his toes to his cheek bones… such a huge milk filled rack, made him feel what heaven had in store for all of us. Considering he was being crushed AND enjoying it said everything.

“How ya likin my bosom lil man… I know ya love em… ya little thing there is throbbing like them horses when we bring in a new addition”

Barry loved every second. His body was being squashed flat…. Until she began crawling up his body… accidentally pushing him over his limits… sitting up on her knees on his pelvis.

The weight was unbearable. Yet she wasn’t even directly sitting on him. The sheer mass of her flesh was enough to test his body’s circulation… he felt like a thin wooden pedestrian bridge trying to hold strong under a heavy duty war tank… only a matter of time until the inevitable… However he had bigger ‘problems’

Dayna’s belly. Solid fat. Skin had been stretched from a supple softness to a heavy blob of blubber. Like it was full of wet cement, she didn’t even notice it was crushing Barry alive. He couldn’t even tap. His arms were pinned. Chest was crushed. His face… bear the brunt of her estimated 300-400 lbs of belly fat. His nose and cheek bones were being bent into submission under such a belly, tears pooled in his eyes as the tissue in his nose slowly crushed…

Sllrrp!

“Awfully quiet down there lil man, you enjoyin my big ol belly a lil too much huh”

Dayna lifted her belly off his face. His eyes scanned from the very reach of her belly down to her fupa. Gulping, Barry was scared for his life, like she was holding a family car over his face… Dayna was incredibly strong. Under that blubber was a true goddess specimen. True strength far exceeding the capacity for the average man.

Barry: “Dayna… can we please j-just-“

Dayna: “Quit yet gripin lil man, better get used to this… I’m mounting you every night like this right here…”

Barry: “Oh god…”

Dayna: “Back on the farm, Dad used to make me belly smash the pumpkins for Halloween or supper sometimes… after a while he said I should do watermelons… before you know it we had our own signature watermelon juice… I was smashin em three at a time ahaha… ahhh the good ol-“

FWOOO-BLOOOOOOOOORCH!!!

Dayna’s clammy belly slipped out of her hands and plopped on Barry’s face. Poor guy saw stars as a world of pain came rushing through his skull. He moaned in acceptance of his fate, accepting the pain was too much for him to live on…

She giggled at his body spasm. Each bounce his entire body froze up to merely survive. He didn’t make a sound. Overwhelmed into silence.

Dayna peeled his flat body off her clammy underbelly. Teasing him still.

“Awww you a wimpy lil sum sum aren’t ya… I’m a bit tired for now… I’ll just roll on top o ya first thing in the mornin… but fr now… c’mere lil man”

Poor Barry she pummelled him between her deep meaty cheeks. Having such a big round, sofa crushing, vehicle bouncing, bathtub breaking bubble butt… his whole body was submerged between her cheeks. Servicing her butt hole all night made her nice and ready for the morning… rounds…

Back on her home farm. One reason for Dayna sleeping in her barn room was her-

BLOAOAOAOOAOAOAOAOAAAAAARRFFFFF

Their farm never had a problem with coyotes or wolves as the hungry animals could not deal with her gas. The most they would hear is yelping from a coyote that had its senses burning from getting too close to the farm.

!! Overnight. Dayna would release wet bassy nightmare farts. All that buttery lard. Lying on her favourite prone position, her weight pushes on her gut meaning no matter how desperate Barry was for clean air all he got was-

FRRRRRRRRRREOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUIRRFFFFFFF!!!

Some of them were super wet. Making his inner throat hazed and waxy with fart condensation. There was no point gagging or trying to fight for air… all the moving just moved her or relaxed her butthole.. either way… his lungs were getting pumped full of disgusting odours. They seemed to get worse the deeper her sleep got.

The beaten Barry, woke up plastered to the ceiling, she farted him out her ass probably during midnight, dreaming of raiding thanksgiving dinners like last year. His fatigued body clung to the ceiling like a spitball in middle school. Barry just watched her. Dare not make a sound.

“WHERE ARE YOU, MY LIL BUTT BUCKEROO?!! Engines purrin”

Dayna couldn’t find Barry. She had no clue he was stuck to the ceiling… securely glued in place by one of her noxious sleeper farts.

“WE CAN PLAY HIDE N SEEK LIL MAN, my morning toots’ll sniff ya out… COME OUT NOW!! OR THIS A DECLARATION OF CONFLICT LIL MAN…

1… 2… …. You dogon lost yo mind… that there rodeo when I find you… 3…”

Barry decided not to move a muscle.

Dayna walked off. Saying something about breakfast. She went to the farm to eat… LEFTOVER LARD for breakfast… using what was not going to sell. Some products were too high in animal hormone or too lumpy, too creamy whatever the reason it was left behind. Dayna ate. Everything. Usually they would feed an entire state of homeless people, this month… holding up the 20ft cylinder… butter blobs… thick cream… rotting eggs… all splattered into the back of her throat.

Barry all the back in the room worried. He could hear the gulping. Such a powerful sound made him wonder how thick whatever she was eating was.

The dairy concoction was SUPER thick. She loved every last drop.

Walking around. Stuffed. She wanted to eat more…. She finished all the leftovers dairy… walking around the farm she tripped and fell on a pig.

KBLOOOOOOOOOOOUUURRRRRRLCH!!!

Poor thing. She crushed its skull into the mud with her belly and boobs. Barry watched the whole thing from the ceiling. Even though the pig was huge… strong with tusks… Dayna squashed it. The final pig squeals sounded a world of pain… a pain that Barry now knew all too well. The difference was.. the pig was a hulking 500lb beast.. that needed 4 people to wheel around. He was a humble sized man no more than 90 lbs..

Dayna picked it up, apologising to the unlucky pig. Even kissing it on the forehead. She thought no one was watching her, looking around saying

“Stop your squealing, I’m sorry lil fella (lifting it up in her grasp) Don’t be scared… I’m just gon end yer pain n suffering right here”

Barry’s pupils shrunk into the back of his head. Dayna was stuffed full. Grown. Pig. In the back of my throat. No gag reflex, tears of delight rolled down her gluttonous eyes. With her throat of champions she powerfully swallowed the entire thing. The animals freaked out! This was a freak of nature occurrence.

Poor thing was kicking and squealing the entire time. That specific pig was famous for injuring and almost killing a few farm workers. Being too powerful and squashing people…. Here it was being overpowered by Dayna’s lips, throat and tongue…

GWOOORL-PWUCH!!

“OH MAN!! SURE HIT THE SPOT… WHOO…”

There was a strange breeze that blew over the farm. Something unnatural. Inhumane. She waddled off belching in every few steps. Each belch blast was followed by a smashing of something or a squeal of pain of some poor animal who suffered her belch.

Her footsteps were far more heavy now. So were calls to Barry. Getting closer to the room, her footsteps shook the house MORE AND MORE… Barry was beginning to shake loose…

He prayed to god he didn’t fall… god had other plans

As landed in a heap.

JUST as Dayna turned the corner.

Grabbing him by the neck! She was pissed. If Barry thought her strength was strong before, her grip now had his neck vertebrae bending to her grip.

“I don’t like a tease. You need to be disciplined”

Holding his face like a bowling ball she walked off to the-

Mechanical Rodeo they had in the old farm house.

Barry begged and begged but when they got there-

Barry: “Dayna, let’s talk about this! I can rub your feet, cook for you, do that thi-“

Dayna grabbed him and kissed him… she was too rough… wrapping her tongue around him and pulling it!! With enough strength for him to tear up. Biting his bottom lip with such ferocity he moaned in excruciating pain… she was so aroused she almost bit it off completely.

She was too rough. Not realising her size or strength had the capability to tear Barry’s body apart in any slight twitch.

The next thing he knew he was tied to the rodeo machine. Naked. Covered in oily saliva. Looking up at a bare ass that could be mistaken for planets stuffed into human flesh. She even gagged him with rope. Tied his hands and feet. Telling him:

“Hold on to yer hat lil man…”

As she climbed out into the rodeo machine. Like a child’s bicycle the suspension that was more than capable of holding the most heavy set people now, creaked in submission bending to her will.

Barry’s muffled screams fell on deaf ears. Dayna plopped on him to begin the momentum for her bouncing… and boy did she bounce… no remorse or hesitation. Riding on her knees her supersized ass and thighs were incredibly powerful. Barry’s body was decimated to mush in seconds… she didn’t care… In fact she went harder feeling less and less of his body structure.

His body went into shock. Such immense force pumped the juices from his body. Like she smashed his physiology into submission, his body just laid there and took it. His pelvis was pulverised, beyond pain.

Poor guy.

Girl had wicked riding skills, having ridden wild animals since the age of 3 years old.

Her bounces shook the barn. Whipping her hips up and down… strength to strength…MORE AND MORE POWER EACH TIME… the girl was a monster.

Barry had stars smashed into his mind… so many techniques… so many styles… incredible… he agreed it was a great way to go out… his body loved every second

Dayna laughed every few seconds hearing him pump uncontrollably. Eventually… the mechanical rodeo… gave up.

Ending up butt crushed too. Dayna felt that she bent it out of proportion, sighed… annoyed… and got up. Laughing at the mushed body of Barry. The man’s body was painted in thick juices… knowing Dayna, it was probably just sweat. Dayna usually takes quite a while… Barry would be lucky not to go 4 more rounds. Hence why she just left him there… barely breathing… he eventually blacked out…

Dayna had gone to make a humble meal. Shower, probably watched some tv. Fed the animals, normal routine on a farm morning. At her size she had incredible obedience from the animals.

Unlucky for Barry his mom arrived back from the hospital. Seeing Dayna finish a day's work, and found him half-dead on the rodeo. Thinking he was flunking off from doing chores while making his wife do all the work.

Barry had his balls stomped on to wake him… Dayna’s huge foot. Took his breath away. He was turning blue from such a brutal awakening. Wincing utterances of sound of weakness.

Claire: “Good, lazy bones is awake… While you were slacking off your wife completed up to two weeks worth of work!! UGHHH YOU SLOB!!

Ms Dayna, you guys go for a mountain hike or something… please, take some rest and relax. While HE serves you”

Dayna: “Well I was mighty hungry…”

Claire: “That settles it, BARRINGTON take your dear wife on a honeymoon, all she can eat, all she can drink… anything she wants…”

Dayna: “I like your style Ms Claire”

Could be continued… probably already has aha!

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