For the next hour or so, you were forced to endure the unholy horrors of the maid's ass. The poor woman apologized profusely every time she had to stop and break wind, and there wasn't much you could realistically do to make your shield yourself from her medieval funk.
The smell the giantess created was so foul that it made your nose burn and your eyes water. Breathing it in was just as horrendous and it made you vomit more than once, adding more to the mess that already existed deep within the woman's rags.
"How can this girl be so filthy?" You asked yourself. The answer was simple. She flat out told you. She was so engrossed in her work cleaning up after others that she completely neglected herself. She may be pretty, but she stank to high heaven. You knew personal hygiene in the Middle Ages was practically nonexistent unless you were a noble, but this was just too much.
Eventually a reprieve came after another round of gassing. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if the stench of uncleanly ass never left your clothes. You were sure as shit the shit stains wouldn't. Light entered your rancid chamber and a pair of fingers willing dug in to pluck you free.
"Damn, even her fingernails are filthy." You whispered as you brought into the light and dumped onto the palm of her free hand. For the first time in a long time, you had fresh clean air, and you didn't waste any time in greedily sucking it down. "It's been too long."
"I bet." The giantess giggled sadly. Her voice quickly caught your attention and you looked at her before briefly turning away to take in your surroundings. You were in a small room that was quite possibly the filthiest room you've ever laid eyes on.
There was a single bed of hay with dirty sheets on top and the floor was littered with all kinds of garbage. There were even old plates stained with food remnants and bones. How could anyone live like this even in the Middle Ages. This woman was living like a rat in a city dump.
"Sorry about the mess." She spoke as if reading your mind. "I know I already told you but I'm always so busy cleaning up after everyone else that I don't really have time to clean up after myself."
"It's alright. It could be worse." You lied, trying to make the giant maid feel better. Truth be told you couldn't see how it could get much worse. "I can still see parts of the floor so there's hope."
Hearing this caused the giantess to giggle. Her laugh was actually kind of cute. "I don't believe that but I'm happy to hear you say that anyway. My employer will expect my back to work within the hour, but for now I can rest so we can talk."
That didn't sound too bad. You didn't mind talking and it beat spending time with her ass. The maid casually walked over the trash that littered the floor to her bed and took a seat before gently lowering her hand so you could step off. You noted just how dirty the sheet was with dirt spots and stains and the smell that came from it. When was the last time this had been washed? Was it ever washed?
"Oh, I just realized, I never told you my name." The giantess gasped. "How rude of me. The guardsman would give me what for if he knew. My name is Desiree, a maid of Rainwidth castle. It's very nice to meet you."
"My names Ky, it's nice to meet you too, Desiree." You smiled. She had given you a respectable greeting and it was only fair you did the same.
She smiled back before frowning as she took in your dirtied appearance. "I must apologize for my lack of hygiene. You got all dirty because of me."
You frowned back. "It's no big deal. People get dirty all the time. It's just a thing that happens, so no more frowning, alright."
"Alright. So anyway..." Desiree began as she sat crisscrossed. "Do you mind telling me how you wound up in the castle and why you're so tiny."
"Well that's kind of a long story..." You began. By the end of it the giant maid was left stunned. Tales like the one you spun were alien around this time. "And that's how I wound up in the castle and why I'm so small. Damn fair wizard."
"That's amazing..." Desiree spoke in awe of you and your story.
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