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November 09, 2019, 05:14:40 AM
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This is an updated and expanded version of a story I posted on the previous website... 

Piggie Plumpkins at FemcanCon 2020
By morselman

Episode 1…

“Bellboy piggie wanted. No experience or fitness standard required. Inquire at Hotel Femcan.”

Piggie Plumpkins read the Ad with pleased disbelief. Finally a job opening that didn’t require beaucoup experience or even a physical exam! Countless employers had turned Plumpkins down because he was over-weight and under-experienced.

Plumpkins eagerly took the bus downtown and arrived at the Hotel Femcan lobby. The hotel’s Concierge, a tall statuesque impeccably styled redhead with haughty airs and a cool appraising attitude, took his application in her graceful porcelain white hand and tossed it into the trash without a glance. “You’ll do quite nicely” she said, and directed him to the personnel department who cursorily processed him and provided him with an ill-fitting uniform.

“Yes…splendid.” the Concierge femcan said indifferently as she looked him over. “We are hosting FemcanCon 2020, and you are here to facilitate the guest’s activities.”

Soon, the hotel began to fill up with femcans from the world over--many of them professional gourmet chefs, famous cookbook authors and of course countless fans. Each group of femcans Plumpkins assisted had the same puzzling reaction--they looked him up and down with pleasant surprise, then gave each other knowing glances and sly smiles…  

Then Plumpkins noticed that he was the only piggie in the entire establishment! And every femcan he encountered in the facility, be she staff or guest, watched his every move with intense fascination. They often stopped in their tracks and followed him walking down the corridor with their eyes until he was out of sight. He could then hear them bursting into boisterously enthusiastic conversations about him, as if he were some kind of teenage heart-throb.

By the time his shift ended, Plumpkins was totally creeped-out and ready to leave for good--job or no job! He punched his time card and pushed on the employee exit door. It wouldn’t budge! He pushed harder with no luck--then he noticed the door had a coded lock for which he wasn’t provided the combination. He then headed back into the lobby and toward the front entryway.

The hotel security guard, an enormous black femcan who towered over Plumpkins like a giantess, blocked his way and leaned her huge breasts into his face. Her hands were set upon wide shapely hips that swooped out from a narrow waist and curved into a spectacularly large round buttocks set atop tall full shaped legs that seemed impossibly voluptuous. “Just exactly where you think you’re goin’ piggie?!!” she said crossly. The fierce expression on her broad face made Plumpkins’ heart quail!

“My shifts over--I was heading home…” he stammered.

A look of absolute rage came over her. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere!” She grabbed his arm with a grip like a vice, crushing down into the bone and lifted him up until his toes barely touched the floor. “We gonna see about this!” She dragged him across the lobby as if he were an errant child, much to the amusement of all the femcans present. She barked into her radio “We got us a piggie trying to leave without authorization…uh huh…right away!”

He was brought to the Concierge femcan’s office, which was unexpectedly dark. The Concierge femcan stepped out from the shadows. Plumpkins was astonished to see she no longer wore the stylish business outfit from before, but was instead clothed entirely in leather. Her shapely legs sported thigh-high stiletto heeled hip boots and a pair of widely flared riding jodhpurs adorned her curvaceous hips. Atop her head was a dominatrix hat and a coiled bullwhip dangled casually in her hand. “It seems we have a piggie that requires punishment…” she said coolly.

“But my shift was over--I just want to go home!” Plumpkins said plaintively.

The Concierge femcan’s deep green eyes narrowed with contempt. “The employment agreement you signed requires you to be on the premises 24/7--or didn’t you read the fine print?”

“What--I didn’t realize…” but before he could finish the security femcan turned up the lights. Plumpkins sucked in his breath as he saw the room was filled with such an astonishing variety of torture and bondage devises that it would have put a medieval dungeon to shame!

The Concierge femcan gave a rare smile. “The punishment for an errant piggie is Bastinado.” she said with obvious relish. Then nodding to the security femcan with satisfaction, she declared “Prepare him!”

The security femcan abruptly ripped Plumpkins’ uniform off as if it were made from the flimsiest tissue paper. She then effortlessly dragged him despite his vigorous struggling over to a set of robust wooden stocks. She secured him into the devise with less trouble than if he were a kitten. His head and wrists projected securely from the forward section of the stocks. He was bent at the waist as if bowing and his knees were bent back as if kneeling. His feet projected aft from stocks that encircled his ankles, placing the bare soles of his feet completely at the femcan’s mercy. Another stock firmly encircled his waist--preventing even the slightest squirming.

Both femcans stepped back and savored the spectacle of having a naked piggie completely exposed and totally helpless, giving them free rein to wreak havoc upon his flesh from buttocks to feet, including the most sensitive back portions of the thighs. They then made a great production of selecting the cruelest implements from an astonishing variety of corporal punishment devices mounted on display within plain sight of Plumpkins. They pulled each one down, discussing and debating its merits, ironically asking his opinion with cruel smirks.

They finally settled upon a pair of out-sized riding crops with braided leather shafts so thick they filled their hands like tennis rackets handles. Each was loaded with lead shot inside, giving them plenty of heft and both had cruel frayed dressage lashes on the tips. The security femcan took her weapon and smartly brought it down repeatedly upon the fleshiest sections of Plumpkins foot soles with all her might just as quickly as she could manage. The Concierge femcan skillfully aimed hers at the tenderest spots of his inner thighs with vigorously energetic rapid-fire strokes.

The air was filled Plumpkins screaming and howling, soon blending into one long wail broken only by his gasps for breath. The femcans both scolded him relentlessly, each crop stroke punctuating their cross words. The ordeal then reached it’s crescendo with them each targeting a butt cheek in a spectacular barrage of sharp crop blows. At last it stopped, but only after every square inch of his backside sprouted a bright red ever-swelling welt.

The security femcan then released him from the stocks and he was forced into a cramped cage that swung from the ceiling on a heavy chain. It was so small not only could he not stand up, he couldn’t even stretch out when he lay down. All he could do was hunch up tight and restlessly stir from one uncomfortable painful position to another when each became too unendurable to bear. All the while his nether regions throbbed in agony.     

The Concierge femcan leaned right into his face and said with rich sarcasm “Sleep tight piggie, you’ve got a big day tomorrow--as FemcanCon 2020’s guest of honor…”

End of episode 1.
Fated to be Femcan fodder...