The Anouncment

                                    

                                          
Zonorah tenses slightly as her ears twitch at the sound of her tribe's women calling out to her. The giant ogress turns her head to look at the cave mouth where the voices are coming from. Zonorah gives a sigh and shakes her head slightly.
"Ogress call," Zonorah mutters slightly before glancing down at you. The giant ogress hesitates, clearly contemplating whether she should answer the call. 
Zonorah tucks the book away, hiding it in the straps of her loin cloth bra before she lifts her belly and tucks you in between her stomach and lap. The ogress lowers her shirt back over her body, concealing you and the book from view.
Before leaving, Zonorah gives you a pat on the top of her stomach, a smile spreading across her lips. "Stay quiet..." Zonorah mutters lowly before she stomps toward the cave mouth.
Zonorah meets up with some of her kinswomen speaks in a language that consists of grunts and growls, with a few tangible words thrown in here and there. Zonorah and her fellow Ogress talk at each other, with the conversation switching from loud, deep sounds to guttural growls. The giant women grunt and snarl at each other as they talk, the deep bass of their voices vibrating through the air like thunder.
You look around at the gathering of Ogresses that Zonorah is currently in and have a sudden realization; all ogresses are women. As you scan the faces of the various ogresses, you notice that every single one you lay eyes on is of the female gender.
You find yourself with several questions as you observe the gathering of Ogresses. As far as you can tell, Zonorah seems to belong to a race of an all-female species. Such a race has piqued your curiosity and you wonder how a people composed solely of women can even exist. Questions begin to run through your head as you look around, including how such a tribe has managed to avoid extinction and how they manage to reproduce if no males exist within the tribe.
Looking around, all the Ogresses clearly have one thing in common: they are ALL incredibly fat. The Ogresses are clearly at the stone-age level of civilization, and each and every one of the giant women are very heavily obese and by the smell of it, rarely bathe if at all. Their bodies are enormous, making even Zonorah look small in comparison.
The Ogresses are clearly very primitive in a physical sense, with their large bellies, massive size, and unkempt look. However, it's hard to judge intelligence merely on appearance. As far as you can tell, the Ogresses seem to understand the concept of gathering and holding meetings to make important decisions or discuss important matters, though their language and customs are vastly different from your own.
Zonorah sits in a circle of her fellow Ogresses, listening intently to their queen as she addresses the gathering. The queen seems to be making an important announcement, and Zonorah's ears perk up at the mention of 'mating season.'
"We have reached that time of year once again," the queen announces, her loud voice booming across the sea of Ogresses. "Mating season is upon us, and it is time to choose our mates for this year."
The queen's words spark a wave of excitement among the Ogresses, who let out roars and shouts of excitement at the mention of finding men to mate with. However, the queen's next words add a sinister twist to the gathering, "Remember, my sisters, once you find your mates, they must be eaten after you have taken your pleasure."
The Ogresses around Zonorah let out a chorus of agreement and cheers, their voices blending into a monstrous thrum as they prepare to hunt for their mate.
The Queen continues her announcement to the gathering of Ogresses. "As you all know, our way only allows the bearing of daughters," she states with pride. "It is our duty as Ogresses to bear female offspring, and it is important that we carry on our ways."
The Queen nods as she gives her instructions, the other ogresses listening closely. "And of course, once we are done with our mates, we shall feast on them to give our daughters their first taste of man flesh." She smiles coyly "After all we must keep our strength up after such an arduous task," the queen says, and some of the gathered ogresses chuckle amongst themselves in agreement.
As you sit in Zonorah's lap, you feel something...odd. A warm, wet feeling begins to pool on Zonorah's crotch, gently coating your back as the giantess listens intently to her queen's instructions. As the Queen continues her announcement, Zonorah grows excited with anticipation. She lets out a quiet growl of arousal as she feels herself becoming wet, the thought of mating season driving her insane. However, Zonorah doesn't seem to notice or care, her focus entirely on the gathering before her.
The Queen gives a genuine smile as she continues her instructions. "We shall bring back any daughters as well, so that they may have the chance to be mothers for tribe one day!" The gathered ogresses cheer in agreement, their voices echoing across the sea of giant women.
The queen gives a firm nod, her expression stern as she gives her final command. "If any of you decide to try and rear a male child, for whatever reason, you will be exiled from the tribe."
The queen's eyes glow with pride as she announces the final tradition of the gathering. "And of course, it is tradition to bring back any male children for the Queen to eat."
The Queen licks her lips hungrily as she continues speaking. "We must be strong for our tribe, and such sacrifices are necessary for us to continue our way of life."
The Queen chuckles as her belly gives a loud growl, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "My own belly is anticipating the feast that is to come," the Queen says with a devious grin. "We have not had a feast in many moons, and I quite miss the taste of child flesh."
Zonorah stands up and makes her way back to her cave, you still tucked in her shirt. The giant Ogress stomps back to her cave, her feet leaving deep imprints in the dirt as she walks. Zonorah seems lost in thought, likely wondering about the upcoming mating season and what it will bring.
Zonorath pulls you out from under her belly as she enters her cave. You are now drenched in sweat, the giant Ogress' warmth and humidity sticking to your body. The smell of Zonorah's scent fills the cave, the intoxicating musk lingering in your nose.
"What were y-you all talking about?" You ask trying to keep the fear out of your voice.
Zonorah speaks in her broken primitive English, trying her best to explain the events of the gathering to you. "Meeting important," Zonorah grunts in her deep voice. "Mating season come. Ogresses find man, bring back. Ogress feed man child to Queen first. Then tribe feast." Zonorah tries her best to explain the events in a way that you can understand, her large hand gesturing as she talks. 
Zonorah gives you the pastry book and grunts out a single word - "Tomorrow." It seems that Zonorah is keen on making the cake described in the book, though you're not quite sure how she plans to do so. Perhaps Zonorah has some sort of baking knowledge that you are unaware of, but for now, you are left to wonder how the giant ogress will make a cake without a kitchen.