Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Here's where the first part of the epilogue begins.
It was shocking how “at-home” Kyle discovered he could feel here, even though they’d only been at Joanne and Tommy’s house for half an hour thus far – though for what purpose they’d come, he was deathly afraid to ask. Then again, because his repugnant totalitarian leviathan of a mom Roberta had warped her son’s mind so severely by now that creeping feelings of traumatic terror and anticipatory dread (which he indeed keenly felt in this moment) were very closely associated for Kyle with being at home, and specifically in the master bedroom preparing for another hopeless limb-stressing raunch-flavored rape, perhaps it wasn’t such a surprise after all that the lad was plagued by an aching and altogether familiar sensation of unease. Particularly because he was currently lashed into the handy-dandy revolving strap-on apparatus that his mother had constructed for his use, or rather using him within, as the woman was wearing the false phallic shape of her shrunken offspring squarely above the exposed maw of her pube-forested pussy.
Of course Roberta’s evolving creativity when it came to sexually abusing her miniature shell of a boy had driven her to become rather disturbingly inventive with her toys. Case in point, having once dressed the six-inch-tall lad up as a suction-mounted wall dildo, today she’d stripped the springy highly-fuckable costume of its frills in order to take Kyle on-the-go by looping cords around key junctures of his body, then balancing and affixing him across a thin rubber plank from his scalp down to the heels, in order to keep him optimally rigid – for as she’d told her dick-substituting child many times before, maybe the worst thing he could do mid-coitus would be to go “flaccid” by curling his body into a defensive fetal position. At the same time, though, Roberta had put effort into removing the encumbrances which previously blocked some of the access to her plaything’s nudity, ensuring the highest possible amount of skin-to-skin fondling during each chaotic gesture, but without the risk of bending him at a breakable angle, or even more inconvenient for her, accidentally marooning him deeply into a feminine orifice. It was for both of their pleasure, she’d insisted, though primarily hers.
Despite the humiliating absurdity of that mushroom-capped cockhead hat on the old wall-stuck variation of the toy, which further drove home Kyle’s utility as a full-body slot probe and nothing more, the boy found that he actually missed it now. This was a sentiment he never dreamed he’d hold, but the improvised rig Roberta had built for him now to serve as the central structure of her strap-on, with his quivering shape bound in place using narrow strategically-placed yet painfully-rigid rubber restraints, left most of his bare frame terribly exposed. This also included no protection for his highly-vulnerable shrunken cranium whenever it was inevitably made to lead the charge of her next lust-dripping thrust, a helmet would’ve at least given him some confidence that he might emerge from whatever hole he next entered without sustaining a full-blown concussion in the process. This was a safety complaint he’d humbly raised several minutes ago while she knotted him into place, but as he’d only received a grumble in response, Kyle doubted the issue would be discussed further.
He’d initially been facing down while Roberta secured the device around her monstrously supple hips, giving the shrinker a vertigo-inducing view straight toward the distant ground. But once the frizzy-haired giantess finished tightening those bonds which granted her this provocative erection-simulating stalk prodding from just over her crotch, she took great pride in admiring her handiwork by pinching her son around his ribs with her thumb and middle finger, and casually twisting him slowly around on the swiveling strap-on base to instead be facing up at her. Nice as it was to no longer be effectively hanging horizontally upside-down with all the blood rushing to his head from his vantage gazing down the dizzying trip past Roberta’s roomy legs, Kyle couldn’t say he was much fonder either of receiving this landscape view up her pudgy torso, past that robust weightily-buxom chest, to her grimly disappointed countenance.
“I just can’t understand it, sweetie. I truly can’t,” Roberta scowled, with venom punctuating this term of supposed endearment. Her fists rested upon her hips as she glowered down at her dildo-harnessed progeny. “You know I don’t just instruct, reward, and discipline you for my own health, don’t you? It’s for your improvement. And by God, no matter how many times I have to remind you to trust that I know what’s best for you in all things, here we are all over again, playing this same dull game, where you just insist on breaking my heart by letting all these useful life lessons bounce right off that stubborn little head of yours. Well, darling, I have shown you a saint’s patience, but now we’ve reached a point where I can stand by and take your selfishness no longer. Honestly, I have had it up to HERE with all your childish whining and whipped-up theater tears, and most of all your lack of perspective! You really don’t understand, even now, how good you’ve got it with me, do you? And in case you were wondering why we’ve come to see our friends today, it’s because I’ve been sharing these recent problems of yours with Joanne, and she agrees with me that the best treatment will be to give you a glimpse of what life could be like, and will be like, if you continue to defy me until I have no choice but to take a… firmer hand in parenting you. Much as I always enjoy using a carrot to guide you, sweetie, there is a STICK as well. You’re in that stick now, if you can’t tell for yourself. And what’s more, Joanne has generously agreed… in fact, insisted… on personally helping make sure the lesson truly sticks this time.”
Logically, Kyle could’ve probably estimated already, based on his current lodging in his mother’s jerry-rigged strap-on, and the fact that they were patiently waiting in Joanne’s bedroom while she popped away for a quick stop in the adjoining restroom, that whatever was coming next was going to involve both his mother and the even-taller, even-plumper, ultra-savage middle-aged titaness they’d met in group therapy. It was only after the six-inch boy heard his mother declare their purpose today aloud, however, that it sunk in just what kind of repulsive hellishly-sloppy nightmare he was in for today. His cheeks turned pallid and his involuntary disgust-gyrations caused the rubbery protrusion of the human strap-on to jiggle as it hung from Roberta’s nethers.
“M-Mom…” Kyle gulped, per usual finding it difficult to speak coherently in between brain-spinning palpitations. Once again, he was placed in the unthinkable position of having to bargain his way into the lesser of two evils, which incredibly, probably involved requesting a mere solo assault by his parent back home, instead of uncontrolled likely-injurious double-teaming carnage between both Roberta and Joanne. “Y-You… you CAN’T! You’ve SEEN how s-she… she… w-with Tom… I mean, h-how could I even… d-don’t you know what that’ll do to me if you l-let her help you? P-PLEASE! I’m sorry! I was r-really really bad! B-But I just… want… to be with you! Mom, I’m b-begging you, if we c-can just go home now, I won’t talk or cry at all, w-while you-”
Kyle’s argument was interrupted not by a stern shushing from Roberta, though she was just parting her lips to do so, but rather a guttural baritone roar from the master bathroom which caused both mother and tiny son to automatically turn their heads. Joanne’s unabashed vocal distress echoed out of the lavatory and became perfectly audible throughout the rest of the house, as did the resultant commode-splashing avalanche of her bowel-cleansing relief once she finished pushing. The noise of her sweaty grunting and leaden offloading into the toilet water would’ve easily drowned out Kyle’s continued blubbering and even Roberta’s inevitably harsh rebuttal, so both remained quiet, forcing the six-incher to uncomfortably listen to the full defecating climax of a woman with whom he was very likely about to engage in a violent size-mismatched threesome in the dangerously near future. When Joanne had apparently finished, there was a brief gasp of silence, the sound of creaking joints and thigh flab unpeeling from the white seat, and then a harrowing wail that wasn’t hers began acoustically rebounding off the inside of the porcelain bowl.
“Oh, pipe down already, would ya, sugar plum?” the woman groused, albeit with a mischievous twist to her tone. Immediately after, Kyle heard the crashing gush of the bathtub faucet.
“You should be grateful you were born to me, and not her,” Roberta snarled in whisper to her strapped-on boy, dispensing with some of the usual doting-mother façade. “She chose to take a different tact with her boy. Precisely the kind I just might have to consider, if things don’t improve between you and I. Bless her, Joanne just doesn’t have the same heart for charity as I do, which means she wouldn’t tolerate half of what you put me through. Do you want to know why she’s put him in time-out in there? Joanne tells me that little Tommy was rude enough to have another outburst at their last group meeting. You know, the one that you and I quit because I was, perhaps foolishly, ready to give you the benefit of the doubt that you’d finally outgrown the kind of immaturity you’ve been showing me today. He embarrassed her in front of everyone, and himself. And so in return, Tommy is going to help keep up her hygiene down there for a day or two. Yes, that means exactly what you think it means. She glued him right to a washcloth and simply rinses him off between wipes, easy as pie, so he’s ready for the next use. That, my dearest boy, is what you would have in store for you already, if the fates hadn’t been so generous as to have you come out of ME instead of her. But it could well be where you end up, anyhow, if I don’t see a drastic change, as of today.”
“I’ll c-change!” Kyle obediently yiped in high-pitch, his mind reeling with nausea and imagined visions of what anal-laced horror Tommy was going through in there. “I swear, Mom, I’ll change! W-Whatever you want!”
“Now, now. We both know you’re just saying what I want to hear, because you just can’t fathom having to face the consequences of your hurtful actions. So as usual, you switch on the waterworks and expect things to be sorted out, but still with no intention to make it right again,” Roberta chided in a more saccharine tone, wagging her finger at the boy while he quaked with sickness and fear. “Which is why you should save your breath, and your energy, because we’re not going home until you’ve seen, once and for all, the kind of life you’ve been trying so hard to earn for yourself, despite my best efforts to correct you. You’ve left me no choice here, sweetie, and I love you too much to see you throw away the kind of opportunity that I want for you. Want for us.”
Speechless, Kyle could only rasp in a deep inhale, which was unlucky timing on his part, since at that instant, the bathroom door swung open hard and the vaingloriously naked six-foot-five behemoth herself emerged, backed by a wall of heinously fragrant steam. The muggy aroma of her business immediately flooded into the bedroom, even though she slammed the door shut behind her just as quickly as she’d made her dramatic entrance. Looking under the narrow archway of the chunky-hindquartered giantess homeowner right before she entrapped most of the specter of her dump in the other room, Kyle could see his three-inch-tall comrade, indeed crucified with craft glue onto a stained washcloth and slung-upside down from the roll for the next occasion when Joanne had need of a deep rooting-through her filth-spurting crack valley using her son-adorned toilet paper.
“Well, what do you two lovebirds say we get this little educational shindig happening?” Joanne taunted, licking her lips like an animal, while stomping proudly toward the pair and eyeing Roberta’s handmade strap-on like a choice cut of meat. The burly-gluted giantess mopped excess sweat from her forehead and underboob region, her entire pear-body already richly glistening and clouded with leftover stench from her goings-on in the other room, and loomed suddenly over Kyle’s upward-facing mount, leaving him looking frightfully up at two mature bosomy monuments who fully intended to fuck him into seeing the light. With a husky drawl, she murmured: “So where do we start?”