Giantess World
Now that it had been mentioned, Joanne was feeling rather tired herself, though because she’d unintentionally gotten herself so worked up already, only to have the gratification delayed again, she knew some form of relief would have to be achieved before she turned in for the night. Maybe it would benefit Tommy, anyway, to observe his mother’s carnal grace from the sidelines before jumping back in, literally, tomorrow. She wanted him operating in top form, after all. First raising the substantive eight-inch nudist high enough out from the pudgy overheated thrall of her tits to provide him a sloppy full-lipped kiss good-night upon his whole face at once, Joanne lumbered into her bed on all fours. The springs creaked below her thick yet ever-amorous bodily momentum as she settled herself under the sheets, but with no intention of drifting off just yet.
After shoving Tommy back between her balmy twins, yet not so deep either that he wouldn’t have a good view of the proceedings below her motherly abdominal pooch, Joanne wasted no time in spreading her plush yet brawny thighs apart on the mattress and probing two fingers directly into her pre-wetted snatch past the nectar-glazed matting of her pube topiary for a much-needed rub-out. Soon her eight-inch bedmate’s ears were filled with the gooey suctioned cacophony of his own mother’s rapid digit pulses in and out of her visibly-dribbling crotch, and his body was vibrated to a tooth-chattering degree by the constant full-body tremors that resulted from her all-in masturbation style, which made it even more difficult for him to try shutting out the world and fading into sleep. No matter how strung-out he was from so many weeks of daily bruise-pounding cum-guzzling hole-filling molestation in Roberta’s dominion. Because already, Tommy had a bad feeling that he’d soon wish to go back with Kyle’s relatively-kinder warden instead.
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As both mother and son knew all too well, the big-boned six-foot-five mature colossus that was Joanne tended to generate plenty of heat, regardless of the activity, which meant Tommy awoke semi-breathless the next morning coated in his mother’s sticky night sweat and somehow even more fatigued than he felt before drifting in and out of ineffectual slumber. Perhaps he would’ve been better off just biting his tongue and joining in on his mother’s cunt-plugging invitation last night and instead begging for the stay of execution this morning. But he’d already used up his one and only get-out-of-jail-free card, and now he’d have to live with the consequences. Joanne was still peacefully sleeping while snoring like a freight train, her doughy chest serenely rising and falling around her cleavage-implanted offspring, but already Tommy’s pulse was racing from the expectation of the hell which surely awaited him once the giantess roused from her probably-wet dreams.
At first, Tommy was genuinely happy to be made eight inches tall by Roberta. Not that it was anywhere near as good as he’d feel to become human-statured again and then run away from home as fast as his legs could carry him, but his happiness had to be measured in relative terms these days. Any upgrade in scope, even if he was still the size of a doll, seemed like good news. Unfortunately, the longer Tommy had to recalibrate himself to his enlarged proportions, the sicker he felt all over again, albeit in a different way than before. Something about being this much closer to his old height and the illusion of his old self, even by a margin of five inches, while still sexually enslaved to his horny frump queen of a mother made the whole thing feel eerily more intimate.
As if, subconsciously, the three-inch-high Tommy had been able to create some mental distance between his experience and reality, almost telling himself he was being brutalized raw by a ravenous tubby-titted inhuman monster fifteen stories tall, and not the woman who’d raised him. That horrific fantasy, oddly, was easier to swallow than the truth. There was nowhere to hide now, mentally as well as physically, because his minor growth spurt also meant that Joanne’s bosomy real estate – spacious though it was – had become harshly snugger than ever around his still-fragile form. And this claustrophobic obstacle of skin-tight hooter flab was only amplified in hostility for Tommy by the tropical mugginess of his mother’s flesh, that ever-present sheen of sleepy perspiration across her curvaceous naked anatomy, the sourly eggy stagnation in the air from nocturnal flatulence, and of course the sleep-killing din of her deep-throated snores.
Though maybe the greatest tragedy of all was that, despite the psychological repellence he experienced at finding himself once again crushingly nestled betwixt his parent’s swollen knockers while suffering the passive textures and aromas of her stout-hourglass silhouette, months of too much forced stimulation in the face of violence and disgust meant that Tommy’s own body now couldn’t help but make his groggy wakeup just a little worse by granting him some half-chub morning wood. Even with his body flushing pink from the pressure and his tiny nostrils infiltrated by the sleepy backdraft scent of the giantess’s toasty mondo-cheeked toots. Too bad for Tommy, however, while Joanne had slept contentedly through all his natural pre-suffocation wriggling against the sweaty spheroid flanks of her tremendous boobage, this one diminutive yet crucial detail of his unwanted biological reaction prodding like a toothpick into her skin seemed to break her sleeping spell at last. That last roaring snore prolonged into a melodramatic yawn, as the giantess luxuriously stretched across most of the bed with enthusiasm that nearly caused the mattress to tilt on its axis, and then she had her hands on him nigh-immediately.
“Oh, you really meant it, didn’t you, sweetcakes? One night made all the difference. I can feel it already. You are just RARIN’ to go, aren’t you?” Joanne teased, much to the little guy’s stomach-knotting chagrin. First caressing her eight-inch boy from the waist-up, reminding herself with a cooing shiver how much fun it was to have more surface area on his nudity to explore now, she was quick to hook her forefinger deeper into that sumptuous cleavage, until she could teasingly bat his miserably-hard member back and forth against the malleable pith-wall of breast mass, causing him to flinch – but not to go soft again – with each tap. “Just look at this precious thing, trying its best to get the party started. Even though Mommy’s pretty titty is just a little too big, even for her big… well, bigger boy… to handle. At least not on your own. But you never have to worry about that, do you? Because we do EVERYTHING together around here.”
Putting her money where her mouth was, Joanne extracted Tommy’s full length out from the stuffy organic bedding of her boob-trap at last, which was helped along by that slippery buildup of sweat deep in the fleshy crevice, and drew his face directly to her thin outward-pouted lips. The lad braced himself and held his breath, but no matter what, he still couldn’t ever quite numb himself to the tacky foreplay of such an overly-familiar kiss from his mother. Of course Joanne was no puritan when it came to smooching her son’s face, and only kept her recently-licked lips puckered tight together for an instant before undulating them out and lightly suckling, as if she meant to engulf his entire head like a lollipop. That comparison was certainly closer now after his enlargement, and the giantess found it was exponentially more satisfying just being able to kiss distinct segments of her adored slave’s body at a time, rather than the whole squirmy thing at once. Accordingly, when she focused on succulently massaging his face with kisses and moaning deeply all the while, Tommy was accosted to an eye-watering severity by the hot musty snore-worsened morning breath wafting out of her throat in an offensively unminted fog.
“You just absolutely can’t get enough of me, can you, my sweet little boy? Roberta was right. You were getting thirsty for your real Mommy, after all that time away. Well, never fear. Mommy’s going to give you a drink to quench that thirst. And plenty of it. What do you say we spend the entire day in bed, honeypot? After all, we’ve got to make up for lost time. The way I see it, if we stay here until the sun goes down again, we can fit in at least three days’ worth of hard lovin’.”
Joanne, still fully engaged in making out with her son’s body from the chest-upwards, kept on gasping and slobbering across the improved handhold of his eight inches while multitasking with her feet to kick the blankets down toward the end of the mattress, leaving a clear cushioned battleground for their escapades to come. After that, the giantess clambered up from her queenly repose and backed herself into the headboard, scooting her jiggly jumbo-padded bare glutes up higher until it became a cinch to spread her beefy gams, pull her knees as close to her abundant chest as her body’s flexibility could sustain, and plant her feet soles-down in close proximity to the bowled-out excess of her ass bulk. Already, owing to her body’s busy sleeping rhythms and the energetic arousal surging through her now, Joanne had a palpably darkened pool of frothed-out pussy juice and salty night sweat collected on the bedspread just below her animatedly horned-up vulva. Withdrawing at last from the saliva-smacking preamble of that fragrant early-morning snog, though probably not for anything that would be an improvement on the situation in Tommy’s mind, the woman smirked broadly, batted her eyelashes, and then gathered both the little thing’s feet into her fist while whispering a simple yet chilling command: “Keep those arms down, baby. Hold ‘em against your sides and don’t let go. Or this is going to hurt.”
Tommy had been barbarically fucked into submission enough times by now to heed the giantess’s warning, keeps his arms rigid as though ready for a pencil-style pool dive, but couldn’t help but burst into a tearfully trembling state of manic denial anyhow. His whimpers started out vaguely coherent, pleading for more time no matter what it cost him later, but the noises quickly devolved into pure blubbering. Having expected this, and already forgiven him for it so long as he kept his arms down like she’d told him, Joanne glided her chubby fingertips up and down his tremulous body, shushing and lullaby-consoling him in the most soothing voice she could produce.
“Now, now. You know the way things are goin’ to be from here on out, cherry-pie. You’re the man of the house… well, as close as Mommy’s little boy can ever come to that, anyway… and you’ve got your manly duties to attend to. You didn’t forget that while you were off havin’ the time of your life with Mommy’s friend, now did you?” she wheedled in a sincerely-sympathetic and romantic tone, though still not quite sympathetic enough to cancel her intentions of plunging him up at least one of her orifices, if not several. She alternated brushing his hair and stroking his abdomen just above that still-standing hard-on of his, giving herself another burst of self-satisfied tingles each time she so tactilely reminded herself of his new size while staring directly at the irrefutable proof of his love for her. “Oh, you poor thing. You really are worried that Mommy’s about to take all the pleasure for herself and leave you with nothing, after all this time away. That’s what you’re scared of, isn’t it? Underneath it all? Well, we’re going to fix that right now. No son of mine’s going to see me as anything except an equal-opportunity lover. And as the woman who owns his little ass forever, but you know… there’s a time and place for everything.”