Giantess World
Joanne lifted her distraught offspring back toward her lips, this time not aiming to make out with his face, but instead planted those readied pink lips around his half-mast dick with greater ease than ever, and began to suck him off with a dexterous vengeance she never could before at his old size. Though the woman had become skillful enough at getting the boy off using some overwhelming tongue and lip action back at his three-inch stature, those so-called blowjobs always turned more into drool-dousing bodily submersions rather than delicate oral affairs. This time, Joanne could really show him what she was made of, cupping her hand at the boy’s back so she could squeeze him more intimately against her gigantic middle-aged countenance like a boy-shaped mask, all without allowing any part of his pleased groin to exit her noisily pumping lips and pulsating suck-happy cheeks. To her credit, no matter how traumatized he was, Tommy would have to internally admit that this felt much better than the voracious lip-smacking violence that normally passed for a BJ from his mom at his old height, and so he inevitably moaned with involuntary pleasure almost as much as skin-crawling disgust. Though his incidental enjoyment was destined to be short-lived, because the moment Joanne had him perked up to full hardness, she plucked his cock back from the saliva-drenched flesh-enfolding kiss vacuum of her mouth, and then drove the lad straight back toward where she’d meant to plant him all along.
“Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff. Mommy sure can get you goin’ when she wants to, can’t she?” Joanne droned, self-aggrandizing and shamelessly hot-and-bothered. Her fist closed tighter around the boy’s midsection as she used his head to not-so-gently pry past the arousal-gooed jungle of her loin carpet, then without hesitation – and giggling from low in her belly all the while – pushed him chest-deep between the easily-flapped gates of her labia. It was a position Tommy had found himself all too many times at this stage in the shrunken hell of his possibly-lifelong sentence as his parent’s masturbation slave, albeit never this claustrophobic or instantaneously crushing, as his enlarged frame meant that, even while not yet shoved as deeply as he’d been inside her womanhood before, the moist flexed-in sauna-sticky tunnel walls of the giantess’s cunt had him in a frightfully fervent grasp much quicker than usual. He could truly fill her up, girth-wise as well as length, in the way that, previously, only Joanne’s dildos ever could. Naturally, she didn’t wait longer than a split-second from her eight-inch offspring’s head-and-shoulder spelunking to loudly and tremulously voice her approval: “YES! God-DAMN, that’s Mommy’s BIG boy, isn’t it? Oh, you’ve grown up so much. That’s how a real man should feel, sweet cheeks. Thick. Long. Strong enough to take on a real woman. Yes. YES.”
Before she’d even finished complimenting her son, Joanne commenced rattling this topside portion of him around inside her pussy like an overenthusiastic arcade joystick, pointing his feet at every possible angle from the outside in order to explore just how many deviations she could find for digging his more-tangible head against the gloriously sensitive tightly-flinching internal terrain. Within a minute of working herself over this way using a sickeningly tormented Tommy’s upper third, the matriarch had loosened up more surface area past her muff, with the rapacious pit of her sex practically trying to swallow him whole of its own accord. She’d also induced a much-steadier flow of vaginal honey, causing it to slosh thickly past her boy’s face on its way out like a syrup-filled rain stick. The liquid-splashing smack of the shrinker’s suffering countenance against Joanne’s insides was joined in chorus by the bassy whooomp of her hindquarters beginning to buck against the increasingly puddled mattress, which brought on more spring squeals from below them that indirectly punctuated each moisture-plumbing orifice slorp. That cacophony was soon supplemented by another noise out of the giantess, who was so quickly lost in the moment, allowing her mountainously ample body to react however was required for maximum titillation, that she didn’t notice at first nor bother to stifle a multi-second fart that began its misty escape as a whistle and ended with a whoopee cushion-style sputter, accompanied of course with that air of digestive spice and bum crack perspiration that gassed warmly around her whole nether region. Even buried in his mother’s cunt nearly down to his abdomen, and choking through pulsing currents of genital nectar seepage, Tommy couldn’t help but catch a toasted unfortunately-tangy whiff of that byproduct toot.
“Ooooopsie-daisy! Excuse me for that one, baby,” Joanne purred in her huskiest timbre, grinning too widely to project much actual remorse for that faux pas. As her technique for pleasuring herself with her repulsed victim’s writhing figure was becoming more desperate and exploratory, nudging him ever-deeper into the steamy lubricant-piping chute with each passionate twist, the giantess raised her volume higher to ensure she overcame the probably-deafening slip-n-slide flesh-clapping her son was otherwise treated to inside her gushy crotch cavity. She’d almost shoved a full four inches of him inside now, with his waist getting closer to coddling her hairy petals all the time. But rather than cram him directly in, she kept up with this meandering pussy-palpitating corkscrew style for the time being, and loved every instant of it. “What can I say? I’m so comfortable and relaxed around you, that I just let loose. That’s a good thing, you know. It means I like lovin’ my little man a lot. A whole lot. As if you couldn’t already tell. Oh, YES! That spot! Get – right – in – there! Come – to – MAMA! God, I just can’t get over what a DIFFERENCE this made! You’re so… much… bigger.”
No longer possessing the willpower to simply crank and wedge her nether-slimed lover deeper inward without a reactionary tug, especially once she’d reached his hips and felt his miraculously still-uprisen cock prod unwillingly at her clit, Joanne took firmer hold of his legs, and then switched up their dance to the inevitable main course of pistoning in-and-out. Yet of course this move, no matter how many times she’d performed it using his flimsy three-inch frame either alone or affixed atop a glass pillar, felt brand-new to her now with a “real” eight-inch man, and so deserved a host of freshly allured moans, the tingliest limb-fidgeting spasms, and a higher than ever quantity of bittersweetly fragrant cunt juices geysering down the boy’s body from within her. Per usual, Joanne never quite fully extracted her son in the heat of this session, only bringing him out to the level of his chin, before she plunged him hard back inside through her endlessly-needy passage down to just past his knees, because any lower and she’d run out of handhold room. Once she’d recalibrated her usual self-fulfilling muscle memory of shoving Tommy continuously to and fro past the puffy barrier of her pube-draped vulva, marveling at how magnified the normal pleasure rush was with his new thicker size as well as how much more forcefully she could stuff without the threat of the lad folding lethally backwards in half, the giantess became more daring and appropriately enlivened by every stiff shapely pussy-flooding thrust. Had she not been so deliriously turned-on right now, she might’ve almost become angry at herself, to think of how much time she’d wasted in keeping her child exclusively at his prior three-inch stature. Sure, that adorable height had its uses, and she was certain Tommy would find himself dwarfed at that level again someday, but it was maddeningly obvious now she’d been depriving herself of a sturdier, sloppier, more-robust full-body fuck with the little guy all along. But no more.
“Oh my GOD! This… this is… h-h-hooooo BOY! Mommy’s havin’ trouble even findin’ the words, sweetheart! Let me just tell you one thing: your father NEVER made me feel this way! No dick ever has, and no dick ever WILL! No, no, no. It takes a whole man!” Joanne burst out with another disbelieving cackle, eyes bugged and lips hung to pant as she erotically quaked from head to toe. She instinctively gripped a nearby pillow with her free hand and squeezed so hard she could feel her fingers bunching together through the cushioning. It really was overwhelming, though at no point yet did the over-buxom rapist slow the pace of Tommy’s messily orgasmic in-and-out voyage. If anything, she sped up her snatch-plumbing assault as the minutes wound tortuously on for the eight-incher in her sweaty fist, pushing him in and yanking him immediately not-quite-free again with a brutal twerk on each powerful reversal that she would’ve once saved only for the densest and most-unbreakable of her playfully-named dildos. At this size, though, feeling Tommy’s wonderfully vibrant body wrenching and shivering throughout the repugnant process of getting his mother off, Joanne could imagine no need for any artificial silo-shaped aides. Such inanimate things would almost seem boring comparison to this jerky, fully-engaged, beautifully-shaped boy she’d reared for eighteen years, all for what was ultimately revealed to be his true purpose in her life.
Meanwhile, Tommy was undergoing his own profound revelations about the uncharted territories of his recently-upsized body, only in the polar opposite direction of his mother’s blissful bed-soaking body-seismic thrill. It seemed that, for as deeply as he’d loathed almost every minute of his time spent down at three inches, he’d neglected to appreciate some of the invisible perks that came with that stature, until it was too late to do anything but painfully notice their absence. While the “old” Tommy might’ve been more vulnerable to injury, tossed helplessly like a cork throughout whatever activity Joanne dictated next for him, he’d certainly made for a much easier and therefore strain-free fit into this hole before. His rapid entrances and exits from her box at three inches, whiplashing and suffocating as they could be, were at least tempered by his smaller and therefore better-manipulated frame slipping in and out like butter, especially once Joanne was really running hot.
Now though, having nearly tripled in proportion, even while the giantess was hornier than ever, guiding him by hand and spewing a honeyed storm of stringy cum all around him, Tommy still felt at once like he was getting fired out of a cannon every split-second, and also being gradually swallowed through the ribbed achingly-restrictive stomach of a serpent. And the fact that his mildly-tougher body was better protected against a spine-snap was just a questionably-worthy tradeoff for a blistering uptick in space-enclosed heat-compressed anguish. It hurt so bad, the boy was literally seeing stars. Unfortunately, Joanne’s judgment that an eight-inch-tall son would make a perfectly tailored living dildo was right on the money, which meant there wasn’t more than a hairsbreadth of surplus room in any direction while he was jammed shin-deep up her hirsute thrumming fluid-logged giant beaver to breathe, wince, cry, or comfortably exist. It was bizarre, to feel simultaneously closer to human again thanks to that five-inch growth spurt, and yet also more cut off from usable oxygen, sopped so full of happy liquid like a pruny organic sponge that it practically seemed to drip out the other side of him, and more violently restricted than ever. His parent’s pussy walls appeared to morph squishily over Tommy’s naked shape like hardening plaster for a heartbeat of time before then muscularly congesting around him with everything she had, as if the whole fleshy complex meant to crumple the lad into a narrower sanded-down version of himself.
“Oh, y-yes. YES! You… wanna… be… all… in… Mommy. Don’t you?” she demanded. Joanne was only having an exponentially better time of her life the longer this game played out and the more adventurous she turned.