*Beep…*Beep….*Beep…

            Ben Grant slowly awakens, surrounded by white sheets and bright lights. “Where am I?”, he wonders. Shielding his eyes from the light above, he takes in his surroundings. It’s a white, tidy, and seemingly sterile room. Bennet’s nearsightedness prevented him from making out any of its contents, except a bedside table with a glass of water and a computer displaying his vitals. The realization hits and Ben groans, “I’m in a hospital? Geez maybe I should’ve stayed in class after all”.  Feeling no need to get up, Ben instead plays back the events that led up to this moment.

            It started at his high school when Ben got headache in math class.  It’s very slight, but it persisted for the next hour, prompting Ben to use it as an excuse to skip some school. Now Ben didn’t consider himself a truant, but senior year was dragging on and he pretty much had all his classes in the bag. He raised his hand and asked to go to the nurse, slipping out without issue.

Ms. Beck, the school nurse that’s seemingly worked there forever, hands Ben some ibuprofen after hearing his explanation, “Okay take these and lay down for a few minutes we’ll see where we’re at then”. Ben obliges, content to rest as opposed to sitting through a boring history lecture.

Despite his headache persisting, Ben manages to fall asleep on the cushioned bench.

Seemingly moments later, Ms. Beck’s voice rings out,
“Hey Ben we’re going to send you home you seem like you shouldn’t be adding any mental strain today.”

Ben’s eyes light up, “Jackpot! I only wanted to skip history, but this is golden”, responding, “So I’m free to drive home whenever then?”

Ms. Beck shakes her head with a look of disapproval, “No actually, I just got off the phone with your emergency contact she’s the one that’ll drive you home. A Mrs. Linda Grant?”, says the nurse.

Mom?, Ben thinks, Oh hell no! She’s not gonna give me a break.

Responding quickly, Ben tries to worm his way out of it “Oh okay,  I’m actually fine enough to drive home I’ll text her to stay at work”

Ben walks towards the exit but a strong hand grabs his shoulder

“Ow!”

He turns around and Ms. Beck is giving a disappointed look.  Ben groans, Ms. Beck is a big lady, old too, but still able to handle herself. “Mr. Grant if your head hurts as bad as you say it is you definitely shouldn’t be driving.  Now take a seat” she says, gesturing towards the bench.

‘Ouch, that stung’, Ben thinks, ‘That kind of made me feel like a kid, Jeez’. He sulked and sat on his phone for a little bit, but quickly cheered up when he remembered he’d get to go home three hours early.

Just then, he gets a text from his mom, 

--"Walking into the front office, you better not be faking another headache to get out of school. I’m already thinking about grounding you for skipping class"

John groaned again; he only skipped that one class because he was late. Being late gets counted worse than absences for some reason and it was her fault he was late in the first place- she wanted him to switch her laundry over to the dryer right as he was about to leave. That put him in a pretty bad mood, considering he had to touch his mom’s underwear on top of missing class.

As if on queue, his mom walks in, concern spreading across her face upon seeing Ben looking so upset.

“Aw are you okay honey? Hey, come here, let me feel your forehead” , she says as she quickly walks over. Her high heels click across the floor as she closes the distance between them, Ben putting his hands up to stop her.

“No mom I don’t have a fever don’t do all that. I want to go home and sleep”

Linda frowns, looking down at Ben in a hurt manner, “What’s with the attitude? I was only trying to help; you don’t have to get mad at me. I feel like you’ve been very short-tempered lately”

Ben realizes she might be right and responds,

 “I’m sorry I think it’s just my headache. I appreciate you coming to pick me up”

Linda sighs and acknowledges his apology, proceeding to sign him out and thanking Ms. Beck for caring for him.

Ben followed her out to her car, an SUV that she’s had since it was new in 2008.  He opened the door, and an offensive stench wafted out to greet him. “Aw mom what the hell is that? It smells like a turd barfed all over your car”. His mom frequented the gym often and her backseat was littered with gym clothes, towels, and shaker bottles- with protein still in them, sour after being left in the hot car. The resulting smell was a nasal train wreck.Linda blushes as she gets in the car, partially from embarrassment but mostly from anger. He just got let off the hook for mouthing off and he was already at it again.

 She looks over, “That’s none of your business young man, you should actually consider yourself lucky I left work to come pick you up.  Actually, now that I think about it you just earned yourself that grounding I’ve been thinking about” With that, she starts up the car

“Aw what mom that was a fair question how are you going to ground me for that?”

Ben was a little heated now, this is not how his day off was supposed to go. They pull out of the parking spot and begin the drive back, a tense silence hanging in the air, alongside the gym stench.

Linda eventually breaks the silence, “You’ve been very disrespectful lately and I decided I’m going to teach you a lesson. I want your phone and car keys as soon as we get home, you obviously need to rest ” .

Ben doesn’t respond, his headache starting to get progressively worse as his mom sets the radio to a station playing pop music. While Ben wanted to complain, he didn’t want to worsen his already shitty situation.  After a few minutes his headache started to worsen, and by the time they got home it was excruciating. Seeing spots in his vision, Ben climbed out of the car and made his way to the front door, only to collapse before he could make it inside. He tried to get up but could only mutter out a garbled ‘help’.

            His mom was there only a moment afterward, rushing to help her son out, “Ben! Oh, come on stay with me”. She lays his head on her  lap, dialing 911 with tears starting to run down her face, confused at the illness suddenly afflicting Ben. Ben starts to fade out of conscious, the last thing that he sees being his mom’s expression looking back at him with fear. Despite her being worried, Ben felt protected laying on her expansive lap. He looked up at her one more time before finally passing out cold.

“I’ll be just fine”, he thinks,

Maybe a little bit preemptively…

     Back in the hospital room, Ben sets his glass of water down , seeing a nurse pop her head in and disappear just as quick. Upon seeing that Ben’s awake, the nurse left to get his discharge paperwork and to also call his mom up.  She reenters slowly, not wanting to startle Ben.

    What Ben saw was disorienting.  Everything about the nurse walking towards him was normal, she was an attractive brunette with a sizable bust.  Everything was normal except one thing; she was HUGE. She was twice as tall as normal woman and even the clipboard she was carrying was the size of a street sign.

    “Hi! I’m Katy and while I’m sure you have lots of questions first let me redo the bandages on your head, you had a pretty bad fall when you passed out” With her cheery introduction out of the way, she advanced, closing the large gap between them in only a couple steps.

    She kneeled down and palmed his head as she took his wrap off. She hummed while she did so, the procedure being routine for her at this point. Ben’s viewpoint was significantly less casual, being manhandled by the blue-clad amazon. The act of grabbing his head and tilting it towards herself was relatively effortless on her part.

Ben was in shock and could do nothing but gape. He was powerless before this woman, a cheerful twenty something year old that had probably just graduated from college yet could grip his entire head in one hand and wrench it wherever. 

     Ben could feel himself start to panic, feeling like a caged animal.  He caught himself staring at Katy’s chest, which was eye level to him and wobbling  inches away from his face even while crouching. Straining her cotton scrubs, each breast was the size of Ben’s head, he realized. Claustrophobia flooded his senses as he imagined them squishing him, prompting him to try and escape.  Oblivious to this, Katy reached over Ben to grab fresh bandages, an act that would flatten him between his reclined bed and her prodigious mammaries.

    The fact that they were twice as large as they would be on a normal person didn’t do Ben any favors as they slowly compressed around his face, his still open mouth receiving a large helping of scrub-covered tit. He yelped out, his protest being quickly dispersed into her bosom. For a moment all Ben can do is breathlessly look up from the small gap in Katy’s bust, her face scanning for the wrap she swore was right in front of her, as Ben starting turning blue.

“Oh! It was hiding in the back!”

Chuckling she leans a little more forwards to reach it, thoroughly steamrolling the rest of Ben’s face.

“Oops! Excuse me little guy”, she chirped, realizing her mistake and moving back, dragging her melons over Ben in the process causing them to jiggle momentarily before settling back in place.

    “Looks like someone’s feeling a little anxious,” Katy remarks, her eyes fixed on the spiked heartrate on Ben’s vitals,

    “Do you want to see your mommy?”. She asked innocently, perhaps a smidge patronizing too as she stood to her full height, her hands on her hips as she looked down at him.

    Ben remained silent throughout most the ordeal, too stunned by this wonder of nature to form a response for any of it.

     “Y-yes please”, Ben finally muttered, realizing that Katy was in fact not a threat.

    She placed some papers on the table and turned towards the door.

“Okay! Well you’re all cleared to go your mom should be up shortly to check you out. Let me know if you need anything!” With that she walked out, leaving Ben in awe as she looked for her next patient to attend to

Ben was a mess. His brain was scrambled trying to fathom this hospital apparently staffed by amazons. He was relieved that his mom was coming to pick him up, despite the imminent smothering he was going to receive. ‘At least she’ll be normal sized though’   

The nurse told him he was cleared to leave, everything would be back to normal soon.  He calmed down after a few minutes and took another look around the room, noticing Katy wasn’t the only strange thing about this place. How come Katy didn’t have to stoop down to get in? And why is my bed so large?

As he ponders these questions, Ben hears Katy again, chatting with someone as they quickly approach his room.

“He’s taking it very well,  I redid his bandages earlier and he was the most well-behaved little guy”

She entered, lighting up when she saw Ben. Followed closely behind her in, another woman enters, her high heels clicking as she eclipsed Katy from behind.

Despite the lighthearted conversation, Ben froze. This woman was huge. She was loud. And she was terrifying. To top it all off, she was his mom.

Standing a full head taller than Katy and having a thicker build, Ben felt absolutely dwarfed by this mountain of a woman. She was wearing her work outfit, a black top and mini skirt with high heels which added to the intimidation, not to mention her broad shoulders and thick legs, obtained from playing D1 softball. Linda had gained a little weight since then, but largely retained her stature from playing.

As the realization of this titaness’ identity sets on Ben, his mom has a similar revelation, lightbulbs flashing as she recognized the shrunken figure on the bed as her son.

Seeing the terrified look on his face, her protective instincts quickly kicked in.“Ben! Oh, honey you’re so small now, you must be so confused. Here, come to mommy”, she cooed as she sprung into action, rushing over to smother him in affection.

Ben didn’t have time to react as she rushed over and scooped him up, getting subtle whiplash as Linda vigorously hoisted him up.

Without saying a word she constricted her arms, closing Ben into a monster bear hug. Straining as the wind evacuated his lungs, any attempt to cry out was muted into a strained whimper. He looked up with wide eyes, as she returned his gaze with listless affection, as if Ben was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.

This went unbroken as Ben tried to wiggle free, making limited progress with his arms pinned to his side. The best Ben could do was avoid faceplanting into his mom’s ginormous rack, which took up most of his vision bouncing up and down as she comforted him. ‘I’d prefer to keep my suffocating experiences down to one today’, he thought, grimacing

Making shushing sounds, Linda slid one of her arms free while he remained suspended in her grip, no closer to escaping than he was with two arms holding him. Leaning forward, Linda looks down at Ben and continues to coddle him, using her free hand to slowly rub his cheek. His face flushed from embarrassment as he struggled with his now ginormous mother treating him like a baby.

  “I know things are scary right now sweety but just know mommy’s got you”

With this, Linda extended her plate-sized hand  to cup Ben’s head, looking down at him with a pouty look on her face. With only one arm to hold him she kept her vice like grip without any strain. She tightened her grip on Ben’s head, slowly drawing him in for a proper hug.

Until that point he was successful in keeping his head away from his mom’s wrecking ball tits, but that would prove to be temporary as the heat and strong musk from her muggy cleavage wafted over him. Sighing, she momentarily held him inches away from her exposed cleavage, filling his view with her doughy breasts. Then without warning, she embraced Ben fully, plunging him face first into her rack and stifling his protests before they could be vocalized. The silence encouraged Linda and she decided to pull him in closer and enjoy the moment for as long as possible.

Ben looked up to plead with her but her eyes were shut and she pressed his head further into her, burying his face into her open cleavage. Yuck, Ben thought, as he was ground into his mother’s stupendous bosom, Has she not showered the last few days? Sadly, she hadn’t. She brought Ben in two days prior and stayed at the hospital for the duration of his treatment, only taking breaks for meals and occasional errands. The resulting scent built up of stress sweat and remedial perfume spritzes was strong even to a passer by, and Ben didn’t have the privelage of simply passing by.

His mom’s stuffy tits smushed against him as breathed in, only to inhale stale air. What little air was trapped in her bosom was tinged with sweat and a sickly amount of lavendar. Shocked into action, Ben attempted to worm his head into a better position, and was just as quickly shut down. If Linda recognized his struggles she made no attempt to back off. She held her toddler sized son even closer to her heart, blissfully unaware of the hell he was going through.  She even went so far as to twist his head back and forth, slowly dragging his face across her breasts and pulling him in deeper. At this point Ben had officially ran out of air and could only struggle like a fish out of water as her sweltering pillows gradually overpowered him, his movements getting weaker with each attempt.  Fuck. Why. Can’t. I. Move?  were Ben's last thoughts, his mind blanking as Linda squeezed a final time, unknowingly smothering her son into unconsciousness. Feeling him go limp, Linda glances over at Katy, who had watched the whole reunion with glee.

“ Maybe its time the little guy got home it looks like he needs some rest!”she exclaimed, not understanding he had fully just been suffocated.

Linda agreed, surprised and a little giddy that Ben had just fallen asleep in her arms. Looking down at him, she gingerly lowered him back onto his bed.

He must have been so overwhelmed, but that's nothing a little affection can't fix!