It all started to happen shortly after Kyle’s 18th
birthday. He had graduated high school and taken a year off to do a
little camping and seasonal work, mostly staying at home with his
mom. Carol, his mother, had been feeling intermittently sick in the
past couple of years. She had just been to the doctor for the third
time during that interval. Carol explained to her son Kyle, “Dr.
Young has taken me off my hormone blockers permanently. Every time I
go back on them, I get so sick I can barely get out of bed.” Carol
was of course referring to the hormone blockers that she had been
prescribed and taking since adolescence. At that time, Carol’s
growth spurts had become a problem, and had affected her ability to
concentrate at high school, some thirty-odd years ago- after all, she
was 45. Forty-five, a divorcee… and a very, very large lady.
Carol’s thighs
were plump, and stocky, holding up a nice, thick ass that protruded
curvaceously from her torso. On this particular day she was wearing
shorts and a tank top, and, as was her custom at this time, no bra.
Bras had been particularly difficult for Carol since in recent days,
she had been growing… Growing because of the change in her
medication routine, no doubt. Having to procure clothing was becoming
a real challenge, and she had only one or two outfits that would fit
around her at any given time. The bras had been the hardest, and
Carol had been forced to give them up rather early. Her large, heavy
breasts wobbled as she shrugged, throwing her hands up. “I don’t
know that I can handle it all by myself…” The big lady chewed her
lips. “I’m trying my best here, but I forget things all the time,
and the mood swings, and…” Carol scowled as she looked around the
living room. “…And I can’t seem to keep the house clean…” She stamped her bare foot in consternation.
Kyle put down his
game controller and snapped up to his feet. “Uhhh… that’s my
bad… I’ll get to it right away…” Kyle hustled to grab a
couple of fast food containers from the coffee table, but Carol
stopped him.
“No, no… It’s
fine, just play your game… We can get it later.” Carol moved to
sit down beside Kyle, and spent the next half hour playing word games
on her phone and ordering pizza. Kyle returned to his own game. Carol
twisted and grunted at regular intervals, crammed as she was on her
side of the couch. “I’m not comfortable!” She groaned.
Her big brown eyes darted around lazily as she wondered aloud, “Oh
yeah… I got rid of the chair…” Carol snickered as she recalled
slouching on the big swivel chair for the hundredth time that week,
finally overwhelming and snapping the metal base. She had flung the
two pieces out the french doors in contempt. “I need more of the
couch. You’ve gotta share…” Carol declared as she put down her
phone. The big plump woman snaked her arm around Kyle’s shoulder.
She scooped her bewildered son up onto her lap. Kyle was caught by
surprise. He swiveled his head up at his beaming mother who seemed to
enjoy the attention she got from tormenting him.
“Mom… Stop
that… I-I’m not a baby…” Kyle complained as he snapped his
head back to the game in front of him. His cheeks were burning as he
had gotten a wide open look at Carol’s huge pepperoni nipples that
were pushing out through the fabric of her top. Carol kept grinning
at her son while she settled her hips into place. Kyle continued
playing as she went back to her phone. He was keenly aware that his
mother’s huge boobs and bulging gut were pressing pleasantly into
the length of his upper body. The scrawny young man was bent forward
with the back of his head tenting into his mother’s awesome
cleavage because he simply didn’t have anywhere else to be. Carol
didn’t seem bothered though. “You know,” she remarked, “I
passed seven-and-a-half feet today…” She giggled, and this sent
her breasts wobbling sympathetically into the sides of Kyle’s head.
“Now I’m
not comfortable…” Kyle complained. He slid down and reclined
against the seat of the couch, positioned between Carol’s
trunk-like thighs. A couple of hours passed. Carol made Kyle retrieve
the pizza at the door. When he brought several boxes back to the den,
Carol took them from him and started gobbling down the food right
there on the couch, as she had done the entire past week. Her illness
had passed as soon as she went off her meds, and her hunger had
returned with a vengeance. Kyle was just used to it at this point,
though it was a little more intimidating to be there on the edge of
the couch, gaming while his hulking mother devoured slice after slice
above him. He missed the chair. In fact, this situation had spun
beyond his control for some time now. He had already made up in his
mind that he would put off his first camping trip. Carol needed him.
She had been finding it harder to take care of herself amid the
ever-shrinking environment, vehicles, clothes, etc. Keeping the house
tidy and doing errands was what he could offer, though it was
becoming harder for him since the take-out containers had started
piling up.
Now it was late,
and Carol put down her phone. She rubbed her engorged belly as it
gurgled noisily. “Oh, sorry baby… Did you want some pizza?”
Kyle did not, seeing as he had already eaten some of that same pizza
today from an earlier delivery. Carol had finished every slice in any
case. Now she relaxed her abdominal muscles, letting her big gut
spill down and press against the back of Kyle’s head. Carol’s
thighs were very warm, and Kyle sensed that they were closer to him
now than before- Carol had slouched which caused her thick creamy
thighs to pancake into Kyle’s shoulders. He felt warm. Too warm, in
fact. He had become uncomfortable in no time. Carol’s breathing
slowed, and she pushed her massive gut out generously with each deep
diaphragmatic breath. Kyle continued to become warmer, but soon he
was comfortable… almost cozy.
Carol soon began
stroking her legs as well as her belly. Her large, heavy hands ran
down her torso and over the tops of her thighs, making a pleasant,
tactile rasping. Kyle stopped gaming sort of by accident, becoming
lulled into the comfort of being pressed up against her mother’s
swollen belly as it gurgled and groaned above. Carol’s hands began
to play over the tops of Kyle’s shoulders now. She gripped and
squeezed his traps gently, but like a vice. She was feeling very
lulled herself. The feeling was not only pleasant, but sensual…
erotic… In fact, Carol was casually surprised to find
herself sort of… aroused. She wanted to slip her fingers
down her shorts and play with her pussy lips for the dozenth time
today. However it would be impossibly awkward to do so with Kyle
sitting right between her legs. She realized with a blush of
self-admonishment that Kyle had stopped playing his game. Oh no…
had he noticed?
Carol excused
herself, abruptly saying goodnight to her son, while her cheeks
puffed up hotly. She had to get out of that room. It’d been too
long since Carol last got off, and she had been suffering these
persistent urges. The urges would induce states in Carol that would
make her irritable, or absent, or hot and bothered. The best way to
control these urges was always to find a quiet place to reach into
her panties and get herself off as quickly as possible. The problem
for Carol, was that as that the urges were increasing geometrically.
Over time she was becoming hornier, and getting the job done
quickly by herself was becoming tragically boring and unfulfilling.
She needed more, and she needed it more often.
Arriving in a
package that day was a footlong silicon dildo of some girth-
something that would have been a ridiculous, oversized prop to most
women. Carol was anxious to give it a test, now that her hunger had
been sated, and Kyle appeared to be busy with his game. The big
lumbering woman headed to her bedroom where she pulled the delivery
parcel from under the bed where she had hidden it. Kyle had answered
the door for the delivery, naturally, but had not asked what was in
the box. That was to be expected, as Carol continued to order many
clothes and other necessities online to accommodate her increase in
size. Carol lubed up the dildo eagerly and set about to filling
herself with a good four pounds of silicon. Now this was more
like it! Carol clung to the bedspread as she pulled the big pink dick
out of herself with a playful slurp. It had been a while since she’d
had a man to pleasure her. Now with her increased size and level of
arousal, she felt extra naughty- just satisfying herself
unconcernedly like a cavewoman. Carol bit her lip and stifled a moan
of pleasure. “This is more like it…” she mumbled to
herself.
Kyle climbed into
the covers of his bed. He had finished gaming an hour so after Carol
had left him so awkwardly earlier. As he had padded down the carpeted
hallway to his bedroom, there had been a noise coming from Carol’s
room. The door had been left slightly ajar, but he had hurried past,
not knowing if his mother had become aware of his presence. Now
laying quietly in his bed, Kyle remained motionless for a time. He
became sleepy in a few minutes, but just as he was about to turn onto
his side to pass out, Kyle heard another sound. A little squeal had
escaped from his mother’s room. He heard even quieter sounds now.
It was the panting of a large set of lungs on a powerful diaphragm.
Mom… What the fuck… Kyle sat up without a
sound and eased himself off his bed. He crept out of his room and
back up the hall. He felt so guilty, spying like this. Lately, since
Carol had been acting somewhat strangely, he had started creeping on
her, albeit, usually more subtly than this. Kyle gazed through the
door that hadn’t quite been shut all the way. He could see Carol’s
clothes strewn hastily about the floor. He crept a little further,
lightly pressing into the door, trying to get an angle to see more of
what was inside.
Carol ripped the
12” dildo from her great slobbering muff, tipping her head back
with a silent snarl of ecstasy. The thickset woman was spread
completely naked across the top of the bed with her legs splayed out
to either side. Her fat, swollen nipples cast shadows across giant
pancake breasts that shone like ivory in the moonlight coming through
the window. She proceeded to rub the tip of the giant penis around
her clit, huffing and gasping like a champ. She greedily plunged the
huge silicon cock in and out of herself some more, riding the orgasm
through its peak while messily soaking her bedspread in womanly
fluids. The big naked women froze and let out another little gasp as
she heard the door creak. A shadow crossed the threshold and Carol
could swear that she heard the scuttling of little feet on carpet,
even as her last few convulsions abated. The interruption had ruined
the tail end of her masturbation, and Carol flung the dildo irritably
into the corner, leaping out of bed with a grunt.
Kyle padded quickly
down the hallway back towards his room. The image of his naked mother
filling her pussy with the huge dildo and obviously climaxing
replayed in his mind’s eye. He was shaking and feeling light-headed
when he heard a thump of a heavy object being chucked. His mother
could be heard rising out of her bed, and Kyle dashed as quickly as
he could to his own bed. The terrified teen slunk deftly under his
covers and pulled them up over his chest. Kyle gripped the bedsheets
tightly while he listened to the heavy thuds of Carol’s feet as
they stomped down the hall, becoming louder. The plump bare feet
paused right outside his door, which Kyle had left open rather than
risking the noise of closing it completely. Carol cursed quietly
outside while Kyle trembled in place. He slitted his eyes and
inclined his head so that he could watch the door covertly, hoping
that his mom would buy the act that he had been sleeping all along,
rather than spying on her.
Carol pushed the
door open slowly. She bent over at the waist so that she could see
under the doorframe. The shape of Kyle’s body laying in the bed
came as some relief to the large woman, but she could have sworn she
had heard and seen something in the darkness of the hallway. Carol
pondered this for a moment. Completely forgetting her own nudity, the
hulking lady pushed the door completely open, watching Kyle sleep as
she breathed heavily. What if he had seen? Carol crept forward
another pace or two, now standing over her son’s bed, pussy
glistening in the moonlight coming through his window. Her heart
pounded as she stood there, clenching her fists and trying to listen
for the rhythm of Kyle’s breathing, which she could not hear.
Kyle trembled in
horror as his mother stood over him, lewdly baring her enormous
breasts and genitals. Too frightened to breathe, he stayed frozen,
now too committed to this bluff to back down. She knows… She
knows I was watching her! Kyle’s mind raced with premonitions
of being accosted, being rebuked, taunted… punished… He heard
Carol’s throat rasp with a loud, dry swallow. Her breathing slowed
down, and Kyle focused all his psychic energy at begging her to
leave, to go away before he passed out from a lack of air. Carol
remained there for a few minutes, watching, looming… but finally
she turned around and departed as quietly as her amazonian size and
weight would allow. Kyle waited until he heard his mother ease her
bulk back into her own bed before gasping in relief. He was left to
lay awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering whether his ruse had
worked.
The next day began
as usual, with both mother and son getting up independently around
mid-morning. Carol worked from home and largely determined her own
schedule. Since her recent health issues had emerged, she had taken a
lot of time off, only answering emails and attending a few meetings
via video chat. Kyle was not surprised to see her sitting at the
kitchen table with a huge bowl of cereal, eating corn flakes with a
soup spoon. She was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, which
seemed to fit her even more poorly than the day before. Carol’s
face was buried in her phone as she read emails, interrupting herself
every few seconds to take in a big gulp of milk and flakes.
“Morning…” She remarked without looking up. Kyle grunted
something in reply while he grabbed a couple of slices of bread to
make toast. “Did you sleep well, baby?” Carol asked casually.
Kyle froze for a
moment, gulping back the fear so that he could respond nonchalantly.
“Uh… yeah… Fine, thanks.” He turned his back to Carol while
he made breakfast, trying to hide his red cheeks.
Carol watched
Kyle’s slow, deliberate movements, scrutinizing him carefully. She
put down her phone, using both hands to bring up to her lips the
salad bowl she had been eating cereal from. She finished off all the
liquid with a long, loud slurp. After a few moments she asked,
“Remind me again, when are you going off camping?” Her voice and
the tone of her inquiry sounded innocent enough.
Kyle’s bread had
been in the toaster for a good minute already, and he felt his
mother’s eyes boring in the back of his skull. With no good reason
to continue facing away from her, he turned around to address his
mother directly. “It’s next week…” He began, “Well… it
was… I, umm…” The teen tried to sound as casual as possible.
“I’m thinking I’ll probably just cancel actually.” Kyle
sounded almost sheepish. “You know… since… since you’re not
feeling well…” Kyle glanced up from the floor to meet Carol’s
gaze momentarily.
The big woman
leaned back on her chair and slitted her eyes coyly. “Well, that
would certainly be a big help to me…” She admitted. The chair
groaned piteously beneath her immense weight. “I’d certainly owe
you a favor…” Carol’s lip curled up and she wrinkled her nose,
as though she was privy to some joke of which her son was unaware.
“It’s no
problem, mom, really…” Kyle mumbled, enjoying the flattery more
than he expected to. He glanced at Carol again, this time taking in
her hefty, curvaceous physique. “You’re bigger again, aren’t
you?” His voice broke a little as he made the observation, and
Carol noted with a bit of naughty satisfaction that her boy was
forced to gulp at the sight of her scantily clad form.
“I definitely
grew a bit yesterday, yes…” Carol stretched luxuriantly,
eliciting another series of creaks from the chair as it floundered
under her the weight of her bulk. After a moment’s thought she
remarked, “I don’t have any more underwear that fits.”
The toast popped
and Kyle whipped around, grateful to hide his blushing cheeks from
Carol’s scrutiny. Why does she have to say stuff like that?
He began scraping some peanut butter across the toast with a knife,
thinking of something, of anything to say that would break up the
painfully awkward silence.
“I could… um…”
He stammered, feeling his mother’s eyes upon him again. “Do you
want me to go shopping for you?”
“No…” sighed
Carol. “Well, yes actually, we’re almost out of food. I’ve made
a grocery list for you… Or, at least I think I did…” Carol was
forgetting everything these days. She had completely forgotten about
being caught masturbating the night before. The events and the
feelings rushed back into her consciousness when she had heard her
son brushing his teeth the next morning. She was fantasizing about it
now though… dreaming about the next chance she would have to get
off… entertaining delicious impulses of exhibitionism. “Don’t
worry about buying panties though,” Carol elaborated coyly. “I
don’t think I’ll wear them anymore.” She felt a naughty delight
in tormenting Kyle with this line of thought. “If I keep growing at
this rate, I might have to rethink the whole idea of wearing clothes,
haha…” The big stocky woman giggled at herself. “What do
you think of that, hon?”
Kyle turned around
and brought his toast to the table. Carol was behaving in such a way
that there was no avoiding the awkwardness of her conversation. He
resolved to try and play it off casually, despite his burning cheeks.
“Um… What like… Walking around naked?” He rasped, wishing
he’d started the day with coffee rather than toast. He flinched,
hearing what he had just said aloud… in the context of spying on
Carol the night previous.
Carol brought her
arms down to the table and leaned forward onto her elbows. In this
position her large creamy cleavage was pushed outwards. By now, the
tank top could barely contain her breasts, and a sizeable fraction of
her prodigious aureoles had advanced up and over the fabric. “Well,
yeah…” Carol mused as she flipped her shoulder-length
chestnut hair back behind her, revealing more of her huge bust. “I
would put on clothes to go outside, but…” She looked down for a
moment, admiring her own breasts. “I think you’ve already seen
everything… right honey?” Kyle looked down at his plate,
suddenly regretting entirely having sat down to engage this line of
conversation. Carol was clearly enjoying watching him squirm, and he
couldn’t think of anything to say. After a few moments, the burly
amazon leaned forward some more and repeated, “Well… What do you
think about that, baby?”
“I-I…” Kyle
stammered. He shifted uncomfortably which brought his scrawny legs
into contact with his mother’s large, voluptuous ones under the
table. It was too much for him. “I’ve gotta, um… I’ve gotta
pee…” Kyle gasped, his throat swelling to the point of choking
his voice. He stood abruptly, leaving Carol behind to watch him
depart.
Seeing her son so
easily outmaneuvered gave Carol a pleasurable, domineering feeling,
but his escape was also inscrutably frustrating. Carol sat there for
a few moments, chewing her lip in contemplation. She needed to get
off again. The big horny woman stood up, sliding the chair back
across the floor with a protesting squeal. Carol thumped down the
hall, passing the bathroom along the way. The door was closed, but
she heard no sounds of her son peeing. She smiled wickedly to
herself. Carol ducked under her doorframe which seemed a good couple
of inches lower than the night before. It wasn’t going to be long
before she wouldn’t be able to walk normally through doorways at
all. Carol ripped her clothes off, fraying the stretched fabric at
the seams. Once again, the huge bulky woman forgot to close the door,
and it remained somewhat ajar while she grabbed her giant pink dildo
and began to play with herself again. Through force of habit, Carol
tried to stifle her own sexual vocalizations, but for some reason,
today she wasn’t trying as hard as she normally would.
Kyle sat on the
toilet, also masturbating. He had to release the pressure before he
did or said something to his giant mom which he would regret. Boorish
grunts and little moans were now filtering under the closed door of
the bathroom while Kyle tugged himself silently. The source and
context of the sounds gradually dawned on the teenager. Despite his
cheeks flushing with renewed embarrassment, he did not stop jerking
off. Once finished though, the shame and reality of the situation
washed over Kyle. He cleaned up as quickly as he could before
sneaking back up the hall. Carol’s door was open, yet again. Kyle
kept his head pointed straight, feigning obliviousness, despite the
fact he didn’t have a direct line of sight on his mother’s
activities. Kyle punched out of there as quickly as he could. He
didn’t need to look, as there was no doubt in his mind what was
going on. Carol was either becoming reluctant or incapable of
concealing the flourishing nature of her newfound sexuality. Kyle was
irritated at how this trampled over his boundaries and how
embarrassed it made him feel. Still, he knew she wasn’t entirely to
blame. Carol had taken her meds for decades, which had apparently
kept all these physiological issues at bay, and had only gone off her
meds when they began to make her sick. With a sigh of resignation, he
grabbed his keys and shoes. Carol had indeed forgotten to make a
grocery list, so Kyle simply re-used the one on his phone from last
week. He noted grimly that he would simply need to double the
quantity of each item, in order to keep up with Carol’s increasing
appetite.
That night, Carol
lay on her bed, glowing in the aftereffects of her most recent
orgasm- maybe her tenth of the day. The large naked woman nuzzled
comfortably into the pillows while her feet dangled over the edge.
The bed wasn’t going to fit her burgeoning body for much longer,
and she would probably have to disassemble it and move it out of the
room to make way for her increased size. Carol smiled to herself as
she envisioned ripping the frame apart with her bare hands and
chucking it through the french doors like she had the living room
chair. The image aroused her, and even as she drifted off, Carol was
becoming horny again. The last couple of masturbation sessions with
her new dildo had been progressively less satisfying. The footlong
silicon dick didn’t fill her up as nicely as yesterday, and after
so much focused sexual exploration, it was sort of becoming old news
to her. The big curvy woman drifted off into a light sleep,
fantasizing about new and more naughty sexual exploits.
Carol’s mind
turned to her son Kyle. The little brat had spied on her last night,
and she suspected, several times before that. She had caught him
staring at her breasts, her ass… Like he wanted to get a closer
look. Well, she had a fantasy for that. The amazon smiled to herself
and twitched in the moonlight as her dreams took on a more
reproachful, more taboo turn. Carol saw herself climbing out of bed
and creeping into Kyle’s room. In her mind’s eye, the big horny
cougar pulled off his bedsheets and grabbed him by the shoulders. The
boy woke with quiet confusion, but his protests were quickly
overturned as she pulled off his pajamas. Carol mounted her son and
began grinding up and down on him. Kyle’s diminutive cock
stiffened, and she reached down to aim it up into her huge, drooling
muff. With sinister ecstasy she fucked him, bringing both of them to
climax in a mist-filled wet dream.
“Ooooohhh,
Kyle…” Carol moaned. Suddenly, she awoke like a lightning
bolt. She had woken herself up, hissing her son’s name into the
dark. Carol heard a sound coming from her Kyle’s room. She sat up
in the dark. Her body glistened with sweat, and her crotch burned
with sexual hunger. The giant mom chewed her lip contemplatively for
a moment. Not thinking clearly, and not even truly convinced she was
awake, Carol called out again, “Kyle… Kyle, baby…” Her words
cut through the silence like a blade. A minute went by. Carol waited
for a reply, trembling in the moonlight, but there was no voice, not
a sound from her son’s room.
Kyle laid perfectly
still in bed. He had been woken up by Carol’s voice for the second
time that night. This time, rather than simply moaning, his mother
had called him by name. What does she want… God… The teen
gripped his sheets and stared at the door, not daring to reply. He
had a fluttering feeling in his guts, one of excitement and anxiety.
There was a creak and a series of thumps as Carol dismounted her
dwindling bed. Kyle’s heart pounded as he heard the big lumbering
woman stalk down the hallway towards his room. The door creaked, and
Carol pushed through. At first, Kyle could see only her huge bulging
breasts, and she had to duck significantly to get in under the
doorframe. He slitted his eyes, remaining still while his mind raced
to come up with a plan of action, or simply to understand what was
happening.
Carol approached
her son’s bed with uncertainty. She trembled slightly. What am I
doing? Kyle was not moving, and still hadn’t responded in any
way. The large, curvy woman lowered herself down to her knees, and
she crept up the side of Kyle’s bed while the floorboards creaked
underneath her considerable weight. Finally, Kyle stirred. He turned
to face his mother, making vague eye contact in the darkness, still
saying nothing. “I was calling you, honey…” Carol mumbled,
still half asleep. “Didn’t you hear me?”
Kyle’s ears were
ringing, as his mind tried to reconcile the fact that his mother had
nakedly accosted him in bed. “Mom…” He breathed. “What are
you doing in here? Why are you n-naked?” He didn’t
know why he was whispering. The situation was unfolding around him
with dream-like unreality.
“I-I…” Carol
stammered. She gulped as she realized that this situation was shaping
up frighteningly close to how her midnight fantasy had gone. This
time though, she knew she was awake, and this was really happening.
The big voluptuous woman swallowed dryly. “I had a dream… that
you…” Carol faltered. What am I doing?! Kyle was clearly
flustered and seemed suspiciously less sleepy than Carol thought he
should have been. He asked her if she’d had a bad dream, but Carol
shook her head emphatically. “No… It was… I just… I need to
cuddle…” Kyle was too flummoxed to reply, but Carol made him move
over all the same. She stood up, bringing her puffy wet crotch
dangerously close to her son’s face, and with a grunt of
consternation, lowered herself onto Kyle’s bed which creaked
dangerously in protest. Carol rolled onto her side and scooped Kyle
into her cleavage. He was trembling, and his mouth was moving as if
to speak, but no sound was coming out. Selfishly ignoring her boy’s
protests, Carol wrapped him up in her thick, powerful arms. She ran
her hands along Kyle’s body, pressing him into her breasts and
crotch. It felt insanely good… quite wicked indeed. Carol’s
womanhood was heating up again, but through shear force of will she
managed to keep from touching herself right then and there. After a
while, Kyle’s tensed-up body began to relax, and pretty soon they
were both sleeping soundly through the night.