‘YOU WIN!’

Declared the screen, with a gaudy, dripping blood text, as zombie heads exploded in the background. The small teenager sitting upright on the sofa fist pumped in victory, adjusting his position and pulling his feet up beneath himself, ready for another round. He pauses briefly, setting aside the controller of his gaming console to grab a drink from the soda bottle- mountain dew. His big,baby blue eyes glance at the wall clock. 5:30. Moms gonna be home soon, he thinks, peering shortsightedly toward the patio window. Getting dark too.. had he overdone it again? He sighed and pushed his broad, round glasses up his nose slightly. Strangely, everything around the boy is curiously oversized, from the high ceiling, to the enormous sofa he sat upon, to the huge, wide doorways, clearly far, far bigger than he needed.

Jerry Jones, or JJ as his friends called him, if he had any, was a fairly typical teen boy, though with enough unusual differences to make him something of an outsider. At eighteen years old, he stood a measly four feet and eight inches tall, and weighed less than a hundred pounds, his small skinny frame excluding him from practically any physical sport. A severe stutter, enormous and thick glasses combined with shiny new braces gave him terribly low self esteem, all of which made him an easy, and perhaps obvious bullying target. It was a great shame really; beneath an unruly mop of dirty blonde hair was a face which could be described as adorable. Cherubic dimpled cheeks, those clear blue eyes and a button nose, and small yet full lips. 

Kind of useless he personally thought, despite his Mom so often gushing over what a ‘big handsome boy’ he was. Honestly, being pulled out of school was the best thing that could have happened to him. Homeschooling with Mom was.. well, a pain sometimes, but it was better than the alternative. Suddenly sad, he stared down at his slender hands, idly wringing his fingers while he chewed at his lip. For the millionth time he wished he was someone, something else. A deep sigh heaves its way out of him, narrow shoulders raising and falling. Trying to shake off the despondency, he's just about to start a new game when the lights of his Moms Hummer shine across the living room wall, the deep growl of the engine thrumming loudly. Good thing they lived a ways off the main road, he thought. No nearby neighbors to complain.

Bracing himself, he waited with practiced patience, staring straight ahead with a mildly exasperated expression. Mom was gonna try and sneak in and surprise him.. yep here she comes.. he never understood why she thought a girl her size could sneak, and yet he plays along, knowing the amusement it gives her.

Outside, the hot pink Humvee coasted to a gentle, rolling stop on the gravel driveway, small stones crunching and shifting beneath the weight of the oversized vehicle. The huge engine rattles off with a final, throaty growl as the owner switches off the ignition and applies the handbrake. A broad door (emblazoned with a striking logo; Josies’ Fitness and strength training! Swings open wide as the car shifts visibly from the movement of the occupant. One long, long leg emerges, thick as a tree trunk yet smooth and shapely, followed by another identical limb. Hot pink sneakers wiggle slightly in the air before touching the stony floor, each nearly double the size of the average man's, and then the rest of this mammoth body heaves its way out and upwards. 

Josie Jones, or JJ to her girlfriends, and plain old Mom to her diminutive son, stands fully upright, her height towering at almost ten feet four inches. Her body looks impossible, voluptuous and thick to an absurd degree, her chest jutting out a good foot in front, breasts the size of pumpkins swaying gently and ponderously beneath a tight sports bra/ vest, the reinforced lycra garment holding on for dear life as the fleshy Valley of her cleavage threatens to spill forth at any moment. Broad, curving hips slope at a steep angle to a comparatively narrow, though still solid and muscular waist, while at the rear, an immense, round booty jiggles in slow motion, a massive, deep peach that is currently swallowing her tiny black yoga shorts whole. Despite her clear musculature, she isn't leathery and dried out as a lesser, steroid abusing woman might appear, no. Her tanned skin covers a healthy amount of body fat, not quite enough to be called chubby, but plenty of padding. Reaching behind herself with one hand, the gargantuan woman grunts quietly, deftly plucking her wedgied shorts loose, letting them snap back against her ass cheeks with an audible crack.

 Letting out a deep breath she places her ham sized fists on her hips and peers toward the living room bay window. One might expect such a woman to have strange, gigantic facial features, but no. While certainly broad and large, it only matches the rest of her. High cheekbones ride atop curved, oval shaped cheeks, while striking green eyes glitter beneath thick, dark, and long natural eyelashes. Chunky and plush lips complete a wide mouth, currently painted a dark scarlet, the only makeup she generally wears. A mane of glossy, jet black hair in a loose ponytail cascades down her broad back, reaching the very top of her backside, which she abruptly reaches up and shakes loose, letting it waterfall down around her powerful shoulders.

Slapping her right hand neatly back atop her hip, she tilts her head slightly, noting the TV light from the living room. And no other light. Had that boy been playing video games all day again? She sighs, reaches into the humvee to retrieve her gym bag, then straightens up, gently bumping the door with her ass cheek to close it. Mischievous light glimmers in her eyes, her pouty lips pulling upwards into a playful grin. She was going to make him jump today, she was sure of it! With exaggerated care, she makes her way to the huge steel and oak door, heedless of the gravel crunching loudly under her enormous weight. As quietly as she can, she clicks the door open, eases her way inside, and closes it again, pausing with her head cocked. Video game sound effects carry through the hall, and she grins widely, satisfied. Slowly, slowly, she slips out of her sneakers, bare feet spreading on the linoleum surface, a trail of hot damp moisture leaving tracks along the floor as she pads along, a huge predator stalking her unsuspecting prey. Or so she thinks.

Peeking around the doorframe of the living room, she spies her target. Only the very top of his blonde head is visible above the back of the couch, but it's enough. Biting her tongue inside her cheek she tiptoes forwards, one long stride at a time until her shadow falls across the entire middle of the sofa, engulfing and dwarfing the small boy seated upon it. Now! Unable to suppress a giggle, Josie bends forwards at the waist, lowering her mighty rack downwards as she slides her meaty arms across her son's narrow chest and shoulders.

“Gotcha!!”

She exclaims, victoriously, laughing joyfully as her monster mammaries slip around either side of his face, partially obscuring his vision from the sides, and resting heavily on his shoulders, inadvertently pushing him further down, and hunching his back. It may as well be someone suddenly sitting on his shoulders, such was the sheer weight of maternal flesh. Her queen sized bubble butt swings left and right in the air behind and above, giving her the slight appearance of a cat that had caught a mouse. The yelp of shock she was hoping for doesn't come however. 

“Hi M-Mom.”

Jerry says, deadpan. With an effort, he turns his face sideways and upwards to peer up through her cleavage, his eyebrows raised in fake surprise. 

“H..How was the g-gym?”

He asks, innocently, allowing himself a smug smile. Josie huffs, disappointed, those chubby lips pouted in a sulk. It doesn't last, and a second later her mouth broadens into a sweet smile as she lowers her head down to press her cheek against the top of his head, nuzzling him for a moment.

“Hm. Pretty good. Decent workout.”

She murmured, eyes closed while she breathes in his scent, nosing gently at his hair before planting a kiss atop his head. Pulling away slightly, she pushes her lips out, expectantly, one fine eyebrow raised. Rolling his eyes, Jerry groans, then shuffles his body around into a kneeling position so that he can face up to his Mom. Difficult with her enormous rack practically resting on his chest, but Josie eases her hand around to his back, pressing her palm across it to steady him. The flesh of her boobs spreads evenly across his skinny front, spilling out from the sides as she pulls him into a motherly hug, pressing her lips against his tiny ones for a four second long smooch, followed by a couple more quick pecks on both cheeks, his nose, and his forehead before she eases off letting him go and raising herself back up, the meaty weight mercifully gone. He has to take a moment to catch his breath, enormous lipstick kisses spread across his skin, glasses steamed up, and hair in disarray. His mom quite literally did not know her own strength, but he was used to it. He's just readjusting his glasses and sliding back onto his butt as Josie thuds her way around the sofa, raising her fat ass, then lowering it with a startling thwump! Sound as it hits the cushions, even the specially made, strong materials creaking under the weight of all that badonka. He vaguely thinks sometimes that his Moms butt alone likely outweighs him. God, if he wasn't careful when she sat down, he would sometimes be launched into the air.

Shrugging this thought away, he looks up, realizing that she was speaking to him. That was another problem he had, he often daydreamed, his mind wandering to odd questions. 

“huh?”

Josie, now sitting with one leg crossed over the other, reclined with her head on one hand, and the pedicured toes of her right foot pointed vaguely in his direction, bobbing gently up and down. She raises one eyebrow, looking down at her tiny son with a slightly stern, motherly expression.

“I said, so what have we done today hmmm?”

The question wasn't really a question. They both knew damn well he hadn't done anything. Again. Unable to hold her gaze, he drops his face towards his lap, shrugging his shoulders and nervously playing with his hands. He just knew a lecture was incoming.

“N..Nothing..”

He squeaks, quietly, still not willing to meet her eyes. It wasn't so much her anger he feared, his Mom almost never got angry. It was the disappointment, or what he perceived as it. In reality, Josie was worried about him. She tried, in her own clumsy way, to cheer him up when she could, trying to engage him at his level, show interest in his interests. But… It was hard. They were such different people after all, and more often than not, she felt like she just embarrassed or annoyed him somehow. And so, instead of a lecture, she decided to try something else. What was it they used to play together on the console..

“Mario kart!!”

She declared suddenly, sitting upright and scooching close to Jerry until her hefty leg was pressing firmly against his skinny one. She reaches around to grip his small shoulder, her other hand patting him enthusiastically on the chest, causing the boy to wheeze and gasp as he's shaken back and forth.

“U..Um.. w..what ab-about it Mom?”

He asks, curiously peering up at the towering woman.

“Let's play! You still like it right? I thought maybe we could, y'know, have a few games before dinner. Waddya say sweetie?”

Well.. that actually sounded sort of fun. Better than nagging, at any rate. What the hell. He bobs his head in a quick, bird like nod, and Josie squees and giggles with delight, giving him another crushing boob hug, before pulling away.

“But fiiiirst….. I'm really stiff from my workout…”

Of course. The tiny teen gives her flat tight lipped smile as his Mom waits expectantly. Everyday it was the same, like she wanted him to offer.

“...would you.. like a f-foot rub Mom..”

He says with a weary sigh, glancing down at those huge, sweaty grippers. This was going to count as a work out of his own..”

“Oh, hun, you really don't need to do thaaaat~”

Well, she said that with absolutely no conviction, as she slides her booty back to the armrest of the sofa, then heaves the small trees she calls legs up and onto it, planting both feet before her wincing son, toes wiggling in excitement. Jerry dry gulped at the sight of them, then with grim resignation, began rolling up his sleeves…

Killer hips and monstrous booty push and squish comfortably against the huge white leather arm rest of the super-sofa, the curvy Amazonian smiling fondly while she slides her sturdy left arm to rest along the top of the back. Her muscular, pillar-like legs stretch outwards from this sitting position, held loosely together with her feet pointed excitedly towards her diminutive offspring, barely giving him room on the cushion. Neatly pedicured and pink painted toes flex and relax, eager for the boy's attention. On a normal woman, they could almost be called dainty, but Jerry could just about wrap his teeny fist around one big toe, such was their size and thickness. He did just that with a tired little huff, grasping the left one for leverage while he repositioned himself, shuffling around and spreading his thin legs outwards on either side of his Moms appendages, so that they sat almost on his lap. His loose green khaki shorts were a good choice today, giving him plenty of wiggle room, he absently thinks. The sides of her feet press gently against his inner thighs, as Josie waited with amused patience, a faint smile on her face, gazing lovingly down at her son with a maternal fondness.

Still holding on to her left toe, Jerry sighs theatrically, and pats his leg.

“Up, please.”

He asks, well trained to his Moms needs. He had to ask of course, his own weedy arms could barely budge her legs if he tried to lift them. It wasn't even a question, and he had never attempted to find out. Obediently, Josie carefully raises her right leg up, spreads it slightly to the side, then gently places her heel down upon her son's slender thigh, the weight pushing his own leg a few inches deeper into the soft and springy cushions. A brief glance of bare, tanned skin all the way up along those thick inner thighs, straight up to her yoga shorts clad crotch is given to Jerry, but he of course studiously ignores it. Instead he focuses on the task at hand. Further up and above him, Josie watches with that same soft expression, tilting her head to rest her soft cheek on her shoulder, while one big hand plays with a long lock of raven hair, twirling it slowly between a couple of fingers. Gosh, she was so pretty, he thinks, heart melting at the sight of her as it often did. Why didn't she have a boyfriend? He shrugs this thought away, unwilling to daydream again, and returns to the present. A foot nearly the length of his torso awaits. 

He cracks his knuckles, and shakes his hands a few times, rolling his shoulders and neck, loosening up, much to the amusement of his Mother, who lets out a short giggle snort, earning her a grumpy frown from her son. She looks off to the side, all innocent smiles, as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, and Jerry continues. He starts at the very bottom of her heel, gripping at the sides as firmly as his short fingers will allow, digging into the meaty flesh with his thumbs and palms, working at the muscle and skin like someone trying to knead unusually tough clay. It seems to work though, as his gigantic Mom releases a long sigh of pleasure alongside a quiet humming sound, closing her green eyes and tilting her head back. Keeping up this movement, Jerry worked his way upwards slowly and surely, pausing now and then to wipe the fragrant sweat on his shirt. It helped with the massage, true, making her skin nice and slippery, and actually smelled kind of nice, a distinct peach body wash his Mom favored. Still, foot sweat was foot sweat, and he just did his best to ignore the liquid as it gradually soaked his t-shirt. 

The upper ball of her sole required extra effort, and Jerry had to really put his back into it, leaning forwards over the foot so that he could rub and squeeze extra hard, the exertion soon causing him to pant and gasp, sweat beading on his forehead. Without thinking, he takes his glasses off and wipes his palm flat across his face, realizing too late that he had just smeared his Moms sweat all over himself. He closes his eyes and groans inwardly, peeking up discreetly to see if she had seen that. Luckily, Josie was still reclining with her face angled towards the ceiling, her massive bust partially hiding her head from his angle. Good. She would have teased him mercilessly for that. A large, glistening droplet of foot sweat rolls down along his nose to the tip, causing his eyes to cross as he examines its short journey with mild revulsion. Just as he's reaching up to catch it, the globule drips from the tip of his nose and directly into his open mouth, causing the boy to recoil with horror as the salty sweet flavor spreads across his tongue, his lips pinching shut far too late, and he reflexively swallows the mouthful, forcing himself not to gag. His whole body tremors briefly, and he clenches his jaw tight. ‘I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen,’ he silently swore.

By this point, his shirt was soaked,a steaming mixture of both his own and his Moms fluids, so he leans back for a second so that he can peel it up and off, tossing the damp garment to the floor, where it lands with a wet slap.

Narrow chest rising and falling, skin glistening with Motherly sweat, he takes one last deep breath and continues on. By this time, he's finally reached her toes, and he pushes the slim fingers of his left hand between them, interlocking cutely. Josie briefly grips her toes in response, without looking down, her smile only spreading. God, he was so good at this. Using both hands, Jerry works at the huge digits, twisting, bending, squeezing and pulling them in all directions, really working at the tension within. Occasionally, he runs his fingers over the smooth nails, examining the pedicure and paint job. He was actually something of a perfectionist, and liked to ensure that his Moms toes looked flawless. An odd thing, he knew, but what the heck. He knew his Mom appreciated it, and she even asked him to paint them occasionally. One last hard squeeze, and this foot is done, the toughened muscle now somewhat more tender, and definitely more relaxed. Jerry inhales sharply, exhales, then flops back onto his elbows, taking a moment's respite. He didn't have long; the couch subtly creaked and shifted as his mom slid her foot from atop his thigh, tucking it snugly between his hip and the couch cushion. The other foot raised up, and gently but firmly planted itself directly onto his stomach and chest, the sweaty skin adhering to his. Her toes flex upwards expectantly, tickling and scritching under his chin.

“Okay o-okay!”

He complains, wearily, the light giggling of his voluptuous Mom only annoying him further. With a fair bit of grumbling, he wraps his arms around her foot in a hug, heaving himself back up into a sitting position, while Josie eases it down between his legs, still contentedly smiling, and playing with her hair. Their skin parts with an audible sticky rasp that tugs at Jerry's flesh, while his Mom, her eyes heavy lidded and half open, gazes down at him mischievously, green iris’ twinkling in the soft glow of the TV light.

He gives her another stern look, as much as he can with that boyish face, and she returns it, again, with an angelic one of her own. Rolling his eyes, he adjusts himself once more, spreading his own legs around her foot, one leg stretched along inside, the other along the outside in a cozy, familiar position. After a good twenty something minutes, he finally finishes his work on this foot, giving her big toe one last affectionate squeeze, and flops onto his back, puny arm muscles aching, most of his upper body drenched in his Moms sweat. This must be how rock climbers feel after a particular difficult challenge, he thinks to himself. Further along the sofa, Josie herself emits a long, happy sigh, raising both legs at an angle and stretching them luxuriously, cooing with contentment. Those pampered feet drop down either side of Jerry's shoulders, soles facing inwards with her toes mere inches from his face. He can see them intruding on his peripheral vision as he gazes tiredly up at the ceiling, but he's not got the energy to move just yet. Her thick calves hem his shoulders between them, and her enormous thighs smoosh together over his own, spindly legs, covering his lower body completely in hot, jiggly female flesh. Mercifully his crotch is located perfectly in a small gap, thus avoiding crushing, or embarrassing bodily reactions.

“That was wonderful, Jerry -bean~”

Josie purred, like an overgrown, and spoiled cat.

“You really are such a good boy.”

That playful light dancing in her eyes, she sticks her tongue out from the side of her chunky lips. Down below, she flexes and pokes her toes against her son's cheeks,squishing and pinching them gently between them, earning his flailing protests, and her laughter.

“Alright alright! I'll stop, jeez, I'm just playin’ Mister.”

She teased, parting her legs and allowing her son to sit up and face her. It isn't often she's reminded of the enormous size difference between them, but this is one of those times. Both are sat upright with their legs stretched fully out, but where her own long and heavy limbs nearly reach across the entire length of the sofa, Jerry's own short legs end barely in the middle, his feet currently tickling the inside of her thighs. He looked so vulnerable, so fragile, his big blue eyes gazing innocently up at her beneath that tangle of golden hair. It made her heart ache for him, and renewed her silent determination to never let anything hurt him, ever again. Jerry couldn't help but notice her suddenly serious demeanor, and tilts his head, looking up with concern.

“M..Mom..? I-is everything o-okay?”

He asks, placing a small hand on her knee. God, he was so sweet, always thinking of her first. She pushes the serious thoughts away, the cheeky grin returning to her lips once more.

“Hm? Oh, of course sweetie! …hmm.. say..”

As she speaks, she leans forwards and down to eye level with her tiny son, inadvertently giving him a front row view of her massive tits squishing together in a fabric straining display of mammary delight.

“My glutes are -real- tight today too…”

She lets that linger in the air, Jerry's eyes widening in realization. Surely she didn't mean.. she wasn't… right?

“Your… butt…? I.. No way!! Thats gross M-Mom! I

..that is.. N-no way!”

Leaning back to her full height, Josie crosses her broad arms beneath her bouncing bust, Jerry fixedly ignoring the jiggle physics before him to stare up in… what? Shock? Disbelief?

“Oh, okay. Hm. I see.”

Josie sighs, dramatically,looking away with an expression of over the top sadness.

“I mean sure, I do all the cooking, cleaning, buy you all the games you want, and so on and so on.. I guess it is a BIT much to ask you to help your poor Mother out with some post exercise physical therapy now and again.”

She sniffs. Aaaand there it is. His shoulders slump, and his head hangs. The guilt tripping!! He falls for it everytime, as they both knew full well. Well… he guessed he did owe his Mom for everything she did. And it was just his Mom right? Not some random lady. And didn't she deserve some pampering? Sigh.. yeah she did. Slowly he looks up, his expression stoic, his head nodding once. He never could say no to his Mom.

“Okay f-fine, I'll do it, sheesh..”

Josie blinks once, taken aback. She hadn't expected him to actually agree! She was only teasing the poor kid. And yet, he was willing to do it. For her. She searched his face, her green eyes flickering over his features, and his nervously determined expression. He was serious, he really was. The massive Moms’ heart fluttered with pride and joy at the generosity and selflessness of her little man. How had she been so blessed to have a son like this. Well, now she couldn't back out either. If he had summoned the courage to go along with her outrageous request, who was she to stop him?

“Oh, Jerry-bean!”

She says quietly, a hand raised up to her chin. That old pet name she used for him, normally made him wince with embarrassment, but she couldn't help it. Like she always told him, he was as sweet as candy. Casting her gaze up and down his small form once more, she smiles a broad, red cheeked grin, then starts to move. Bringing both her knees up towards herself, Josie heaves those battering ram hips up and around, her hands gripping the armrest as she repositions her hulking body into a more easily accessible position. With her son sitting neatly between her ankles, she eases herself down onto her stomach, bulky chest squishing and spreading on the cushion, reaching forwards with her arms until they're crossed beneath her chin as a temporary support. Those muscular legs flatten length ways either side of Jerry, like a pair of sensuous giant anacondas, and with a final flick of her hips, the twin beachballs of her ass point upwards like a mighty rising moon, wobbling visibly and slowly. Perhaps unfortunately for Jerry, all her movements have wedged her yoga shorts deep into the meaty canyon of her butt crack, the smooth, slightly shiny tan skin of her enormous cheeks on full display. She may as well be wearing a thong the poor boy thinks, unable to suppress it. His jaw has dropped at the sight, horrified, intimidated, and oddly curious all at once. Within that deep valley of motherly flesh, the only visible part of her shorts is at the very bottom underside, mercifully covering the smooth bulge of his Moms vagina.

“...Ah…”

He manages to squeak, unable to look away from the sight, as one might be drawn to a car crash, or the sudden appearance of a blimp in the sky perhaps. Another dry swallow clicks in his throat, and he suddenly wonders if this was a bad idea. Deep breaths, deep breaths, he tells himself. It's just Mom, there's nothing to worry about. Even though he finds his hands are suddenly shaking, he clenches his tiny fists and looks on with stalwart determination. One shuffle, two, and a quick scoot, he inches forwards on hands and knees until he's within reach of the cheeks, each one as high as his waist, even when he kneels up. Jeez, never mind her whole ass, he thinks, reminded of his earlier realization. It seemed incredibly likely that each buttock had more mass than his own, tiny body.

“O…okay! Here I g-go…”

He mutters, more to himself than to his Mom. But..where to begin? Left or right? It's painfully obvious that he simply won't be able to handle the entire ass. Instead, he's going to have work on one cheek, then the other, somewhat similar to her feet. But the first problem is he really doesn't want to touch her bare skin. That's a step beyond what he can handle right now, which means he's going to have to unwedgie her shorts first. Now that he's knelt up, looking from one to the other, his hands hovering nervously above the enormous derriere, he's unsure how to go about it. But, alas, he knows there is only one option. Closing his eyes tightly, his face flushed with embarrassment, Jerry slowly inserts his right hand fingers first into that tight crack, causing his Mom to quietly gasp and giggle, intensifying the boy's humiliation. 

Deeper and deeper his slender hand goes, the flesh much firmer than he expected, yet still soft and springy, intense body heat radiating into his skin. Questing fingers carefully probe until they finally bump against the elastic fabric of her shorts. To his discomfort, his skinny arm has disappeared from view, just past his elbow and up to the middle of his bicep, the twin buttocks lazily clamping around his limb like a pair of super heavy pillows. Taking another, calming breath, he inches his fingers carefully around, searching out the edges of his Moms shorts, until he finally manages to hook them in his enclosed fist. Relieved, he begins to tug, gently at first, then harder, slowly realizing with shock that he can't physically do it with one arm, such is the taut strength of the garment. His eyes crack open to stare in disbelief at his ass-engulfed arm, knowing that he's going to have to use both. Blue eyes dart nervously upwards along his Moms toned, muscular back, where he meets her gaze. Josie, obviously amused, is looking sideways over her shoulder at her son, biting her chubby bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.

Obscurely offended, Jerry frowns grumpily, turning his attention back to her booty. This time he isn't as careful, and instead quickly plunges his left arm down and inside to join the other one in its efforts, grabbing firmly hold of the material and heaving upwards with all his, admittedly paltry, might. It works though, as the boy slowly, shakily pulls forth that buried cloth, teeth gritted with the effort, and he actually brings one foot upwards to brace it on the sofa, pulling up, and up, and up. He's got it! With a triumphant yell, he leans right back, pulling the shorts apart as far as he can before letting go. As soon as he does, he's launched right onto his back with a stunned little oof! Noise, while the yoga shorts loudly crack against his Moms momentarily bare globes, eliciting a short and startled yelp from the big woman.

“Hey! Easy does it back there, buster!”

She laughs, eyes dancing with mirth. Secretly, she was pretty damn proud of his effort, as cute and feeble as it was. What he lacked in strength, he sure made up for in spirit, that was certain. Jerry meanwhile could only lay on his back for a moment, yet again gasping for air, his already punished body yearning for rest. It had been worth it though, at least he wouldn't have to touch his Moms bare…. Ass.. he blinks, realization dawning. He'd just had both arms deep in the worst possible place, his skin slick with booty sweat.

“Eeghh… ughh… eeehh..”

He groans, rubbing his palms over his face in disbelief, snatching them away a split second later as he remembers where they've literally just been. A look of almost painful embarrassment creases his features, and he can only let out a deep shuddering breath, the faint aroma of body wash, booty sweat, and ass now pervades his personal space. Definitely going to pretend THIS didn't happen, he thinks, morosely. But still, there wasn't much point in stalling. He told Mom he was going to massage her butt, and that's what he was going to do. Despite his timid, submissive nature, Jerry was pretty determined when it came to keeping his word, one of the few personality traits he shared with his Mother. One more breath of slightly tangy air, and he pulls himself back up into sitting, staring at the now covered dump truck. The black yoga shorts hugged his Moms rump tightly, emphasizing and supporting the shapely buttocks. Emblazoned across both cheeks was his Moms business logo, again in a hot pink. Flashy, and gaudy he thought, but it for sure got her business. Stopping himself from going off on another thought tangent, Jerry repositioned his body just between Josie's thighs, hands once more hovering while he contemplated just where to begin. There was just so.. so much..

Just as he's finishing this thought, he senses movement from his Mom. Leisurely reaching back behind herself, Josie casually pinches the top of her shorts between finger and thumb, and with a swift jerk, she tugs them upwards, burying them in her crack once more and exposing her smooth bronze cheeks while Jerry gapes with disbelief.

“MOM!!?!”

He yelps, flabbergasted at his Moms audacity. The enormous woman can only laugh, a giggle fit overcoming her, while Jerry splutters and waves his hands at her ass, her face, then back again. She shakes her head, still wriggling with mirth, and answers him, her voice dripping with sweetness.

“What's up babes? …oh! This?”

With an effortless tilt of the hips and clenching of muscles, she slams her cheeks together with a loud clap, both of them wobbling with a hypnotic rhythm barely a foot away from her son's face. He's still speechless, trolled again by his Mom, and for a good minute he can only watch as she twerks a few more times before calming herself down.

“Okay okay, just playing hun. Here.”

Still smiling, she again reaches down, this time deep into her ass, much like Jerry had done not long before, though she only needed her fingers. With zero effort, Josie pulls the clothing free, and neatly spreads it out, giving him an exaggerated cheeky wink before turning away once more.

“Continue.”

What Jerry didn't know was that his Moms playful display of booty clapping had actually been a means of wasting a little time while she shook off a naughty sensation. When the tiny teen gripped her shorts in his fist, his delicate little knuckles had actually brushed lightly across her tight anus, the orifice twitching and puckering as a delightful tingle shot its way into her abdomen. Partially she felt guilty, but a deeper part of her had found the gentle inadvertent touch to be quite tantalizing. She would have to take care of that later. For now, she focused on her son, eagerly awaiting his next move.

The young boy between her legs, however, had been stunned and hypnotized by the agile display of Mom-ass, a distinct twitching forming down in his own groin. Yet another deep gulp bobs up and down his throat as he forcefully ignores this, closing his eyes and willing the bad thought's away. He would have to become more logical about this. Yes, it was an incredible butt. It was fine to look, to admire it, but at the end of the day, it belonged to his Mom. Think logically. You aren't turned on by it, that's just not possible. Reassured by this line of thinking, Jerry sighs in relief as his budding erection returns to its flaccid state. He could keep this up, no problem. Okay! Nodding briskly, he returns to the task. Now, which cheek first.. After a moment's hesitation, he decides to pick the old fashioned way.

“Eenie meenie, miney mo…”

Left right, left right, left, aaaand right. Decision made, he turns more towards that particular muscle, his hip resting against his mother's thigh. With great care, he moves both hands over to the highest peak of the cheek, then gently presses them down, palm first. Now that he's concentrating, Jerry can appreciate the full texture and sensation of that weighty hunk of flesh beneath the thin material. It's.. really quite something. His hands sink nearly an inch and a half into her skin until they meet resistance, the immensely powerful glute wrapped in an ample padding of fat. Huh. His own butt was practically skin and bone. This must be super comfy to sit on. Up above, Josie watches her son with bemusement, one eyebrow raised as he examines and fondles her ass cheek.

“Ahem.”

She clears her throat, startling the boy, and he looks quickly up to his mother with a sheepish grin.

“Oh!! J..just umm getting a fuh.. feel for it M-mom”

Josie says nothing, merely watches with the faintest of smiles curling the corners of her plush lips. Jerry manages to snap out of his reverie, and finally gets to work. Leaning forwards and pushing down as hard as he can, sliding and grabbing fistfuls of flesh, hands exploring and squeezing up, down, and and around, searching for tougher spots, or knots in the mighty booty flesh. It's amateurish compared to his foot massages, but by god it still feels great, Josie thinks, easing her head down and away, chin resting on her forearms and her eyes closing slowly in bliss. That boy has magic hands, she would swear it. From her little gasps and moans, Jerry figures he must be doing a good job, and keeps at it, pleased that she is pleased. Its even harder work than her feet, and he frequently has to stop for breath, resting his elbows atop the squishy mound of flesh until he regains a little energy. The heat rising from his Moms thighs, crotch and ass seemed to increase, rivulets of sweat forming on her skin once more and dripping steadily from beneath her shorts until a darker, damp line appears right over her crack. From his close position, his face so close to it, Jerry is treated to the distinct, pheromone laces scent of her womanhood, although he has no idea what it is, only that it smells amazing. He simply assumes its her body wash again, although the smell of her sweaty booty provides its own, less pleasant aroma. He quickly gets used to it however, rather enjoying his job now, his Moms ass much easier on his hands, the natural springy flesh allowing him to push and squeeze much harder, and for longer.

“Oh…oh sweetie thats… hmmm… that's wonderful “

Josie groans in bliss, the tension she didn't know she was carrying melting away. Jerry blushes deeply and smiles shyly, as his Moms hips move up and down in sync with his pushing, obviously wanting more. It's not long before he moves on to the left cheek, slapping his hands down onto the wobbling hunk and getting to work, spending the last of his endurance on making sure that her whole ass is thoroughly relaxed. Moms long, happy coos and grunts tell him that he's done a good job, and with a weary smile he finally let's his arms droop down between her thighs, resting his knuckles on the cushion just before her crotch, his face level with her booty, and mere inches away as he takes deep slow breaths, too tired to care that he's practically huffing his Moms ass. Utterly spent, the boy attempts to raise himself up, but fails, only managing to stumble forwards on shaking legs to land chest and face first on Josie's phat backside. It's.. incredibly comfortable, softer and firmer than any mattress, so much so that he is certain he could fall asleep right here. His arms spread out either side to hug and squeeze the massive cheeks either side of his head, which he has to push forwards and up, so that his chin rather than his face is buried in the center. The longer he lays still, the further he sinks in, like some sweaty, memory foam mattress.

“You comfy there huh?”

Josie's husky voice calls gently from above, and Jerry tilts his tired eyes upwards to meet hers, nodding slowly as her cheeks begin to squash in either side of his face. She snorts, amused, and shakes her head slowly.

“Well, sorry Mister, but Moms butt isn't a bed. Time for showers!”

She declared, reaching back to ruffle the hair of her little booty passenger.

With a slow pivot of her powerful hips, Josie gently slides the boy off of her backside and onto the couch, momentarily trapping him in between her huge body and the backrest. Laying on her side for a moment, the huge amazon stretches luxuriously, sliding her upper hand up and down along the deep incline of her waist and hip, eyes closed and face glowing. Jerry's enthusiastic administrations on her feet and bum had really done the trick, a perfect stress relief from her hard workout. They lay there together for a long few seconds, huge Mother, Tiny son, both sweaty and both relaxed. It was a sweet moment for sure, even if Jerry was being half squashed by her ass and thighs onto the cushions. Smiling fondly, Josie rolls once into him, springy booty gently squashing against his narrow torso, then she rolls the opposite way, heaving her mighty legs upwards to slap her bare feet onto the floor.

“C'mon you, up up up!”

She laughs, turning at the waist to smile down at her little boy, reaching and jostling his shoulder with her over sized hand. Jerry can barely resist, allowing himself to be shaken back and forth, and he can't help but grin himself, weakly batting at her much larger arm. This elicits another giggle from his Mom, who simply scoops her hand around behind his back, and effortlessly slides his entire body into a sitting position besides herself, little legs hanging over the front of the sofa.

“Shower time kiddo! You smell like butt!”

Jerry's Mom teased, pushing him gently onto his feet, smiling with amusement as he stumbled a step or two, before he defiantly folds his arms and turns to face her. Even standing up, he's barely able to look her in the eye while she's sitting down, and so his posturing falls a bit flat.

“Th-thats your f-fault lady!”

He declares, obviously playful. He was in a much better mood now, the time spent with his Mom having lifted his spirits considerably. Josie returns his expression with mock confusion of her own, blinking and tilting her head, plump lips pouting.

“Me? Honey, you're the one who wanted to play with your Moms booty!” 

That sulky pout turns into a devious smile as Jerry's face darkens to a deep red at her words. Try as he might, his Mom always had the advantage when it came to teasing. She chuckled deeply and shrugs, deciding to cut the little game short for now.

“But never mind that now. Off you go little man!”

As she speaks, Josie raises herself upright to stand before her diminutive teenager, hands upon her mighty hips, bosom swaying ponderously. The poor kid instinctively takes a step back, one so that he can avoid getting knocked over, and two, so that he can actually see his Moms face. His head only came level to her groin, and if he stood too close and looked up, all he got was a view of underboob. Still in an unusually playful mood, Jerry points an accusatory finger up at her.

“Okay b-but this i-isnt over young lady!!”

She laughs at this, then abruptly starts forwards, making Jerry flinch, and scamper off towards the stairs at high speed. The amazon Mom giggles loudly, calling after him, her tone still teasing and threatening all at once.

“Yeah you better run boy!! Shower! Now!”

As the slender finger disappears from sight, Josie exhales a long, happy sigh. It was so good to see the normally quiet and withdrawn boy having a little fun like this. A clear sign that she really did need to spend more time with him. The free massages were just an added bonus she thinks, eyes twinkling. One last sigh, and she starts to make her way upstairs herself, her strides long and heavy compared to his short rapid little steps. The pair of them had separate bathrooms, each adjoining their respective bedrooms and custom built for their sizes, like most things in the house. This odd arrangement made much of the furniture and appliances curiously mismatched, but it worked for them. 

In his own bathroom, Jerry wastes no time, sliding out of his sweat soaked shorts and practically jumping into his shower booth, eager to wash the smelly liquid from his skin. His Mom was a pain at times, but.. somehow, sometimes, she made him feel so good, so.. needed. No one else could do that for him, everyone else just treated him like a useless weakling. As he let the hot water cascade over his slender, naked form, he decides that he needs to make more of an effort. Not so much for himself, but for his Mom. A few minutes later, he emerges, smelling much better, and dripping with clean water rather than foot and ass sweat. His eyes shut tight, and his hair plastered to his scalp, he reaches forwards towards the towel rack, fumbling blindly, only to find it lacking in that department. Tutting loudly, he pushes his wet hair away from his eyes, and tip toes over to the door, cracking it open slightly so that he can yell.

“Mom!! D-do we have any.. any dry towels?!”

Josie answers a moment later from her own rooms further down the hall, voice carrying easily and mixed with the sound of her own, powerful jet shower.

“In the dryer sweetie”

Oh man.. Jerry thinks. He considers it briefly, then decides he has time. Easing the door open fully, he hurries along down the hallway towards the end where the washing room is, moving quickly and quietly as possible past his Moms open door. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him naked. Mission successful! He thinks, smiling as he carefully closes the door behind himself. The washing machine, sink and dryer are neatly arranged in the smallish room, a short step ladder for his use handily placed to the side so that he can reach without having to climb. Not needed for the dryerl of course, which he heads to now, short sighted eyes squinting at the blurry shape of cloth within. Opening the hatch, Jerry reaches in and grabs the first couple of towels, wrapping one around his hips, and using the other to roughly dry his face and hair, thoroughly rubbing it at his skin. Much better, he thinks, taking a moment to drape it around his shoulders, enjoying the fresh floral scent. On his way back to his room, he's greeted by the sight of his Mom coming the opposite way, looming above him. Washed and dried herself, she's wearing one of her huge white cotton t shirts, the specially made clothing big enough to be slightly baggy on her massive frame, while the hem barely reaches her hips, long powerful legs on full display, the bottoms of her buttcheeks flashing if one were to watch. She stops suddenly, gazing down at her son with both eyebrows raised.

“You ah.. okay there, babes?”

She asks, innocently, her expression unreadable. Without his glasses on, her features are somewhat blurry, but he can still sense some things up. Coming to a stop himself, he absently uses one hand to hold onto his hip towel, while the other rubs at the side of his cheek.

“Uh.. y-yeah, why? Just um, g-getting dried off..”

What was she up to? Josie flicks her gaze towards the washing room, then back down, a big grin suddenly forming on her lips.

“Oh, no reason hun. I was just heading to grab a clean pair of panties from the dryer, but I see you kindly decided to bring them to me…”

What was she talking about? He hadn't grabbed any.. wait. He blinks, slowly bringing the towel in his hand closer to his face, staring at the rich, thick material..which is framed by soft pink elastic, and has two giant gaps where the legs go. Her legs. Once more his face flushed with embarrassment, utterly mortified. He can barely look up to meet his Moms gaze, but rather than bursting out laughing, Josie just smiles.

“Lemme just ah..”

Reaching down, she deftly plucks the huge pair of panties from his grip, then leans back and lowers them down. Much to his further shock, his Mom then slips her feet into position and starts to shimmy her undies upwards, wiggling her hips left and right as she pulls them snug over her nethers. Smoothing her short shirt down at the front, she gives her stunned offspring a big wink, then turns on her heel to saunter away towards the stairs, hips swaying, booty jiggling.

“Just put my other pair in the laundry basket when ya done, babes”

She called over her shoulder, leaving her shocked son standing there wrapped in her panties, his skin beet red.

===

Half an hour later, Jerry finally managed to summon the courage to head back downstairs, nervously edging his way into the living room, pausing at the doorway so that he can discreetly peer in. His Mom, now wearing loose grey sweatpants along with her shirt, is reclining casually on the couch once more, one leg crossed over the other, slowly bouncing up and down while she gently taps at the cellphone in her hands. He's strongly considering just sneaking away back to his room, shame faced, when the voice of his mom makes him jump.

“There you are sweetie.”

Josie says without looking up.

“I was wondering what you were up to.”

Still texting, she pats the cushion beside herself in an unspoken command for Jerry to come sit. He does so obediently, meekly hurrying over and clambering up next to her, sitting timidly facing forwards with his hands on his knees. Still, Josie says nothing, the only sound heard the tappity tao of her cell, and her slow steady breathing. The anticipation is killing him, he's certain she's about to begin some merciless teasing, but it doesn't come. Instead, she slips an arm around his shoulders and hug squishes his body into her side. Finally putting her phone down, she beams a smile down at her little son.

“Well, looks like dinner is fixed! Your aunt Jen is visiting, and she's bringing pizza! Fun right?”

She asks, her hand rubbing up and down his shoulder and arm, the side of his face repeatedly smooshing against her massive bosom, a breast double the size of his head jiggling lightly atop his skull. Carefully looking up and around the massive mammary, Jerry is surprised but pleasantly so. It seems his Mom wasn't going to mention the panty incident after all, and his second favorite woman was coming to visit. Aunt Jen, was almost the exact same shape and height as Mom, but where she was tan skinned and raven haired, Jen was pale with a shock of curly red hair, and a smattering of freckles. The sisters could have been twins otherwise, but their personalities and life choices were also rather different. Jen was a bit of an eccentric, always talking about spirituality, horoscopes and crystals, and yet she worked as some sort of researcher for the ‘Amazon Foundation’, a rather mysterious government agency that studied the phenomenon of Mini men, and Amazon's both. It was all really secretive, and Jerry only knew what he had heard from eavesdropping conversations between his Mom and Aunt. Josie's phone buzzed once again, and she perks up with delight.

“Oh! And she's bringing wine~! It's gonna be one of those nights!”

She cackled, squeezing Jerry more firmly into her waist. Oh no he thinks, heart fluttering. Two drunk Amazon's..what could go wrong..

With a couple of hours to kill before Aunt Jen's arrival, Josie and Jerry have decided to get some gaming done. The large flat screen TV blazes with the split- screen Mario kart action, Jerry playing as Yoshi on the left, while his Mom has chosen Princess Peach, because as she explains it “she looks cute”. Josie sits Indian style on the shaggy gray rug, while Jerry perches neatly on his gaming chair just beside her, their faces roughly level.

“Hey! No fair!”

From the looks of things, Josie is having quite a hard time beating her tiny son, the controller comically small in her huge hands as she delicately tries to manipulate the buttons and sticks, her lips pushed out in an frustrated pout, watching with annoyance as Jerry effortlessly laps her. The boy himself only grins, cocksure and smirking with confidence. In every single other aspect of life, his powerful mother could, and usually did, utterly dominate him. But here, in this gaming arena, things were very different.

“Mmmhh, life isn't f-fair baby!”

He declares cheekily, grinning from ear to ear as his Mom squints sideways at him, thoroughly enjoying this temporary shift in the scales of power.

“Ohoooh, you're gonna pay for that little man!”

The big woman huffs, hunching further forwards, forearms on her shins as she stares intently at the screen, her normally smooth brow crinkled in concentration. She's just about to catch up with him, excitedly spamming the fire button when a banana peel drops directly into her path, sending her digital vehicle careening off the track. Jerry giggles and sticks his tongue out at her, inflaming her natural competitiveness to even greater heights. If she couldn't win fairly, she would cheat! Smiling deviously, she heaves herself to her feet with surprising agility, shuffling sideways and “accidentally” Swinging her wide hip directly into Jerry's line of sight, to which he squawks in protest.

“MOM!! That's cheating!” 

He huffs, leaning further left, his control pad held high in the air. Again her hip slides into view, one hefty buttock jiggling in his peripheral, but still, infuriatingly, he manages to knock her spinning away. Josie grunts in annoyance,tossing her thick mane of hair, and sulking down at her son while the match restarts.

“How are you even doing that?!”

She demands, turning sideways to him and resting her hand on the sloping curve of her waist.

“Um, you just n-need a better gaming ch-chair”

He replies loftily.

“Oh yeah? Let me sit on your chair then!”

She argued, inching closer, and eyeing said chair with jealousy.

“N-No way Mom, it's mine!

Jerry huffed, frowning up at her. Not a chance he was risking his win streak.

“Besides, your f-fat butt would squish it…”

This was entirely the wrong thing to say, he realizes as Josie's face lights up with that oh so familiar, mischievous delight.

“Oh is that right? Well then you'll just have to share!”

Without warning, she bursts into action, sliding her leading leg to the left and swinging her wide hips along just after so that she can line up a perfect shot for her target. She's going to sit down, on Jerry's chair, and quite obviously, Jerry too.

“Mom no!!! It's too small for your butt!

He insists, quickly lurching himself sideways in order to spoil her aim.

“Nuh uh!! Hold still!”

Josie laughed, moving again, the twin moons of her posterior looming into view once more. Jerry yelps, and heaves himself in the other direction, chair wheels squeaking as he desperately dodges and dives. The pair of them carry on like this for almost ten minutes, The Mom lurching backwards, trying to back up her trunk, The Son wheeling around and pushing away, until they both abruptly stop, look at each other, and erupt into a shared fit of laughter.

“Okay okay, I give up, I swear!”

Josie declares, hands up and giggling. To prove it, she pivots around, sparing her son from the view of her deadly behind, and instead drops her bulk heavily onto the sofa.

“Truce?”

Jerry sighs with relief, releasing his death grip on the sides of his chair, then nods, face flushed and still smiling himself. His Mom looks at him, with a curious expression, her eyes softening, but her heavy lips gently smiling.

“C'mere babes”

She commands, patting her knees for emphasis. The boy is suspicious, half expecting a trap, but his Mom looks like she's being serious for once. Cautiously, he slips out of his seat, and edges over to her, where she sits, still smiling with her hands on her thighs. Her powerful arms suddenly shoot out and wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in to one of her signature, bone crushing Mom hugs, her massive chest cushioning against his entire torso, and her cheek pressing firmly, yet gently into his. She holds him there for a minute, eyes closed, slowly stroking his back with one huge hand, while she nuzzles her nose against his neck and shoulder, planting kisses along his skin that make him tingle in a strange, but pleasing way. When he's finally released from the overwhelming display of maternal affection, Jerry wobbles lightly on his feet, gulping a few deep breaths back, dizzy and blushing.

“J..Jeez Mom.. are you trying to s-squish me?”

Josie only laughs and shakes her head. Her hands slide down to grip his slender waist, the wide  grip almost enveloping the little teenager, then she pulls up backwards onto her lap.

“We can share a seat like this, hm?”

She tells him, planting a huge, soft smooch on the back of his head, leaving him to wonder just like what's gotten into his Mom. He's about to ask just that, but Josie spreads her legs apart just far enough to deposit the boy between them, then wraps her arms around his middle, gently this time, one hand grabbing her controller.

“Let's keep playin, kay? For a little longer.”

He was.. confused, but. Actually kind of happy. It felt nice, he felt.. safe with her. Relaxing against her was actually easy too, and she was. Well, incredibly comfy. Her belly provides a soft, solid backrest, while her enormous bosom engulfs his head, each breast settling neatly onto his shoulders and spilling outwards, as his head slots almost perfectly into her cleavage. And her thick, Amazonian thighs make for wonderful arm rests, even while she gently squeezes her legs together in a slow rhythm. She was so warm too, so tender. He could only sit, and bask in the maternal power she exuded, so much so that he could barely stay awake.

“Jerry… sweetie..?”

She whispers quietly, her voice only just audible to him through the fatty mass of her breasts.

“Mmff.. yeah…Mom?”

“I win.”

Whether she meant the game, or his heart, he didn't know. And smiling, right now, he didn't care.

==

Some time later, Jerry stirs, waking from one of the best naps he's ever had. Stretching his arms out, he yawns sleepily, and grabs an armful of his pillow, burying his face in it and breathing in the fresh, peachy scent. It felt amazing, soft, but with a perfect firmness to it, that allowed his head to slowly bounce. Pushing his face out to the side, he squirms happily on his bed, and squeezes and pulls at his pillow, trying to get the position just right. There is something off though, a fairly hard lump just under the cover of it. Without opening his eyes, he gropes around, pushing his hand under the soft cotton of the pillow case, and sliding his palm along the surprisingly smooth surface, until his fingers brush against the lump. What is this, he thinks, puzzled, running his fingers around what feels like a broad, slightly bumpy circle larger than his spread out hand, and directly in the center is a bigger, squishy-hard protrusion. The more he squeezes and tugs at it, the harder and bigger it seems to get. Okay, he thinks, this is just weird. 

“Ahem… having fun, kiddo?”

His Moms voice, and it sounds very much like its usual, teasing tone. His eyes snap open, suddenly worried, and he lifts his head from his pillow, only to see his Moms amused face barely a foot away from his own. Why was she so close.. he realized all of a sudden; he was laying on top of her, he must have fallen asleep in her lap, and then she lay back onto the sofa, with him.. Then what was.. slowly, eyes growing wider and wider, Jerry looks to his immediate left at his pillow. Which… wasn't a pillow after all, in the strict sense. His hand is far up under his Moms shirt, his fist curled around her now engorged nipple.

“....oh…..”

“You know, you could have taken me to dinner first, sweetie.”

The merry jingle of the doorbell interrupts the horrifying situation, and Jerry all but hurls himself at the floor, tripping and stumbling the instant he's off of his Mom.

“I'll get it!!”

He squeaks, vanishing around the doorways, leaving his Mother laying alone, and looking thoughtful as she absent mindedly runs a hand over the curving swell of her breast. She had been joking, but…

Jerry, incredibly relieved to avoid continuing..whatever that was, practically sprints to the door, nearly crashing into it in his haste. The door handle is high, as might be expected, reaching his shoulder, but the boy easily turns it and opens the door nonetheless. He looks up, and up and up again, at his second Amazon relative, smiling widely.

“Aunt J-Jen! Hi!”

Wearing tight fitting jeans that accentuate her superhuman curves, a tiny tank top from which a deep, fair skinned cleavage strains, and black, strappy heels, his Moms’ red headed sister beams a red lipped smile.

“Jerry bear!!”

She bellows, instantly bending downwards to embrace her nephew in a bone crushing hug, effortlessly picking him up and holding him tight, his face buried in between tits that match his mother's. A fact that he forcefully ejects from his mind. It was amazing how fast a person could move on, when given the right motivation.

“How's my big boy huh?”

She laughs, spinning around with him, one hand pressed to the back of his head, the other cupped firmly around his narrow butt, holding him like a small child. Her ginger hair, bound in two loose pigtails, flips around, tickling at his head. Or what's visible of it.

“Josie, babes, where you at girl!”

Aunt Jen called out, walking fully into the house. A moment later, Josie comes striding around the doorways to greet her younger sister, and the huge women immediately embrace one another in an excited hug, absolutely smothering and squashing the tiny teenager between themselves, his head jostled and battered relentlessly by four breasts, each three times the size of his head. Muffled sounds emerge from somewhere down in the mixed cleavage, but the women pay him no mind, and instead walk side by side into the living room, chatting and gossiping happily. Jerry is finally released a moment later, plopped down onto the sofa, and wedged tightly between his Mom and Aunt, their hips pressing into his sides, their boobs utterly obscuring his view. It's not so bad though, he thinks, managing to wiggle backwards so that he can rest against the sofa,hidden in a sort of squishy female cubby hole, his puny body almost entirely hidden from sight by the double behemoths he calls his family.. He knew he could chill out for a minute while the girls caught up. Smiling, he closes his eyes and tries to relax, eager to forget his accidental groping earlier. Now, if he could just make it through the night…

A couple of hours later, with a belly full of pizza and soda, skin glistening red from thick, smeared lipstick (courtesy of his Aunts overly affectionate, chunky lipped cheek smooches) we find Jerry reclining on his bed with a Nintendo switch, playing some random game of which he's only half paying attention. After the first hour of being sandwiched between the two women, the teen had grown bored, the feminine discussions of clothes, fashion, and general gossip hardly his cup of tea. He might be a nerd, but he was still a boy, and enjoyed geeky male things. It hadn't exactly been easy extracting himself from the tangle of thick limbs, and he could have sworn his Aunt Jen kept repeatedly dropping her butt cheek onto his lap, but here it was at last, a degree of peace. Which, of course soon ended, as the increasingly rowdy talk from downstairs drifted up into his room via the half open door. The ladies had started drinking, that special sized, amazon made bottle of wine Jen had brought apparently being put to good use. It took an absolute ton to get his Mom drunk, he knew, but Aunt Jen somehow always managed. If Jerry didn't know better, he would have said that she was encouraging his Moms' most flirtatious and teasing habits. Geez, , Aunt Jen was actually -worse- come to think of it, often downright lewd. Ah well, he was safe from their frisky attention up here, he thinks, with no small amount of relief… although, they had been mysteriously quiet for a minute..

“Jerry beeeean!! Hey, c'mon downstairs sweets, we need your help!”

Called his Mother, her voice a notch louder, and her tone giddy.

“Yeah! We need a *mans* opinion.”

That one was Jen.

Much raunchy cackling and giggling ensued, giving Jerry a distinct sense of foreboding. Still, they keep calling up, cajoling and sweet sounding. Taking a deep breath, the wary kid sits up, adjusts his glasses, and glumly begins trudging towards his door, and the stairs beyond. Experience had taught him it was better not to make them wait in this state. If he did, there was a high risk they'd simply come barging into his room to bother him with whatever mischief they were cooking up. Carefully, he takes the stairs, one tall step at a time while he slides his small hand along the wall, alert for a possible ambush, but as he peers down towards the living room, he can see the shadows of his Mother and Aunt bobbing and moving about, accompanying some pop song that aired before he was born. They were dancing, apparently. That wasn't so bad right. Still, his gut urges caution. You never knew what these two could be planning.

The question forming on his lips slid right off into a stuttering gasp as he eased himself into the doorways, his blue eyes immediately drawn up to the Amazon's, widening until he felt they might simply fall out. 

“Jer’ bear!”

His Aunt cries out, catching sight of the trembling little blonde.

“There you are! We need a boy's opinion, and you're the only boy in the house. How do we look?”

The giant redhead innocently asks as she and her older sister slide a hefty arm around one anothers curvy waists, resting their respective hands loosely atop the hips. Both of them are smiling, or grinning, eyes twinkling and cheeks reddened from the booze. That's not what has Jerry's attention so firmly, however. It takes a moment to process, to force his hormonal brain to reboot. What was the word.. lingerie. They were dancing in their underwear. Mom was wearing what appeared to be a suitably massive two piece bra and thong, creamy white and silken. It.. barely covers her, practically a thin strip of fabric and string that leaves nothing to the imagination. He can even see the neatly trimmed landing strip of her pubic hair just peeking out from the top of the panties, while his Auntie is sporting the shortest satin and fluff trimmed night shirt he's ever seen, the hem of the delicate garment ending just above the bottom of her asscheeks. He can't.. look away. He wants to, but his eyes are drawn, forced almost to stare, every massive curve and jiggling inch of flesh hypnotizing him like a deer in headlights. The fact that their crotches were the same height as his reddening face did not help matters, at all.

Both sisters share a satisfied look, grins widening until they both burst out into wild laughter, jostling each other's hips, and slapping at their arms with good natured play.

“I think he approves!”

Aunt Jen declares nudging Josies with her elbow and winking theatrically. His Mom rolls her eyes, then turns, excitedly waving her tiny son over.

“Fancy right? Your Aunt Jen bought it all! Hey, come, come dance with us babes!”

Jerry is rooted to the spot, a heady mixture of fear, intimidation, fascination and shame sending warring hormones pumping through his bloodstream. They were just so.. so.. hot. No!! Wrong word! He curses himself, hands trembling. Get a grip, get a grip, he tells himself. It's Mom and Aunt Jen, they're playing around, it doesn't matter how sexy they look- HOW NICE they look! A shuddering sigh escapes his lip, then, he timidly approaches the pair of scantily clad Amazon's his gaze firmly fixed upon the floor, shuffling forwards until he sees their toes, close together and pointed at him. Swallowing dryly, he begins to drag his eyes upwards, following the shapely, muscular pillars of their legs, quickly skipping over their panty covered crotches, and finally slowing to a stop upon the firm smooth abdomens. 

“You look.. y-you both look-very nice”

He tells his Moms belly button in a hoarse whisper. This seems to please the women mightily and they crowd over him, ruffling his hair, pinching his cheeks and patting his shoulders. A change in the background tempo indicates a new song has appeared on the play list, and both women gasp excitedly, grabbing each other's shoulders and yelling.

“I love this song!!”

Without any other warning, a pair of powerful arms snatch Jerry up, startling a small honking yelp out of him. His Mom has grabbed him by the waist, pulling him firmly into her side and practically molding his body into the deep curve of her waist and hip.

“Let's dance!”

For the entire duration of the song, Jerry is swung around, pressed against one woman's massive chest then the other, and hip bumped between them as though he were an accessory rather than a human being, and it takes all of his willpower to simply not faint. Aunt Jen doesn't let up in the slightest, turning and shaking her booty in impressive rhythm to the beat, fuzzy skirt flipping up and against his face, showing him way, way more than he'd asked for. And then finally, mercifully, it's over, both women cackling and giggling, practically falling over themselves to sit on the sofa, a pair of drunken redwoods towering over the boy, then landing with a double thump that seems to shake the entire house.

Staggering to a dizzy halt, Jerry is about to back away from the dangerous females, but Aunt Jen, who seems slightly more sober than his Mom, extends one long, glorious leg, and hooks her heel behind his back to pull him roughly between her bulging, pale thighs. The smooth, soft flesh weighs heavily against his waist, Aunt Jens body heat and perfume washing over him like an ocean wave.  Any escape attempt would be futile; his red headed Aunt simply crosses her legs with him between them, her muscular limbs wrapping and gripping him effortlessly.

"Gotcha!"

Jerry feels lile a mouse, cornered by a cat. This situtation seems dangerous somehow, despite the playful laughter of the women. Mom is just giggling, one hand held over her mouth while she slaps lightly at her younger sisters knee. 

"Don't squash him Jen!! Look at him, he's blushing!"

indeed he was, his face a deep crimson. Aunt Jens legs rhythmically flex arpund his trembling body, squeezing the air from his lungs with each clench of her immense thighs. 

"O-Okay okay Aunt Jen, re-real funny, you got me... now please lemme go!"

Pointlessly, the boy pushes at the soft white flesh spread around his middle, his fingers sinking into the skin, but of course it does no good.

"No way kiddo! I caught myself a man!"

she laughs, squeezing extra tight.

"Jen....."

Mom to the rescue! She's smiling, but her arms are folded beneath her beach ball bosom, head tilted and waiting expectantly. Jen pouts in a sulky, half serious expression, but she does as she's told.

"Fiiiiinnne... ugh, just when I was gonna have some fun."

Well that sounded terrifying. Jerry inhales sharply as those twin trees of muscle and fat part and spread apart, releasing him from their vice like grip. He drops his hands onto his knees, panting for breath, and bent over with his head inadvertently positioned at the thickest part of his Aunts inner thighs.

"Oh my, such a *forward* young man.."

Huh?, what is she.. Jerry's thoughts cease as he tilts his head upwards, only to come face to face with his Aunts barely covered crotch, every lace and line in her panties visible in stark detail. A distinct red hair patch is easily seen through part of the see through sections and.. and.. switching to autopilot, Jerry straightens up so fast he looks like an unleased jack in the box.

“..Well that was n-n-nice, but I, ah, um.. I think I'm gonna go to bed now. Good.. Good night Mom, goodnight Aunt Jen..”

Before either can reply, he's off, walking at high speed, but awkwardly, as though he's scared of falling over. Both women watch him go, his Mom with a highly amused, wide grin, while his Aunt wears a ..curiously predatory smirk. Up in his room, Jerry finally releases his held breath, exhaling in a great, shaky wheeze. He throws himself forwards onto his mattress face down in his pillow which he yells into, squeezing the sides into his head. Confused, and frustrated, that's what he was. He hated it, hated these feelings, hated himself. He wasn't sure how, but he was certain that his strange emotions were his fault somehow, they surely couldn't be his playful Mom, or his flirty Aunt. These thoughts turn and tumble within his chest, until he manages to wriggle under the sheet's, eyes squeezed shut. Sleep.. he needed sleep.

It's rough, but he eventually manages to slip into a light doze, the house turning quiet as the girls finish up and head to bed themselves. Tiredly, Jerry rolls his head over to the side facing his door across the bedroom, watching as the thin line of light pops off, his Mom or aunt switching the lights off at last. Now he'd be able to sleep. Just as he's starting to turn back, the distinct thump thump thump of his Moms footsteps heavily approach. Curious, Jerry lifts himself up slightly on his elbows, staring at the door, or what he can make out in the dim light. Another thudding step, and his door slowly creaked open, a vast shape filling it in the darkness. A large, voluptuous shape.

“Mom..? Mom, you're in my room..”

He whispers, with growing nerves. Josie simply steps inside, dipping her head under the doorway, and then bumping it shut with her ass. He can just about make out her details in the shadows. She's swaying slightly, back and forth, unsteady as she draws closer to his bed.

“Hmmmm heyyyy Jerry beam. I'm sleepin’ in your bed tonight, kay?”

“Huh? Wha.. Mom, no! Go sleep with Aunty Jen!”

Joise just frowns, waving this away.

“Nah, Jenny snores like a bear. ‘Sides, I wanna uhh cuddle my lil man. Aheheheh.”

That said, she turns and sits directly on the middle of Jerry's bed, the boy only just managing to pull his legs out of harm's way. Springs scream, plinking and creaking as five hundred pounds of Mom-weight push downwards. 

“Mom, no! It's w-way too small for you!”

“Awww, come on babes, let Momma cuddle. She loves you, y'know?

Ugh, no, not the tipsy sadness. He swallows, heart thumping, trying to draw up his blanket for a bit of paltry protection. But when his Mom turns he can just about make out her face in the gloom. Her bottom lip is wobbling, and her big green eyes glitter with budding tears. Goddammit it..

“Okay okay fine, jeez..”

Nothing for it. He could just.. face away from her right? Ignore her presence, yeah. A ridiculous thought, of course. He knew damn well his Moms monstrous body was going to take up all spaces on his far too small bed. Josie smiled down at him though, making a little ‘yay’ sound.

“Such a sweet boy y'are, hmmm… oh.. hey, hey.. give Mom a hand with this willya?

A hand with what, he thinks, worriedly turning to gaze up at her broad, smooth back. Her hands are fumbling with the bra strap, and she's obviously struggling to coordinate in her inebriated state. Oh god…why me… with a deep, world weary sigh, Jerry moodily tosses his blanket off to one side, then shuffles himself over to his Mom, kneeling up just behind her, head directly eye level just between her shoulder blades. The darkness made it easier, honestly. He could delude himself that she was actually fully dressed. He can't believe he's about to do this, but he does it anyway. It isn't easy at all, the triple reinforced steel and rubber clip proving to be a challenge for his slender fingers, but he manages. When it comes undone, his Moms chest seems to suddenly expand, the huge mass of her boobs bulging outwards, and launching the bra across the room at high speed! Jerry himself has to quickly duck to avoid being whipped across by face by the garment.

“jeez!!!”

Looking up, he's treated to the smooth tan musculature of his Moms powerful back, and either side of her torso, her monstrous breasts heave and wobble, so large that they're even fully visible from behind. He looks away, quickly, sighing. 

“Whew, heh.. thanks babes.”

“it's…it's fine Mom, now please go t-to sleep….?”

She stood up again, the bed shaking and cracking from the movement, towering over her son with her back still to him. Was she leaving? The light from his window brightens from the passing moon, just enough for him to make out her curves, and lines. She wasn't leaving. The amazon slowly bends forwards at the hip, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and with a quick, smooth motion, pulls them down to her calves. Jerry's heart seems to stop. Another moon just rose, right here in his bedroom, and he can see every detail of the massive, wobbling booty. Josie shifts her legs, removes one foot, then clumsily uses the other to kick the panties over to join her bra on the floor.

“mmmkay.. sleepy time…’

She mutters, ponderously turning on the spot to face down at her son. Nope. Nope nope nope. Jerry immediately shuts down, spinning in the opposite way to face the wall, shutting his eyes as tightly as possible. A moment later, several hundred pounds of naked Mom shake and jostle the bed as she lays down, her heavy, powerful arm snaking over his side, while one enormous, thick thigh slides directly onto his lower torso, weighing him down and trapping him neatly. It's not over yet, as she scoots even closer, pressing her body against his, smiling happily, while he winces in spiritual and moral torment. Her hot, wine laced breath on his skin, her body heat, the soft squish of her mammoth mammaries against his back. It's too much for his young body. A shameful, but rock hard erection throbs almost painfullfully within his  pajama shorts, and all he can do is pull his legs up and curl, desperate to avoid the shame of feeling his junk poke into his own mothers supple flesh. He can manage, he tells himself, he can cope.. and then the door creaks once more, and even with his view blocked by his Moms immense body, he just knows, his Aunt Jen is at the door. How can this night get any worse...

The looming, hour glass figure of Aunt Jen fills the doorway completely, far too small for her inhumanly curvy figure. Firmly embraced in a tangle of oversized female limbs, and heaving, heavy, maternal body parts, Jerry couldn't simply turn over to look, and he's nervous enough as it is. Instead, he can only listen while his mind raced, going through every possible worst scenario. She surely couldn't be coming to try and sleep in his bed too right? His Mom was already close to breaking it, already over filling the tiny furniture. If Jen decided to climb in, the only space available would be right on top of him! He wants to yell out, to wave a hand, anything, but.. he can't. It's taking all of his willpower to force his arousal down, desperate to keep the intrusive, hormonal thoughts at bay. Not easy when you're being squeezed between the thunderous thighs of a very attractive older woman, Mother or not. With no other options, he keeps his eyes shut and pretends to be fast asleep, hopefully deterring Aunt Jen from any mischief. She would see there was no room, right? Right? His heart thumps so loud in his slender chest he felt sure the town over could hear it, and his ears practically throb as they strain to listen in the dark.

For a Moment, Jen doesn't move. She just stands there, in the doorway, doing who knows what. Then, she slowly pads her way forwards, gently placing her feet down one at a time, clearly not wishing to wake her sister and nephew. Jerry can feel her presence behind him, even with his Mom smothering his body. She's just.. Standing there. But..why? He stiffens up, doing his best to just relax, to look asleep. The giant red head seems to be leaning right over Josie, to peer directly at him. The boy knows this, because her long pigtails trail downwards to tickle at the skin on his face. He hears her place one hand on the meaty, thick thigh of her sister, then her fingers gently stroke along his cheek, in a sweet, affectionate gesture.

“Soon kiddo.. you'll be ready soon.”

She whispers, audible only to the confused little boy. What did she mean? Was it the booze talking?

“We just need to bring your Mom around..  she'll see.. it'll be for the best..”

With that bizzare and cryptic statement, Jen carefully leans down once more, this time to plant a long smooch onto his forehead, her chunky lips spreading across most of his skin before retracting with a wet pop. Then she's moving again, heading, much to his relief, back towards the door.. only she stops again, making a quiet chortle. Some rustling, as she bends to pick something up from the floor, and she's heading back his way. Still feigning sleep, Jerry dare not look. What is she doing now?? His unspoken question is answered quickly, as Jen carefully reaches down and wraps some sort of cloth over his head and around his face. Apparently satisfied, his Aunt stifles a laugh with her hand, then once more turns and sneaks away into the night, gently closing the door behind herself with a neat little click.

Jerry waits, ears straining, for almost five minutes before he relaxes and sighs in relief, certain that the potential danger has passed. He wants to reach up to remove the cloth from his face, but his Moms thighs grip his arms tightly against his sides, and in any case, he doesn't dare move his hands right now; They're currently cupping and shielding his junk, in order to prevent undesired, and embarrassing touching against the naked Josie. In a sudden stroke of luck however, his slumbering mega-mom rolls off to the other side, the thigh on top of him raising up at the knee while she yawns, and scratches at her belly in her sleep. Not wasting any time, Jerry quickly sits up and hooks his fingers into the material, pulling it away from his mouth, and stretching it out toward the paltry moonlight. It's huge, wide and silky, and.. oh for crying out loud Aunt Jen! With a gasp of horror, he realizes that he's holding his Moms panties. The ones she's removed not long ago.. oh god they were still warm, he notes, with a shudder. Pinching the garment between finger and thumb, he spins and chucks them away to the floor, hoping to god the crotch part wasn't on his face. Unfortunately his respite is short lived. Josie moves again, rolling back towards her son who yelps, and shuts his eyes once more, folding his arms and laying down with his back against her. 

But this time, Josie doesn't stop. Her body rolls, and her hips ponderously sway in his direction, the twin mountains of her chest rising and falling like an avalanche of motherly boobs. The amazon milf scoops her arm underneath her son, heaving one massive thigh over his legs, and pulls him in effortlessly. Jerry has just enough time to take a breath before his head is roughly shoved right into the middle of her cleavage, one beach ball boob beneath him, the other flopping onto his entire upper torso, and half his face. Only his nose and eyes could be seen above the wobbling, fatty flesh, wide and terrified. It was so heavy! Like a normal sized person had simply sat directly on him. Her skin, her scent, the thunder of her beating heart, and now this. It was awful, and amazing, all at once, incredibly comfortable, yet unbearably awkward. He was stuck, trapped, his groin horribly, wonderfully, pressed into the firm, soft skin of her inner thigh, his hand pressed along her abdomen. He couldn't possibly sleep like this… could he? The answer was yes. Even in his state of guilty arousal, exhaustion overtook him, and eventually, he drifted away into strange dreamed sleep.

==

Birds chirp and squirrels chatter in the early morning sun, pleasant light beaming into the small bedroom, washing its golden glow over the still sleeping pair entwined on the bed. Josie, half laying on her side now, one long leg hanging out alongside the edge, the other sprawled across her son's shins, while her arms splay upwards and out. Her upper body is angled towards the unfortunate Jerry, and while his groin is mercifully free from the erotic torment of her thighs, his chest is not. One whopping, tanned breast rests on top of him still,the boy clearly struggling with the immense weight, the flesh and skin spread across not only his narrow rib cage, but also his collar bones, and navel. His chin squishes into the springy flesh, but so large is the mammary that it extends upwards from his point of view, like a steep cliff face. 

The real problem was, he desperately needed to pee, and not only was he nervous about disturbing his nude Mother, he was almost certain he could not. She was an incredibly heavy sleeper, always had been, as far as he knew. He was on his own here, calling Aunt Jen for help was most definitely not an option. She'd never let him forget it!

No choice then. Mentally, he takes a moment to prepare himself, though he isn't confident he can pull it off. Closing his eyes once again, Jerry eases his arms up, and around the oversized tit, as though he were hugging it. Teeth gritted, trying his best to disassociate himself from what he was doing, he then slides both hands down and under the soft, smooth flesh, palms facing upwards. Legs braces and back slightly arched, he heaves upwards with all of his (admittedly puny) might, essentially trying to bench press his Moms boob. God it was -heavy!- he thinks, grunting and straining, arms shaking with exertion. It's taking everything he has, but it's working, even as his fingers sink into her skin, the whole thing starts to move! Inch by difficult inch, he raises it up, sweat beading his skin, lungs burning and joints aching. One.. more….push!! And it's up, his arms extended straight, the bouncy, jiggly mass suspended in the air thanks to his efforts. He laughs, a short bark of victory, astounded that he'd actually done it. But then, to his horror, his arms start to lower, his strength failing. With one last desperate effort, Jerry throws himself to the side, avoiding being trapped again by mere inches as his Moms breast thwomps onto the mattress with a wobbling, hefty thud.

He's…okay.. Good job Jerry, he tells himself. Mom still hasn't woken, just as he expected, and so after having a moment's rest until his panting slowed, and his arm muscles stopped burning, he shuffles along on his butt to the bottom of the bed slipping over the side and scampering off towards his bathroom, deliberately avoiding looking back and seeing her in all of her naked glory. Well, that was some way to start the day, huh..

Carefully easing his bathroom door shut, the little blonde teen heaves a long, tired sigh, leaning his back against it and lifting both hands up to rub his face. So many thoughts, so many emotions and sensations over the past night have utterly drained him mentally, while his efforts of keeping his Moms humongous body and chest at bay have depleted him physically. Another sigh, another pang of guilt. The hot, squishy sensation of his Mother's skin, it.. it was… a short, annoyed growl escapes his lips as he forcefully pushes the disturbing thoughts away, willing his penis to cease its stiffening. It works, after a short delay, much to his relief. Pushing away from the door, he makes his way over to the shower cubicle, slipping out of his pajama shorts as he does so. During the night, Josie had accidentally ripped his top off during one of her unconscious movements, as easily as Jerry would tear tissue paper. Fully nude, he pauses just before stepping in, catching his reflection in the floor length mirror on the wall. Small, slender, smooth skinned with nary a body hair in sight. The specialist doctors had informed him and his Mom that he would never grow beyond this point. He would spend his life looking as young as he did now. Why couldn't he have been blessed with at least some of his Moms genes, he thinks glumly. Well, whatever. At least he can't get any smaller… right?

Once he enters the shower and turns the faucets, the therapeutic effect is immediate. The stress of the night washes away into the circling drain between his toes, the sweat and grime accumulated from his own frantic nocturnal efforts, and his Moms smooshing, squeezing affections joining the waste water, and seeming to relax his aching muscles sublimely. The cool jets also… cool his jets, as it were, his ardor contained, for now. Suitably freshened, Jerry grabs a towel ( an actual towel this time) and dries off. He pauses just in front of the door, listening carefully for any hint of movement from his sleeping Mother, but… no, it seems clear. He eases the door slowly open and peeps his head around the side, to make certain.

Sure enough, Josie slumbers still, though by now she's moved onto her side, facing away from him. The rise and fall of her shoulders, waist, then hips kind of reminds him of a mountain range, he thinks, randomly. Well.. if mountains had a huge ass, he thinks, as his eyes linger upon the curving swell of her buttocks, fully exposed, his blanket nowhere in sight. It was.. Hypnotic somehow, smooth, round… powerful. With what felt like way too much effort, he pulls his gaze away from the magnificent posterior, and pads quietly towards his drawers on the other side of his room, in search of undead and clothing. One last glance over his shoulder toward Josie to make sure she isn't looking, and he drops his towel to the floor while he rummages amongst his socks and boxers.

Creaaaaak-crack!! He freezes as he senses, and hears his mother shift, standing motionless for a second. Nothing. Phew.. the boy bends over, reaching towards the second drawer, when Josie's voice startles him and makes him jump in surprise.

“Now that's a nice view to wake up to. Look at that cute little butt! Rawr!”

Blushing, yet again, Jerry hurriedly snatches up the closest pair of underpants, tighty whities, and tugs them on, hiding his shame.

“Jeez Mom!! N-not cool…”

He huffs, turning cautiously to face her. Mercifully, his Mother is now laying on her side with her head propped up on one hand, while her other arm trails luxuriously along her middle, hand lazily resting on her hip. She looks like one of those old Egyptian statues or something, Jerry thinks. Her massive chest is hidden by his far too teensy blanket, but at least it's something. He can face her like this.

“What? You've got a tight little peach! I should know, I made it. God, I just wanna take a bite! Nom!”

She teased, clacking her teeth together and making a clawing gesture with her hand, her eyes twinkling all the while. Jerry huffs, but despite himself he's amused, and oddly flattered.

“Y..yeah well.. I dunno. How's your head?”

Looking up towards her with a suspicious and accusatory expression, as though he were silently judging her. Which he kind of was.

“Ugh.. well, I've had worse”

She sighs, easing herself onto her back, and draping her forearm across her eyes, long hair spread along the pillows in a messy, black flow.

“Be a dear and go fetch your dear old Mom a glass of water hm? Oh, and uhm.. a shirt from my room? I'd do it myself, but I'm far too delicate, you see. Oh the pains of age..”

She laments with a theatrical sigh. Jerry can only roll his eyes, struggling not to laugh. They both knew full well that his Mom, like all Amazon's, did not look her age. Despite being forty five, she didn't look a day over thirty. Yet another benefit of the mysterious, mutant gene.

“Alright, alright already… s-so dramatic..”

Arms folded, Jerry heads towards his door, Josie playfully sticking her tongue out at him as he does so.

“Nom!! Wanna bite that thing!

She calls out after him, watching his pert buns leave. Gosh, she was incorrigible.. Well at least she's much calmer now, and less of a threat to his small personage. Moms room was directly across from his, with her door of course being freaking gigantic, but like the rest of the house, it's made with a mini male in mind, the heavy obstacle easily pushed and gliding on well oiled hinges. Jerry only pauses once to peer over at the super sized, reinforced bed, so large that the mattress reaches his lower chest. Upon it lies the sleeping form of Aunt Jen, her voluptuous figure so similar to his Moms. Jen is.. possibly nude, he can't tell. Her own blanket is appropriately sized to match her frame, and only her face and red hair is visible, eyes peacefully closed… and snoring like a razorback hog. Jesus.. Jerry winces slightly, sort of understanding his Moms decision now. Carefully picking his way across the thick carpeted floor towards his Moms dresser, Jerry pauses, head cocked. Just beside his foot, is Jens large, overnight travel bag. Did he hear something? He blinks, leaning a little closer. It's somewhat hard to see, the curtains are still closed, but the zipper is open, the contents neatly arranged within. Maybe he was mistaken, he thinks, beginning to straighten up once more, an-

“Mmph!”

There it was again! His attention is fully captured now, and he drops to his hands and knees next to it, curiously peering into the darkness within.

“Help me!”

A tiny voice squeaks. Jerry, shocked, leans back up, mouth partially open. He glances backwards to the bed, then back down again. Was that Aunt Jen's phone?

“Um… h-hello..?”

He whispers, confused, but intrigued. The shrill voice comes again

“Hello? Hello?? Is someone there? Get me out willya?!”

“Uh….”

What should he do? It seems urgent.. Maybe Aunt Jen was missing an important call. Decision made, Jerry grips the sides of the opening and gently prys them apart, reaching his hands in amongst the clothes and toiletries until his fingers brush along a small box of some sort. This must be it. Pulling it out, he sits back on his behind, and places the thing between his legs, searching for some way to open it. There, a latch! Flipping the small trigger over, he then carefully eases it open, growing wider and wider eyed at what he has in his hands.

It's a ..man. A tiny, naked man, maybe eight inches tall, at best. And he's restrained, somehow, tied to a long, bumpy object of some sort, thick and oblong. Weird. At first Jerry thinks it must be some funny decoration, or an anatomically accurate model or something, but when he reaches a hand down to prod at the man's stomach, his eyes snap open and he inhales a long, squeaking breath. Jerry almost drops the damn thing, stunned into disbelieving silence. He's.. alive!! The man, a young one from the looks of it, but older than Jerry. Mid twenties at a guess, with messy brown hair, and a weeks worth of stubble on his jaw. A hairy chest sports numerous tattoos, and were he human sized, Jerry would have guessed that he was tall, and pretty buff. Not a mini male, like him then. A normal human, albeit doll sized. He looks more like a gangster or something.

“Hey.. hey you!! Thank christ.. get me out of this thing, girl!!

Girl?? The nerve!! Jerry wasn't a girl, and he tells the tiny man as much, mildly offended.

“... You're a boy??  With that face?? Jesus fuckin christ, my only hope is a goddamn shota!!”

The man laughs, almost hysterically, his eyes darting wildly around.

“Well whatever.. get me free, before she comes back already!!”

On top of being confused, Jerry is rather annoyed now. Sure, he could be described as  -somewhat- feminine looking, and often had been by bullying classmates, but being called as much by some miniscule stranger was a step too far.

“Wait just a m-minute! Who's coming… Do you mean my Aunt Jen?”

Tiny stares, open mouthed, then his face curls into an angry sneer.

“You're related to that crazy bitch??! Hah.. HAH!! I shoulda guessed.. You're a mini male right? Short, wimpy, pretty as a girl?”

Jerry blushes angrily, but he can't deny it.

“So what if I am??”

“Ooohhhooh you poor little bastard! You have no idea whats coming do you??  Fuck it, not like I give a shit... this is your fault y'know?? I'm the size of a fuckin’ Ken doll, and it's your fault!”

What was he talking about?

“How is it m-my fault??”

He demands, starting to grow upset by this uncouth man's attitude and bad language.

“The research dammit!! The fuckin.. shrinking punishment! They got the knowledge from studying your DNA!! you and your shrimpy kind! They use it in their damn labs.. use it on innocent businessmen, like ME! Sure a few people got hurt.. but this is fuckin’ cruel AND HIGHLY GODDAMN UNUSUAL!!”

The high pitched ranting yell makes Jerry recoil, almost dropping the long object, and the tiny captive fastened to it. This only makes the man struggle all the more,   thrashing and twisting at his restraints.

“As soon as I get free, and fixed, I'm gonna get even!! You hear me, you femme looking little twerp!! I'll take you hostage, and then I'll make your goddamn AUNTIE pay for every time she's shoved me up her sna-”

Jerry can't stand anymore. The bizarre, deranged speech was bad enough, but nobody bad mouths his Aunt. Sure she was flirty, outrageous and lewd, but she loved him, and he her.

“Shut up! Just s-shut up!! I dunno why you're strapped to this thing and I don't care! But it must be for a good reason, so ..so..s-screw you!!”

Jeez, he's never spoken to anyone like that before, never even stood up for himself. It made his stomach flip, quite honestly. Before the raging little lunatic can reply, Jerry slams the box shut and stuffs it back into the bag. He would have to think about all this later. Still angry, he pushes himself to his feet, grabs a large cotton shirt for his Mom, and marches right out of the room..

Unbeknownst to him, Jenny had woken almost as soon as he had opened the box, and listened carefully to the entire exchange. Her heart swelled with pride at her little nephew standing his ground. She would have to have a talk with him, but.. that was for later. Big things were coming for him. Or rather, small things. Now, she eases her way from under the sheets, and squats down heavily in front of her bag, casually retrieving her ‘toy box’ as she called it. As she opens the thing, the prisoner is still screaming expletives and ranting about revenge, but when he sees Jens' predatory grin smiling down at him, he ceases his unhinged diatribe and redoubles his pointless struggles.

“Well now, Brett! That was a horrible way you just spoke to my nephew, wasn't it..”

She whispers, voice dripping with menace.

“And what was it you called me? A psycho bitch. Tsk tsk! Is that any way for a butt plug to talk about its owner?”

The man moans and whimpers in horror, his nasty bravado replaced by gut wrenching terror as the giantess wraps her hands firmly around him, and the dildo he's attached to.

“Looks like I have to extend your solitary confinement, scum!”

Jen laughs, pleased to deal out some much deserved punishment to this criminal. Slowly she moves her toy around to her rear, and just as the bedroom door smoothly swings shut, an audible squelch can be heard..

Out in the hallway, the diminutive teen heaves a great, shaking breath that raises and lowers his slender shoulders. The hot flash of anger evaporated almost as soon as he left his Moms room, replaced by confusion and uncertainty. Had that really just happened? A tiny little man, trapped in his Aunts’ belongings, raving about DNA and research. None of it made any sense, none of it. Pushing small fingers through his thick blonde hair, he takes another calming breath, his young mind finally ceasing it's spinning. He wanted to ask his Aunt all about it, but for some reason, the thought made him incredibly nervous. As though he had discovered something he shouldn't have. His big blue eyes slowly open, and glance back towards the now closed door of Aunt Jen's temporary bedroom. Just what was the big red head up to? Jerry sighs, quietly this time. Internet! He could search for answers on his laptop! Perfect. Happy to have a solution, he presses the massive, folded up shirt to his chest, and hurries back to his own room, where his mammoth Mother awaited, presumably still squashing his poor mattress. 

With a little cautious awkwardness, Jerry taps on his own door a few times before gently easing it open and peering in. Slightly annoying really, it's his room after all, but he doesn't want to walk in on his naked Mom. He's seen too much already, surely. And yet, for some reason, the thought makes his heart flutter, his groin twitch.. not this again, he thinks, annoyed by the intrusive, weird thoughts. Frowning, he shakes his head vigorously, denying the sensations. It was his MOM. Nothing weird at all. Okay. Satisfied, Jerry pushes further in, stepping fully into the little room, looking over, and up to his now seated Mom, his little bed buckled in the middle beneath her ridiculously thick behind. She's running her hands through the long tangle of raven black hair, her eyes closed, and very much feeling sorry for herself, the hangover taking its toll on even her massive body. The too small blanket is currently nestled tightly between her enormous,crossed  thighs, Joises legs awkwardly spread out along the floor, the mattress too low to the ground for her to sit normally. Her crotch is at least hidden from view, but her heaving, gravity defying chest ponderously moves and slowly bounces with each tiny movement she makes. Pert, dark pink nipples point straight ahead, each bigger than his hand, pointing at him almost. Its Hypnotic, not just because of how attractive it is. Jerry knows personally how much a single one of those monster mammaries weighs, and to see them effortlessly carried by his Mom.. it's awe inspiring. They should sag right? He thinks, randomly. But they don't. Despite their size, they're as perky as a much smaller human woman's, Josie's skin and flesh firmer, stronger than any normal person's ould ever hope to be.

“Did you bring my shirt, babes?”

Josie's voice, casual and low, snaps the boy from his reverie, his stomach lurching and his face already reddening. Meeting her gaze, he sees that she's cracked one eye open while she yawns loudly, stretching her arms way up above her head and pushing her mighty chest out even further. They stay like that for what seemed to Jerry like eternity, her open green eye peering down, his blue, embarrassed ones peering up, but just like that, the moment ends. His Mom drops both hands upon her bare knees with a loud slap of skin upon skin, then tilts her head, eyes fully open and smiling softly.

“...uh…. OH!! ye-yeah, I, um, I..  yes..here..”

Much to his mother's amusement, the shy teen closed both his own eyes tightly and faced off to his left, as he carefully side stepped his way towards her, the oversized shirt held at arm's length. Even blind, he could feel his much larger parents' presence looming before him, the sound of her breathing, her sweet scent, even her body heat. He felt extra small at times like that, reminded of just how powerful she was, and how puny he was. Extending both arms upwards, and holding the shirt upwards, he waits until he feels his Moms gentle hands close over his, just for a second, as she gives his tiny fists an affectionate squeeze. 

“You can open your eyes now, Jerry Bean.”

Even so, he gives it a second before he obeys, slowly turning his face up to hers, and releasing a tightly held breath, mightily relieved to see that Josie's chest is now covered in plain white fabric. It is rather stretched though, the cotton straining between her large nipples, but he can cope with that. The bounciness is ‘mostly’ contained now, even when she shakes her luxurious long hair free to fall around her shoulders in a messy cascade.

“Give Mom a lil’ kiss huh? She needs some love this morning.”

Jerry instinctively takes a small step back to avoid being bounced in the face by her chest as she leans forwards with her elbows on her knees, those huge, chunky lips pushed out in a red pout, sucking and making kissy sounds at him. Jeez, she was so demanding sometimes.. The boy rolls his eyes with a huff, but steps forwards anyway, having to tilt his face slightly upwards even with his Mother sitting. He's half expecting those heavy thighs to close in around his waist and squish the air out of him, but Josie refrains. Satisfied that his midriff is safe from his Moms legs, he puckers his own lips out and closes his eyes yet again, pressing his mouth against hers. Josie's lips are so huge in comparison, that his own barely cover the middle, soft, wet skin spreading over his entire mouth and chin, her upper lip smushing against his nose. He's about to pull away after the quickest little peck he can get away with, but Josie's hand snakes around and engulfs the back of his head as though she were holding a grapefruit.

“Mmph..M-Momph!”

Surprised, Jerry is about to push at her shoulders, but with a loud and powerful smooch! Josie kisses him so hard that his cheeks are sucked inwards, the air in his lungs pulled right out like a deflating balloon. A huge wet pop follows as she releases him, grinning and licking those sensual lips, obviously pleased.

“Mmmwaah!! My baby is just so delicious! Don't think you can half ass a kiss with me, young man!”

She informs him, cheerfully. Jerry, momentarily dazed, has staggered around to face away from her, dropping his hands onto his knees while he sucks in a huge, gulping breath to replace the one his Mom just took.

“J..jeez…jeez..Mom..”

He straightens up almost immediately with a high pitched yelp as two fingers cheekily pinch both of his slender buttcheeks.

“Sorry babes, couldn't resist! You can't be pointing that peach at me, and not expecting a reaction! Now be a good boy, and go get Momma that water, hmm?”

Delivering a playful slap to his behind, gentle for her but nonetheless causing her little son to stagger forwards with a gasp, she laughs and makes shooing motions with both hands.

“Unless you want to watch me get dressed that is..”

She asks, an amused, flirty gleam in her green eyes. Jerry did not. Instead, he gulps, face red, and hurries out of his bedroom, one hand held to his slightly stinging behind, much to Josie's playful enjoyment.

Taking another breath out in the hall, Jerry groans, rubbing at his butt, and lamenting his life, as he sometimes did. Nearly every day was like this, a never ending cycle of flirty teasing, and embarrassment. Still, on some weird, deep level he couldn't really explain, he kind of… liked it. Maybe it was because his Mom and Aunt were really the only girls he actually knew. Shaking his head, he decides that self reflection can wait. As before, making his Mom wait could give her time to think up new mischief. Padding quietly along so as not to wake Jen, he pauses at her/Moms door, leaning slightly towards it and listening intently. Nothing. No snoring either. Maybe she's awake, checking her phone.. or maybe she's doing something to that strange, tiny gangster. A small shudder goosebumps his skin at the thought. But, no, he'll investigate later, he decides, continuing on…

Within the darkened room, Jen is most definitely awake. She's sweaty, and red cheeked, lying spread legged across the mattress, and slowly pulling her huge dildo out from her tight, twitching anus with a long drawn out wet squelch. It's slick with lube, and other things, but there is no sign of the prisoner preciously tied across its slimy surface. Jen, a huge, satisfied grin on her face, stretches her limbs out fully before rolling and heaving herself to her feet. She stands for a moment, head tilted, and peering back over her shoulder, down at her jiggling booty. She shakes her hips a few times, and delivers a powerful slap to her left cheek that sends quaking ripples across the surface.

“You still kicking, Brett?”

Another moment of stillness, then Jen, curious, reaches down to grab one full hand of her prodigious glute, pulls it to one side to expose her slightly puffy anus.. and clenches her abdomen, letting loose a long, hot fart that lasts at least ten seconds. As the flatulent expulsion nears its crescendo, a shrill, shrieking voice can be heard from somewhere deep in her colon. The enormous redhead only laughs, and releases her booty cheek with a wobbling, thunderous clap, cutting off the man's panicked wailing neatly.

“Good to know.”

She sneered, chuckling darkly to herself as she sashays towards the bathroom..

“Mwah mwah mmmwah!”

The loud smooches pop wetly as Josie covers her fragile teens face in affectionate kisses. Fully dressed and groomed now, she's sporting a tight pair of jeans that accentuate the rolling slopes of her curves, and tasteful, short jacket over a smart, simple blouse, which Jerry is currently being hugged against with bone crushing force.

“I think you're squashing him, Josie”

Aunt Jen remarked, dryly, a hint of a smirk on her lips as she watched the ferocious maternal display. Her long red locks are tied back in loose bun, broad shoulder leaning heavily against the front door frame, arms folded beneath her prodigious bosom. Jen herself is apparently having a lazy day, wearing a loose, fluffy, dark green dressing gown that reaches her mid thigh, shapely and powerful legs on full display.

“Mmmwah! I can't help it, I'm gonna miss my Jerry Bean so much!”

Joise lamented between kisses, each one pulling at Jerry's skin and leaving him with distinct,huge lip shaped red marks, almost, but not quite, love bites.

“M..Mom.. I'll b-be fine…”

The assaulted boy wheezes, squirming helplessly in his mother's iron grip, arms pinned to his sides, and legs dangling uselessly as she effortlessly holds him against her obscenely large chest.

“It's.. only..gasp… three d…days..”

His fire haired Aunt nods in agreement, smiling broadly at her exuberant big sister, then pushes herself away from the door and strolls over the short distance in her matching fluffy slippers to join the mismatched pair.

“It'll be fine Josie, I promise. Me and my favorite nephew can survive without ya for a bit, right kiddo?”

“..I'm your only nephew though”

Came Jerry's boob-muffled reply, as Jen playfully ruffled his blonde hair, “accidentally” forcing his face deeper into his mother's cleavage. Finally, mercifully, Josie bends at the waist to deposit her dazed and dizzy son upon the ground before his Aunt, who gently reaches down to grip both of his narrow shoulders, her hands covering them easily, fingers crowding from neck to upper arm.

“Still my fave!”

She laughed, giving him a small squeeze. Josie, straightening up, sighs happily, gazing down at her tiny offspring with a soft, loving expression. One hand on her mighty hip, the other sternly wagging at him, she begins the pre-egress lecture, much to Jerry's chagrin.

“Alright, now you behave for your Aunt, and do as she tells you. No giving her any lip!”

“Yes Mom, no Mom..”

Jerry sighs, nodding along with the tired instructions. He wasn't a little kid, he was almost nineteen. He doesn't voice this of course, that'd be crazy. Soon enough, Josie is on her way, big pink humvee rolling away down the gravel drive with a Spice Girls song blaring from the stereo. Jerry and Jen stand waving until she's out of the gate, and out of sight.

“Okay dokay then!”

Jen announced, clapping her hands down upon Jerry's small shoulders once more, and herding him back indoors.

“I'll make you some dinner, then your old Auntie Jens is gonna take a nap. How does bacon and eggs sound huh?”

It sounded great, and he tells her so as she steers him towards the kitchen, the boy having to practically jog to avoid tripping and risk being trampled by her massive, slipper clad feet. Once in the room, he clambers atop a specially made stool, the same size as his Moms, but with a small step located handily on one side. Taking a moment to rub a cloth over his lipstick smeared face, Jerry watches as Jen hustles around, cracking eggs and slapping bacon on the grill, humming a tune and shaking her massive hips left and right as she does so.

“Umm..Aunt Jen, aren't you eating?”

He asks, noting that she isn't cooking anywhere near the amount a woman of her Amazonian proportions would require.

“Hmm? Oh, not today. I brought my own snacks from home, hun. I'm on a, uh.. special diet at the moment. We can have dinner together later though, if you'd like? How about take out?”

There was something odd about the way she said ‘snacks’ but.. hm. Briefly, the image of the enraged tiny flashes across Jerry's mind, but he ignores it, for now, unwilling to travel down that particular mental road.

“Y..yeah th-that sounds nice.”

It did too. His Aunt Jen might be an outrageous flirt, her teasing often surpassing his Moms in its lewdness, but he genuinely did like spending time with her. He just had to be on the lookout for any ‘pranks’ she might decide to pull. The sizzle of bacon pulls him from his wandering thoughts, and the delicious aroma sets his mouth to watering, watching eagerly as Jen saunters over to the table and slides the heaping plate over to him across the marble countertop. Aunt Jen's cooking was surprisingly decent, and Jerry can't wait to dig in, even if the portion is a bit huge.

“Eat up babes, a growing boy needs those calories!”

She tells him with a wink, resting her elbows on the top, and her chin on her hands. Jerry rolls his eyes at the old joke; everyone knew boy's with his.. condition didn't grow. Only an amazon could get away with joking about it, being the opposite counterpart of the mutation. Sort of an in joke.

“Oh hah hah Aunt Jen, r-real funny. I forgot to l….la…”

Looking up was a mistake he swiftly realizes. Jens bent over position has caused the top of her dressing gown to spill open, giving her tiny nephew a front row view of her massive, fair skinned breasts, the mammaries resting heavily on the table like a pair of freckle dusted beachballs. A semi circle of light pink areola peeks out at Jerry, as though daring him to stare. It takes an effort of will to tear his gaze away, looking off to one side, and frantically gesturing towards her.

“Aunt Jen.. you.. ah.. your.. bosom.. “

Jen slowly blinks, and casts her gaze downwards, apparently utterly unconcerned about exposing herself to the young man. Instead, she lazily stands up to her full height, and cups a hand under each one of her errant girls, bouncing them up and down with heaving, wobbly slowness.

“Oh? Did you want some milk too? I mean, I can try, but you might have to squeeze a bit..”

“AUNT JEN!!”

The horrified boy yelps, eliciting cackling laughter from the irascible amazon, who lazily adjusts her gown, bottom lip pushed out in a fake, sulking pout.

“Oh, you prefer your Moms? I see how it is..”

“Aunt Jen, PLEASE.”

Jerry groans, his face a beetroot red, waving his hands in front of himself as if he could block out the sight by willpower alone.

“Okay okay, sheesh! They're just boobs kid, no need to go nuts”

The big red head, still giggling and laughing, takes a steadying breath to calm herself as she finally begins to leave the room. As she passes her nephew, she pauses briefly to playfully bump his side with her hip, almost knocking him from his chair with the huge body part.

“You're gonna have to get used to it soon, babes.”

With that, she ruffles his hair, and thuds her way out towards the stairs, leaving a confused and embarrassed teen staring after her. What did she mean by that??

==

Low snoring emanates from within his Moms room, Aunt Jen snoozing peacefully, despite the growling snorting she makes. Sleeping.. Good. Now was his chance. As soon as he'd finished his meal, Jerry had quietly made his way upstairs, determined to snoop through her belongings. A guilty thrill washed through his shivering little frame, the danger of being caught surprisingly exciting. Has he ever taken a risk like this? Probably not. But he had to have answers, and those answers were surely with that horrible tiny gangster, right? Right. He takes a moment to steel his nerves, takes a deep breath, and exhales. As gently as he can, Jerry reaches up to the high positioned door handle and twists, wincing at the dull click as a mechanism within turns. He waits, listens. More snoring. Satisfied, he eases the door slowly open, grateful for the well oiled hinges as the heavy entrance glides silently along. The slumbering form of his huge Aunt can just be made out in the dark within, the rolling hills of her curves rising up and down, a voluptuous landscape. From this angle, he can tell she's on her side, facing away from him, shoulders gently lifting and falling with steady, deep breathing. Perfect! With exaggerated care, he tiptoes his way over to the Amazon made bed, eyes on her bag, tucked just under the mattress near the headboard. 

“mmmphhmm..hmm”

Jerry freezes, eyes flashing to his left, heart pounding in his ears. She was sleep talking, he realized, almost gasping with relief. He's still watching as one of Aunt Jen's long, meaty arms groggily reaches down behind herself to pull the bottom of her dressing gown up, and scratch the twin moons of her ass. Yet again, the poor boy finds himself awestruck by the heaping mass of female flesh on display. Unbidden thoughts spring up, randomly. It's roughly the same size and shape as his Moms, only pale and with a smattering of freckles on the upper cheeks. Open mouthed, he watches as she -really- digs around in there, hand parting those heaving gluteal muscles apart. He.. he could fit his head between them, he knows it. Easily. With room to spare.  Look away dammit, look away! With one last grunt, Jen pulls her hand free, the uppermost cheek flopping down with a fleshy smack that sends ripples through the bouncy skin, then that arm retreats back around to the front, hidden from view. His own hands are shaking now, adrenaline and horrible, wonderful arousal. So wrong, so very wrong. But.. he has a mission to complete. He can deal with the shame later. A dry swallow clicks in his throat, and he looks away, eyes closed. It wasn't easy either, the urge was practically magnetic. Shuffling onwards, he drops stealthily down onto his knees, giving his Aunts back one last glimpse to ensure she isn't conscious. More snoring. A slight nod to himself, and the boy pushes his hands into the bag, feeling around until he finds the hard edges of the box. Eagerly, he pulls it slowly out, ears twitching for any signs of his Aunts movement, then flips the latch and turns the lid…

And it's empty. Jerry frowns, baffled. Nothing. The long smooth thing was in there, which he picks up and runs his fingers along, but..  no tiny man. The object is surprisingly heavy and solid, but coated with an odd smelling, slick moisture. It tasted odd too, he thinks, giving it a small lick. Weird.. had he imagined the whole thing? After all, shrunken people were an urban myth right? Like bigfoot or something. His small shoulders slump, and he sighs, suddenly tired. Maybe he was still stressed out from being pulled from school. Maybe he dreamt the whole thing. Man, he needs to take a nap himself, he thinks. He gives the weird oblong one last squeeze, then slots it back into place, returning the box into its bag. Aunt Jen snores extra loud, startling Jerry like a small rabbit next to a tiger, and he all but leaps to his feet, spinning to face her. Or, rather, her ass. Still bare, the globe-like cheeks seem to tease, and mock him, inviting him to touch. 

No.. it was one thing to give his Mom a butt massage, but this.. this was wrong. Another dry swallow, and he takes a short step forwards, gingerly reaching up so that he can tug her dressing gown back down and cover her nakedness. He keeps his eyes firmly closed throughout, especially when he has to lean way too close for comfort, the body heat from her immense posterior washing over his face, inches away. Unfortunately, just as he's about to grasp the hem of her gown, a long, low rumble begins from somewhere deep within her belly. Too late, Jerry senses what's coming, and before he can react it happens. It's like a foghorn directly in his face, a long, hot fart that blows his hair like a windy day, and ripples his mouth open like a pilot experiencing g forces. It was..  bad. Really bad. And yet Jerry doesn't react at first. He just stands there, wide eyed, mouth agape. It's as though he's simply shut down, even when he flops his hands to his sides, and marches right out of the room like a robot on auto pilot. Didn't happen. Nope nope nope nope. The word repeats in his head over and over like a mantra, all the way back to his own room, where he throws himself face down on his mattress and yells into his pillow..

==

Back in his Moms room, Jen sleeps blissfully unaware of the unconscious torment she's just inflicted upon her nephew. What neither would know, is that she had, in a sense, followed through. Her cheeks jiggle ever so slightly as something between them worms it's way forwards, until suddenly, an arm the size of a cotton bud thrusts forwards from between the tightly packed meat…

The rest of the day passed without incident, and Jerry ( having managed to mostly suppress the memory of his Aunts’ unconscious flatulent assault) was currently perched upon his custom made, extra small gaming chair, his laptop set on the desk before him with the soft glow of its monitor casting tiny reflections in his glasses. Dainty chin resting on his small fist, the little teenager frowns, blue eyes flickering left and right as he reads yet another useless article. Thus far, his online search for answers had yielded no results, or at least, none that seemed authentic. A lot of stuff that came up he already knew; Amazon's and their rarer genetic counterparts, “mini men” like himself, had started appearing around eighty years ago, and while the world had adapted surprisingly well to the existence of enormous women, no one really cared about the males, widely considered genetic defects. Normal people, both male and female, generally admired Amazon's, in some cases even apparently worshiped them, some strange little cults that had sprung up over the years, but boys like Jerry? Well. Bullies had made sure he knew his own standing in the world.

Pushing his glasses up and rubbing the bridge of his nose with grumpy tiredness, Jerry kicks himself backwards and slides out of his chair. He didn't like thinking about this stuff, and his research had reached a dead end. It was weird how little information there was about it, despite there being so many stories and rumors. Glancing at the time on his screen, he realizes with some surprise that he's been at it for hours. Maybe he'd feel a bit better after a break, maybe some snacks right? That sounded good. Recharge a little. Decision made, he makes his way out of his room, and heads down the tall stairs, pausing to peek into the living room on his way past. The TV is on, some soppy soap opera that his Aunt enjoys, but no sign of the big red head herself. Curious, Jerry wanders into the room and around to the front of the sofa, half expecting to find his enormous Aunt laying down, but nope, it's empty. A half full glass of wine sits on the nearby table, and a scrunched up fluffy blanket lays on one side of the couch, amidst cushions. She's probably using the bathroom, he thinks, but his gaze is mainly drawn to the massive double imprint spread out before him. Clearly, Jen had been sitting right here, and her ridiculously huge posterior had sunk deep into the cushion to create a distinct impression of two perfect, round cheeks. Jerry shakes his head in wonder, marveling at the sheer size and weight of his female relatives, and not for the first time. He could quite easily curl up and lay down within the two circles, and still not fill the space. Abruptly amused, he clambers up onto the wide cushion, shuffling himself until he's resting against the backrest, with his legs stretched out. He can still feel the heat rising from Jens backside, running his hands along the edges of the impression. He wasn't even sure why he was doing it, simple curiosity, interest, boredom? It felt strangely pleasant though. Lost in his thoughts, he doesn't register the movement at first, the dull, creaking thuds of Aunt Jen's heavy footsteps, not until she's swaying her hips around in front, her eyes glued to the TV, her hands full with a tray of snacks to go with her drink. She's even humming a little tune as she comes to a ponderous stop just before her tiny nephew, her back to him and engulfing him within her voluptuous shadow. 

“Uh-” 

A faint little murmur is all he can manage as he stares upwards at the towering woman standing before him, his eyes slowly trailing along her immense, muscular legs, stopping midway to gawk slack jawed at the double boulders of muscle and fat of Jen’s ass. It's glorious, as always, fair skinned and bulging, each cheek twitching and flexing visibly with minute ripples upon the skin. She's wearing what must be the tightest, smallest thong she had, a tiny piece of fabric sitting atop each bouncy globe like a stretched out piece of string, with a neat little triangle peeking out down below just barely hiding her womanhood, or what's visible between those monstrous thighs. It was intimidating, and awe inspiring, his gaze flickering from one to the other, each twitch and flex catching his rapt attention.

By the time Jen begins to move again, it's far too late. The boy's eyes widen in growing shock as that insane dump truck begins to back up, almost in slow motion, his world view becoming utterly filled with Jens derriere, hurtling down like the meteor that killed the dinosaurs. He has just enough time, a fraction of a second, to speak, but all he can manage is a pitiful squeak as five hundred pounds of woman flops down onto him, squashing him into the cushions as though he were made of foam and fabric himself. With a satisfied sigh, the huge woman shuffles her hips left and right, and grinds her booty downwards to get comfortable, inadvertently clenching and hotdogging her unseen nephew's entire lower torso and hips between her mighty glutes. apparently happy, Jen settles back and swings one massive leg over the other, then settles backwards against the couch, bouncing ever so slightly.

Down below, Jerry finds himself utterly compressed, saved from broken ribs thanks only to his lucky position directly in her crack, but still the pressure is immense. His face is pressed sideways against her lower back, while his torso and legs are crushed beneath hundreds of pounds of booty meat, so heavy and so firmly that he can physically feel her heartbeat through her skin, even as his extremities start to go numb from the weight. He can't move, can't even take a breath, His entire world currently Aunt Jens ass, her scent, her body heat. It's as though he's become part of it. As his Vision begins to darken, the struggling teen makes one last desperate attempt to free an arm. It takes almost five minutes, but he manages to push his left hand out to the side, and begins weakly slapping at the side of his Aunts cheek, little clapping thwaps that startle her and make her look down and to the side.

“What the… oh!!”

The sight of a skinny little arm flailing helplessly beneath her bottom causes Jen to jump a little, startled, before she realizes what's happened. Arching her back, she leans fowards while twisting at the waist so that she can peer down at her unfortunate human cushion, a guilty, yet amused smile flushing her ample cheeks.

“Why Jerry, if you wanted me to sit on your lap, you could have just asked..”

Jerry himself makes no reply, and just sits there gasping, inhaling sweet lungfuls of air until the stars stop spinning around his head. His stomach and legs are still firmly squashed beneath that thong clad backside, his slender frame utterly hidden beneath, and the boy just slumps slowly back against the couch cushions, staring forwards at the massive booty currently grinding atop him.

“Aunt.. Aunt Jen.. jeez.. I.. get off.. you're too.. heavy..”

“Heavy? Are you saying I'm fat?!”

Jen gasped, with false offense.

“No..no, I.. I mean it's just.. please lemme.. up already..”

Jens smile only grows, widening until her teeth are on full display. With deliberate care, she turns away, facing forwards, leaning back over so slightly and casting her nephew in shadow once more.

“Oh, but.. you know, I'm actually kinda settled in? Besides, you're pretty comfy hun. Lemme just ah.. I'll tell you what, we'll finish watching this episode okay? Maybe two. Or three.”

Jerry groans, realizing his mistake in even asking. She's left him just enough space to breathe, and wave his arms around, but not much else.

“Come on, this isn't f-funny!”

There was also the increasing problem of just where his dick was pointing right now. She likely wouldn't even feel it, but by god he could, his stiffening member poking neatly between the tightly packed masses of meat. Jen, of course, thinks it very much is funny, and begins to slowly push her hips left and right, moving her little nephew along for the ride, and gripping his own narrow hips ever deeper between her cheeks. Jerry grunts and groans, angrily pushing at the squishy ass cheeks, hands and fingers sinking deep into the skin to no avail, achieving nothing but making his much larger Aunt giggle snort in amusement.

“That tickles! Settle down willya, this episode is only an hour lo- HEY!!”

Her sentence is stopped midway, and she gasps in shock. In desperation, Jerry has hooked both hands into the waistband of her thong and yanked up and back as hard as he can, giving his Aunt a surprisingly powerful wedgie. It doesn't shift her of course, and she actually admires the little guy's tenacity. But she couldn't let that slide!

“Oh, you wanna play rough huh…”

Her ominous statement is followed swiftly by a deep rumbling gurgle. She isn't… she wouldn't.. right? Glancing down over one broad shoulder to look Jerry square in the eye, she grins savagely. He can feel it building, a pulsing roll of gaseous build up, and he begins to slowly shake his head, as though by denying it, he could prevent the inevitable.

“Jen.. Jen, Wait!!”

 But it's far too late. His Aunt winks once, then clenches her jaw while her abdominals flex tightly. A great, ripping fart tears its way out of her anus, hot and sharp, almost stinging his skin with its intensity. His hands slap over his mouth and nose, eyes watering at the sheer volume and thickness of the release, desperately trying to avoid the stench, but all available air is now Jens gas. Inevitably, he has to breathe in, coughing and gagging upon the powerful aroma. Defeated, he topples weakly back against the cushions while Jen cackles in victory, her sweaty booty jiggling and pinching at his crotch. This.. this couldn't get any worse.

“Whew! You stink kiddo”

Came Aunt Jens mirthful voice from above.

“Don't worry, we'll get a bath after episode three.”

Wait.. what.. he spoke too soon..

Had it been an hour? More? Jerry wasn't sure. As time dragged on beneath the enormous, squishy posterior of his Aunt, the puny young man had, much to his humiliation, been dragged further under and between those hefty cheeks, inch by sweaty inch as she ground her hips, crossed her legs and adjusted herself on her little cushion nephew, until finally he found himself utterly engulfed. His entire body was firmly pinned by several hundred pounds of supple female flesh, his midriff and legs somewhere beneath her chunky thighs, while his slender torso now partially hotdogged between bulbous buttocks that must have been double his bodyweight. Only the softness of her asscheeks, and his precarious position allowed his skinny chest to rise and fall. Either side of the Amazon's glutes, Jerry's dainty hands could just be seen flexing and twitching pointlessly, gripping and squeezing at the meat, and at the back, his beleaguered head poked neatly out from between the two monstrous humps. Only the upper half of his face was visible, red and sweating,his cheeks smushed and squashed by her skin, his nose directly poking into the smelly crevasse, shielded from her asshole Only by the thin cotton fabric of her thong.

His view was entirely obscured by his Aunt's ass, the curving slope of her back, and the vibrant red hair way above, though occasionally it went all dark as she leaned back, crushing him ever deeper into the couch cushions. Thankfully, his descent had apparently stopped right here, but that was small comfort. His legs had gone numb some time ago, and his upper body was swiftly following. Straining, he heaved with all his strength, grunting into the ass flesh as he did so, but achieved only the most miniscule jiggle of his monstrous Aunties phat booty. She didn't even notice. Finally giving up, Jerry submitted with a long, exhausted sigh that rippled from between her cheeks as a small fart sound. It might have been funny in any other circumstance, he vaguely thought. His eyes, half closed and weary, slowly gaze around and upwards, counting the freckles on her skin as a way to pass the time, while Jen continued to relax, sipping wine and giggling at her show. He may as well not exist. Another sigh. He had gotten used to the smell of her ass surprisingly quickly, having no other air to breath, and he wondered why he hadn't passed out yet. No sooner did the thought form, he felt it.. oh no.. here she goes again. He closed his eyes, bracing himself as Aunt Jen's bowels rumbled and vibrated through his nervous skull and then-

Phhhhhrrrrrttt!

She let loose, directly into his mouth and nose, a bout of flatulence that lasted almost fifteen seconds. Hot and pungent, no matter what he did, no matter how he squirmed, he still tasted it. He had no choice but to take long, deep breaths through his nose, eyes watering, vision blurring. It was better than suffocating right..? Up above, Jen apparently didn't even notice his plight, and simply shifted her bulk left and right, relaxing fully upon her tiny nephew. At least she's having a good time, he thought, morosely. He kind of hoped it would be over soon though. He'd hate for his Mom to see this. She would definitely want to start doing it. She had gotten way more.. frisky lately. A glimmer distracts him from this train of thought, and his eyes flicker upwards along Jens back. A bead of sweat was working its way down along her spine, gathering liquid and speed as it went. It stopped, only for a moment at the very top of her ass crack, before it continued downwards, over the pink pale swell of her butt, before finally plopping directly onto his nose. Okay it had been long enough surely?

“Mph! Mmph!”

His voice, muffled by muscle and fat ,could barely be heard at all, but it did give a pleasant little vibration on her skin. Jen blinked and leaned ever so slightly forwards, and glanced down over her shoulder with one red eyebrow raised, the simple movement parting her cheeks just enough for Jerry to inhale sharply and gulp, swallowing and gasping.

“Aunt..Aunt Jen.. puh..please.. “

She regarded him lazily, her eyes half closed and with a faint smirk upon her luscious lips. Her face was reddened from the strong amazonian wine, and she was clearly drunk. Her eyes widened slightly and she laughed, reaching down to tweak his nose playfully.

“Oh! Jerry bean.. I kind uh.. I forgot about, y’know..aheh..wha’ time is it huh.. hmm.. oh.. yeah, yeah okay..bath time!! Lemme just.. finish muh show, kay?”

Wait, bath time, what did she mean by..

“Aunt Jen, wait, I-.oomph!!”

Without even waiting for a reply, Jen simply sat back, her ass cheeks clamping firmly around his face and smothering all opposition. Now only his eyes and messed up blonde hair could be seen, framed by immense, freckled, thong clad glutes. 

Another hour passed like this, his Aunt apparently too comfortable to move, while Jerry gave up his struggle and relaxed, ironically becoming and even more comfortable human cushion. He must have counted the freckles on her ass four times now, such as he could see. The main thing he had to focus on was her thong, and at this distance he could almost see each individual fibre.. finally, at long last, he felt Jen begin to stir, her legs uncrossing, her wide hips shifting, and the immense pressure is lifted as she heaves her bulk upwards. For a moment, Jerry is actually suspended in the air, still half clamped between her buttocks, until Jen, laughing, shakes her booty and jiggles him right off, where he falls with a soft thwump upon the couch. It was over.. jesus.. at last.. laying there panting, soaked in his Aunts booty sweat, he looks like a crumpled tissue, his skin pinkish red from being peeled away from hers. He couldn't feel his legs.. couldn't feel anything in fact, everything tingling wildly as blood flow returned to his extremities. A shadow looms, blocking out the light as Jen leans over his battered form, head tilted and grinning. Her hands are on her hips, and her massive breasts strain against her white tee shirt, cup sized nipples poking against the fabric. Quite a view, but Jerry lacks even the energy to even look away, the slowly bouncing mammaries providing a rather pleasant hypnotic effect. Maybe he could just sleep right here…

“Bath time kiddo!”

Jen abruptly declared, startling him from his fatigue. 

“Ah! What?? No that.. what do you mean..?”

He asked, with mounting concern. But one look at her dancing, booze widened pupils told him what he suspected. They. They were going to have a bath. Oh god.. Unable to move, unable to speak, he could only emit a sort of startled squawk as Jen effortlessly reached down and scooped him up like a child's doll, pressing his half naked body against her humongous chest. Without another word, she straightened up and turned, heading towards the stairs with an unsteady gait, while Jerry could only wriggle pitifully, fear and excitement warring in the young man's confused mind.

“I'll scrub your back, you can scrub mine, aheheh..”

Jen giggled dreamily as the pair approached his mothers massive, amazon sized door.

“Shame y’Moms not here to share.. next time, yeah?”

She declared, pushing her face down to plant a long, sticky smooch on his forehead. This couldn't be happening…

The familiar sound of running water emanating from the adjoining bathroom of his Mother's room gently swirled into his ears, with what should have been a cosy and comforting auditory caress. A hot bubble bath, to ease one's tensions and relax the muscles right? Jerry, having managed to shakily get to his feet after his immense Auntie had deposited him roughly onto the huge custom made bed, now staggered towards the door, reaching up onto his tip toes and fumbling desperately, and pointlessly, at the handle. Sensation had finally returned to his limbs, and with it the sharp and uncomfortable tingle as blood circulated freely once more. His skin was still reddened and sweaty from prolonged contact with his Aunts’ meaty backside, with a distinct line directly down the centre of his slender chest and stomach that lined up perfectly with her ass crack, molded temporarily into his flesh by the overwhelming, squishy weight. The shape of his own torso and arms was of course outlined neatly upon her cheeks, which she apparently found greatly amusing, slapping one hefty glute and laughing as she sashayed into the bathroom.

Jerry nervously glanced over one shoulder towards the partially closed bathroom door, a thin slice of light cutting across the otherwise dark bedroom, steam slowly billowing out from the gap and causing swirly little shadows. Occasionally, the dark and towering shape of Jen blocked it completely as she moved around, doing god knew what. Her deep voice hummed and sighed as she sang a happy little tune, slightly off key and somehow intimidating, not that the giantess needed any help in that department. The young man's fearful eyes slid over to the bed, where she had flung her shirt and thong carelessly when she stripped, inadvertently giving her nephew a full on show, forcing him to look away and desperately squeeze his eyes shut, consciously willing his arousal to die down.

A world weary sigh pushes his shoulders downward, and he thumps his forehead against the thick, smooth wood of the door. Why was his Mom and Aunt like this? The teasing and flirtation had definitely ramped up considerably, the day he had turned eighteen, and had only gotten worse since then. Normal sized people would kill for this treatment, he was told, but he didn't buy it. It was humiliating, and embarrassing.. it didn't help that, yes, they were sexy. Another hot flush reddened his face, and he redoubled his efforts, straining for all he was worth at the door handle high above. He was just about able to jiggle it slightly downwards, hope building in his thumping chest, when the door behind began to creak ominously and loudly open, flooding the room with ambient light. Jerry clenched his jaw, eyes widening, and brow sweating as he looked up at the enormous, voluptuous shadow covering his shivering little form entirely. Aunt Jen was ready. The Shadow began to move, increasing in size as she drew near, her ponderous footsteps sending vibrations through the floor, and seemingly into his very bones. Each one made him flinch a little, mouth suddenly dry, until they came to a stop immediately behind him, her physical presence overwhelming, her body heat washing against his back. Her voice, slightly less slurring than before, rumbled out above and behind, cheerful and pleasant.

“Baths ready, lil’ buddy. Let's get you cleaned up, hmm?”

Jerry tensed up, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and nerves, mouth drawn in a thin line. Jen, apparently noticing his deer in headlights stillness, laughed and spoke again.

“You can turn around y'know. I'm wearing a towel.”

That.. okay, he could deal with that, he thought. Maybe he could talk his way out of this, inform her that he was legally an adult now, and how inappropriate it would be to take a bath together. A small, self reassuring nod, and he turns quickly around, about to speak. Then stops, and blinks, momentarily unsure what he's looking at. Then it dawns, horribly. Not a foot away from his face, Aunt Jen's red haired crotch stares back, the bushy pubes only just covering her puffy labia, the glistening slit pulling Jerries’ eyes downwards, against his conscious will, to gawp open mouthed at her privates. Thighs thicker than his entire body frame it either side, with the gap between large enough to push his head into, the curving slopes of her lower buttocks just visible. He's speechless, unable to articulate a thought, other than.. pussy..so much..pussy. With some considerable effort, he manages to drag his gaze upwards, still slack jawed, to meet his Aunt's mischievous gaze high above, her pretty round face framed between her beach ball mammaries, pink nips the size of small plates poking from the slowly bouncing glands. 

“Just kidding! Musta’ dropped it. Won't need one anyways”

She informed him, green eyes glittering with raunchy amusement. It was all Jerry could take. Abruptly, the young man flung himself to one side, desperate to escape this uncomfortably horny trap, And begins sprinting, not even realising in his panic that there isn't any where to go. He gets maybe five steps, before his Aunt simply takes one stride and effortlessly reaches one long powerful arm downwards and wraps her huge fingers around his ankle.

“Oh no ya don't!”

She laughs again, a sort of giggle snort as she whisks him from his feet. The world turns upside down for Jerry as he is dragged into the air, a high pitched yelp as Jen holds him by the leg at arms length, as though he weighed nothing at all. Her free hand slaps onto her wide hip and her head tilts to one side as she regards her tiny nephew dangling there, like a cat with a mouse, that broad smirk pulling her features into a devilish grin.

“Going somewhere hun?” 

She asks, her voice a low rumble in his ears. Without waiting for an answer, she simply flicks her arm upwards, and tosses him up and over one shoulder like a small towel, her other hand clamping onto his skinny buttocks with a soft clap, and another pitiful yelp. Already she's striding towards the bathroom, Jerry gasping and squirming like a fish out of water, his vision focused on her muscular lower back, and bulging, jiggling ass cheeks further down.

“Aunt Jen.. puh..please.. ‘“

He whined, helplessly, already knowing it was pointless. Jen, not listening, or not caring, doesn't answer this time. Instead, She daintily hooked her carefully manicured pinky finger nail under the waistband of his boxers, and flexed it once, the garment tearing off like dry tissue paper. Spinning the ruined fabric around on the edge of her nail a couple of times, she tossed it carelessly off one side, her horrified nephew now fully naked on her broad shoulder. Again he attempts to speak, to protest, but is sharply cut off as Jen naughtily pinches one of his meagre ass cheeks between finger and thumb, eliciting a startled gasp from him, and an amused laugh from her. They passed the threshold of no return, the bathroom door, and she bumped it with her hip, bouncing it from one buttock and slamming it shut with the force of a couple hundred pounds of booty. The room is like a sauna, thick with steam and sweet smelling bath soak, beads of moisture already glistening on both of their skins. The light is provided by several large candles dotted around on shelves, providing a comfortable ambience, while the bath itself is of course custom built for the immense body frame of an amazon woman, strong and thick porcelain and marble, with stylised brass and steel feet. The huge thing had cost a fortune. It's filled to the brim with hot water, small mountains of bubbles piled high, and it's into this that Jerry is deposited, his Aunt gripping both hands around his waist and easing him in, ignoring his feeble struggles. Unable to effectively fight back, Jerry can only whimper softly, inhaling sharply as the almost too hot liquid surges over his sensitive skin, the sheer heat making him dizzy, and yet, feeling somehow good on his booty squashed body. Arms floating in the deep water, his backside touches down, so undersized in this bath that his chin is just about held above the surface, forcing him to shift onto his knees so that his shoulders can at least breach the surface.

“Aunt..Aunt Jen,this is.. very awkward,and I, ah-”

As though he hadn't spoken at all, the massive woman simply raised one curvy, heavy leg upwards and over her diminutive nephew, giving him a spectacular view of her undercarriage, before heaving the rest of her bulky body in behind him. The bath creaks, and the water surges upwards as her mass displaces it, causing Jerry to bob up and down a few times until enough drains out of the overflow to allow him to settle. He can see her hands on the sides either side of him as she eased herself downwards, one leg, then the other, sliding forwards either side of his hips, until her raised knees are level with his head. Her soft, yet firm thighs brush up against his middle, then gently squeeze him between themselves, locking him in place, while he stares straight forwards, desperately trying not to think. Her pubic hair tickled and scratched at his butt and lower back, while immense, looming (and now sopping wet) breasts hover into his peripheral vision, mercifully covered by foam.

“Ahhhhh~”

Came his Aunts breath, chest bulging and falling, and taking her nephew with it, still laced with the sweet scent of wine.

“Now isn't this nice? All that complaining you did.”

One thigh slides up and down his right arm and shoulder, slippery skin rubbing and squishing, while at the far end of the bath, her toes peek up out of the foam and wiggle with delight. Once more, Jerry tried again, the immense heat and multitude of fragrances making his head spin.

“Aunt Jen, I.. “

His meek voice, even quieter than before barely registered.

“Shhh, just relax sweets. You're so tense..”

She murmured as she slid her palm across his back, fingers pushing and rubbing, her nails gently scraping across the skin. He couldn't help but shudder, an involuntary moan escaping his lips. It did feel good, he had to admit, his will to fight faltering and failing, giving in to his situation yet again, his body submitting before his mind did. As though reading his thoughts, Jens other arm snakes around his upper chest and shoulders, pulling him affectionately against her own body, where she wraps him up, arms folded around him in a hug, while her mammoth mammaries engulfed his little head, forcing him to gasp and push his face slightly upwards to avoid being smothered in the maternal embrace. Jen peers down at the small, slightly squished face in her monstrous cleavage, and giggled happily, squashing him a little more between the slippery, soapy organs. His ears fully covered by boob, Jerry could barely hear anything else at all now, only the deep thrum of his Aunts heartbeat and the rumbling bass of her deep, yet feminine laughter. It was.. actually incredibly comfortable, her body soft and supple against his back, powerful thighs hemming him in. He felt safe even.. and yet.. he was naked, and so was she. It was exhilarating and terrifying, and shameful. Worst of all, he was absolutely rock hard, his member throbbing almost painfully. Thank God she couldn't see it, he thought, fearfully. A few more minutes passed just like this, his Aunt cuddling and smothering him, until she took a deep breath and adjusted herself, sitting more fully erect, and allowing the boy to slip from between her tits, where they semi floated in the water, like fleshy buoys.

“whoops! Nearly fell asleep there..  man I'm drunk!”

She cackled, worrying Jerry even more. He himself just awkwardly sat there between her legs while she rummaged for something behind. A distinct glassy clink and scrape was heard as Jen produced a bottle of that potent wine, bumping him gently with her boobs as she offered some.

“Uh.. no.. no thanks Aunt Jen, I..  maybe you should, ah, go to sleep..?”

He asked, timidly. He risked turning around, placing one hand on her raised knee, and twisting at the waist to look up at her, one boob bobbing against his chest as he did so. Jen didn't answer. Instead, she took a few long, thirsty gulps of the bottle, and pulled it away from her thick, pouty lips with a loud wet pop.

“Aaahh! Nah, I'm go- hiccup!! Good, aheeh. Let's get washed up!”

Jerry sighed inwardly, and hunched forwards, determined to see nothing more scandalous than her feet, or knees. Thank God his mom wasn't here, or she'd be in here too, he thought with mild terror. Aunt Jen shifted again, her long arms splashing and sloshing in the water, while her oversized tits jostled and bounced the tiny guy between them. Finally, she finds what she's looking for; a bottle of body wash, one of his Moms, he realizes. Without further ado, Jen noisily squirted a dollop onto his head, then began working it into his scalp, her gentle yet powerful touch pushing his head around easily.

“ah.. take it easy Aunt Jen!!”

He squeaked, much to her amusement.

“Oh! Too rough huh.. hm. Lemme.. oh! I know.. “

Her hands moved away out of sight, while she squeezed more of the cream onto her hands directly, and began slathering it all over her immense breasts. Her palms cup her nipples, just in Jerry's view, and before he can react, she smooshed them against his entire back, shoulders, and head, engulfing him completely. Semi hard areola poke and drag across his skin, while heavy flesh and slick skin bounce and squash him, dunking him under water more than once before she finally stops, leaving Jerry gasping and spluttering between them, head caged in either side, and mightily weighed down as she flopped them onto his shoulders, the fatty tissue spilling out either side.

“J..Jeez Jen!! Are you trying to kill me..?”

Hot faced and stunned, he squirmed and panted, twisting awkwardly to look up at her face again, only to be immediately interrupted by her chunky red lips pushing downwards for an unexpected smooch, covering both his nose and mouth and physically sucking the air out of his lungs.

“Mmmmwah!! Goddammit y’so cute.. heh.”

Her eyes are heavy lidded and slightly glazed, her freckled cheeks once again red tinged. Jerry meanwhile is left cartoonishly inhaling a desperate breath, flopping his head against her upper chest and allowing her breasts to close in. Not that he was strong enough to push them away of course. Before he could even speak or think, her large hands are gripping the sides of his hips, hoisting him upwards and onto his feet while she remained sitting, his peachy butt dripping and soapy and level with her face. 

“damn, that looks good.. don't mind if I do!”

“Ack!! Do.. do wh-Yeow!!!”

Without warning, Jen had leaned forwards and planted her mouth on one of his cheeks, digging her teeth in and chomping playfully, causing him to Jerry forwards and nearly fall face first. He would have done too, had she not been holding on. With a sucking pop, she released her grip, leaning back to admire her handiwork. A large, queen sized hickey was quickly forming on her nephew's skin, causing her to lean back and cackle.

Jerry, dazed, managed to slowly slump back down into the water, tenderly resting on his bitten cheek. He was just glad she hadn't seen his cock, wagging in the air as it was. This whole experience had left him exhausted.

“Mmmokay. My turn!” 

She abruptly declared as she began to rise up, water cascading from her mighty body and washing down over her puny nephew like a miniature waterfall. Before he could react, Jen lightly stepped forwards, bringing both feet over and in front of him, then slowly eases herself down once more. Jerry, staring wide eyed at the slick and glistening booty descending, hurriedly pushes himself backwards until his back is against the porcelain, only just avoiding the massive woman sitting directly on his lap. As it was, her ass had pushed his legs wide apart at his knees, his crotch dangerously close to the deep crevice of her ass crack, and his inner thighs molding into the thick fatty flesh at the sides. He gulped, and gazed upwards along her broad back, a familiar sight at this point. If she leaned backwards, he'd be squashed, again.

“Um…”

“Wash my back, would ya’ kid?”

A flick of wet, red hair, as Jen peeked down over one shoulder, offering him a saucy wink.

“I.. sure.. yeah.. right..”

The boy replied. The sooner he did it, the sooner this was over, right? Steeling himself, Jerry carefully extracted his legs from around Jens ass, and scooted backwards so that he could kneel up, no small amount of relief washing through him. If his Aunt had moved back even a little, his dick would have slid right in there, and..and.. with an awkward lurch, he forcefully pushed the thought away, eyes squeezed shut until it abated. He just had to get through this, he told himself. Retrieving the lotion bottle, he presses the toggle a good few times to get as much as possible into his cupped hand. There was a lot of woman to cover, after all. It wouldn't be too dissimilar from helping his Mom moisturise her feet and legs. With this in mind, he pushed himself upwards on his knees so that he could reach up to Jens’ shoulders and after a slight hesitation, smeared his hands across her shoulder blades and the middle of her upper back.

“Ooh! Kinda cold.. and tickles..”

Jen giggled, wriggling her body like a schoolgirl, and sending small waves to lap at Jerry's waist.

“Aunt Jen please, keep still..” 

He sighed, frustrated, to which he received another giggle, but she did settle down. He had to ease her long hair over her shoulder, to fully expose her back, and then gets to work, small but nimble hands spreading over her skin quickly and efficiently. It was.. kind of nice to do, if he didn't think too much. Aunt Jen wasn't as physically muscular as his Mom, but she did still possess an immensely powerful body, the layer of healthy fat atop thick, strong muscles. He could feel all the tension fade as he worked, subconsciously turning the lathering into an impromptu massage, Working his way down her back until his hands were resting along the steep curves of her voluptuous waist and wide hips.

“That.. uh.. all done Aunt Jen..”

He says, quietly, awareness of his situation crashing back in. He hadn't moved his hands yet, and just stared, teeth clenched. This was.. it should feel wrong, but all he felt was turned on. And embarrassed. 

“Hmmm..? Y' left it out hun..”

Jen replied, her voice sleepy and slow.

“Left.. what out?” Jerry asked, puzzled. He'd covered her back completely. For a moment, she didn't answer. Then, with a tired huff, she moved. Jen leaned right forwards, placing her palms on the bottom of the bath, and sliding her knees out, and her feet backwards until they spread either side of the startled Jerry. Then, before his widening eyes, Aunt Jen gradually brought her immense booty up and out of the water until she was on her hands and knees in front of him, the shadow of that ass blotting out what light there was.

“Muh butt”

She mumbled, without a care in the world. Jerry, heart thumping and skin burning red, stared at the twin globes bouncing slowly, dripping water and foam, glistening with slippery wetness in the light. One cheek, then the other, and at the hairy lips between bone crushing thighs.

“Oh god..”

He whispered, voice hoarse. A single, wet clap of cheek on cheek snapped in front of his face, spraying him with booty water, the sound reverberating throughout the bathroom.

“Hop to it, little mister”

Jen commanded, huskily, her deep voice brooking no argument. There was no escape, he knew. No choice. Heart hammering, hands shaking, and dick hard as steel, he timidly squeezed more body wash into his waiting palm, staring all the while at the love heart shaped mass of womanly butt before him. He takes a deep, deep breath, and lets it out, while mentally he decides which buttock to begin with via a silent eeny meeny miny mo. Left it was then…

Reaching out, Jerry hesitates again, hand hovering just above the uppermost crest of his Aunts bulging glute, swallows, and gently places it down, fingers spreading and sinking slightly into the supple skin and meat. His other hand joins it, and he gets to work, spreading his palms evenly over the squishy, jiggling surface, and making his way inch by sordid inch down and around, almost hypnotised by the little ripples of fatty skin. It was so smooth, so heavy, so much.. again he thinks about how much they must weigh, certain it's at least a hundred pounds each. Terrifying indeed, yet unbelievably hot.. Did he really just think that? Well so what if he did! It was hardly his fault right? Aunt or not, it was a gorgeous, female ass… right? He felt suddenly like a pervert, and ground his teeth in frustration, moving on to her right cheek and repeating the process. He's just about done, and is pulling his hands away when Jens voice rumbles again.

“Deeper, Mister man! Don't be half assing it.. heh, get it? Half ass?”

Her booty wiggles in response, bouncing lightly again. She was serious.. he groaned inwardly, desperate to be out of this situation that fate saw fit to put him in. Resigned, he glumly looks again, eyes drawn to the meaty centre where her deep crack awaited. He had to get a little closer, and edges forwards to do so, timidly approaching the monstrous ass, as though it were a wild beast that might swallow him whole at any second. His head peeps once above it to peer nervously up along Aunt Jen's back, but she hasn't so much as looked behind herself, utterly confident that her Nephew would simply do as he was told. She was right of course.. he could never say no to his dominant Mother and Aunt. His comparatively tiny face lowers out of view again, and our angle is switched back around to Jerry's point of view. Nothing for it then.. he reaches up, and slowly eases his fingers into the tight, soft centre, wincing as he does so, then follows with his hands, and upper arms. He wants to get it done quickly, but knows Jen wants a thorough job, and so he works slowly, carefully, plunging deep, up to his elbows as he massages up and down at her inner cheeks, the bulbous globes of muscle and fat giving just enough with the slippery liquids, that he doesn't simply get clamped between them, although Jen does squeeze them together a few times without thinking. The sheer power he can feel on his arms from those mighty objects is alarming, and he knows that, like his Mom, she could crush his bones like twigs if she wanted, with her ass alone. With this in mind, Jerry pays extra attention to his job, pushing them slightly apart, and slipping his arms even deeper until he feels them stop against.. well. Yeah. At this point, he considered it a job well done, and gradually withdrew his arms with a slick squelch, his Aunts booty practically sparkling from his attention. He was actually pretty proud of himself. That had been a damn workout.. finally he rests, sliding back onto his own puny butt to admire his handiwork, before realising what he was doing, yet again. Goddammit…

“Erm.. all.. all done Aunt Jen..”

He says quietly, unable to keep the hope from his voice. She'd be happy with that right?

“hmm? Oh.. good job Kiddo.. that felt.. real...nice ....”

The huge woman said her voice low and distant. He was kind of hoping for more than that after the effort he had put in, but whatever.. As he was thinking this, Jen began to rise again, pulling her legs and knees back up, while backing her ass up towards him as she, unsteadily, started to stand.

“Aunt Jen..Aunt… Jen…”

He said, meekly. He knew what was about to happen, yet was powerless to stop it. Aunt Jen, barely able to stand, was slipping, her feet sliding as she… fainted. Jerry managed one last squeaky “ Oh..” as the twin globes came crashing down, right towards his face. Almost in slow motion, her booty slams into him, utterly swallowing his head between them, so much so that it looked as though he had a giant ass for head. And then, glacial slow, Jen fell backwards, her booty crashing into the water, and taking her diminutive butt prisoner with her.

“Just..mmm.. gonna.. rest m’eyes a sec, sweety..”

Pressure. Immense, and total pressure pinned the young man as firmly as though he were nailed down. Below the water line of the bath, beneath his now slumbering, mammoth Aunty, Jerry struggled pointlessly, sheer panic lending a frantic energy to his fragile form, but it was useless. His skinny arms, legs, even his entire weedy torso, was squashed under her mighty thighs, so thick with fat and muscle that he could barely reach his outstretched arms either side of them, while his face, his entire head, was entombed neatly between familial female buttocks of such ludicrous size and mass, that they engulfed his skull completely, not even a tuft of blonde hair visible, his neck leading into and then disappearing abruptly into the heaving, wobbling crevasse. Only the sheer spongy squishiness of Aunt Jen's cheeks, and his direct centre position between them, had spared his puny head from being popped like a grape. His horror stricken face was clamped so completely by booty meat on either side, that it had created a kind of waterproof seal, allowing the barest lungful of trapped air to be greedily sucked into his pursed lips.  But it was running out, and fast.

He had tried to flail his arms, kick his legs, anything, to awaken the unconscious giantess, but it was utterly futile. He may as well have been trying to push a particularly voluptuous and thick tree, such was her sheer, dominant bodyweight. He had even tried biting at the ass flesh hugging his face, which had elicited only a measly giggle from her, jiggling her butt (and Jerry) once before she settled once more, the bath tub creaking as she spread a little further, inadvertently grinding her tiny nephew yet more into the gleaming porcelain surface, save for his engulfed head. It was so sweaty, so damn tight, body heat and hot water threatening to overwhelm the delicate boy's constitution completely, but somehow he found the strength to stay awake, his humiliating and dangerous position giving him the much needed motivation to fight. Well, if you could call it that. 

He had to calm himself, he thought, catch his breath, as difficult as that was, buried beneath his amazonian Aunt. Strangely, thankfully, he realised that simply relaxing his body eased the pressure to a bearable level, Jen's flesh molding onto his body like a foam mattress, the back and inside of her thighs gently squeezing together atop him, narrowly avoiding his, remarkably, still erect cock. How the hell was he turned on?? He thinks, clenching his jaw in embarrassed frustration. This was life or death! A low murmuring hum from somewhere above snapped him out of his trailing thoughts, and he opened one eye as much as he could, the other smooshed closed with the meaty prison. Aunt Jen was muttering, half asleep, or half awake, he couldn't tell. With a start, he realised that the booty and soap tinted air was getting thinner, his breath coming in shorter rasps that sent tiny bubbles floating to pop on the water's surface either side of Jen's prodigious, yet half submerged hips, the massive woman's arms reclining luxuriously along the edge of the bath while her flame haired ginger head loosely rested on the back, wet red locks cascading backwards. For some reason, whatever she was sitting on felt unbelievably comfortable, even in her semi conscious state, a wide, happy smile spreading along her plush, chunky lips, thick lashed eyes closed in drunken bliss.

For Jerry, things were looking grim indeed, his strength fading fast as his supply of air ran out, his mind racing for a solution, until, suddenly, he heard another sound, felt it physically even, as Jens guts began to grumble, low at first, then rapid, her backside tensing and flexing together slightly around her trapped nephew's face. Before he could react, she let loose, a loud, long emission of flatulence that blasted through her cheeks directly into his helpless mouth. His free eye bulged in horror and shock as the piping hot gas forced its way down into his already stressed lungs, inflating them utterly with her intestinal warmth. He gagged, heaved, unable to even turn his face away, as the queen sized fart washed over his face to join the churning bubbles on the surface, and yet…. He blinked once, exhaling a held breath that smelled distinctly of ass. He could.. could he? Pushing aside his revulsion, he takes a long inhale, filling his expanding chest once again with smelly, yet somehow breathable gas. That.. shouldn't be possible right? Yet it was. Aside from some mild dizziness, and the stench, he found he could breathe. He was alarmed and confused by this, but.. he could worry about this later. With an effort, Jerry pushed and squirmed his face left, then right, managing to force a little more space within the deep sandwich of booty flesh, yet so deep was it, that his head was STILL sitting somewhere in the middle depth. Every sound was muffled, save the deep rhythmic breathing of his immense Aunt, her thumping, slow heartbeat, and the occasional gurgle of her digestive system.

For a moment, Jerry rested, breathing deep of Jen's gas, trying to gather his thoughts and come up with a plan of escape. The fact that he was getting used to the smell was rather worrying, but he boxed that away for the time being, intent on solving the problem at hand. Taking an extra deep breath, he yelled as loud as he could, desperate to at least catch his Aunts attention, while his puny hands slapped feebly at the sides of her hips, dainty hands barely dimpling the expanse of curvy flesh, his arms trapped tightly beneath. His hoarse yells didn't even penetrative through the thick walls of buttock smothering his head, and did little more than send a slight, pleasing tickling sensation directly into her clenched anus, causing Jen to titter in her sleep, and release a small series of toots onto her nephew's prone face.

Jerry groaned, shutting his one visible eye rightly during this, and relaxing once more. He inhaled deeply again, and let out a weary sigh. Okay.. he didn't seem to be in immediate peril at least. Could he wait for her to wake up? That might be for the best, he thought, morosely. He just couldn't believe it.. he had seen more of his Aunt in the last couple of days than he ever wanted, been stuck under her ass, and now… 

He cast his mind back to the sight of her bare butt as she slept on his mothers bed a few nights ago, and recalled the horrifying, yet vaguely alluring realisation that his whole head could fit easily between her glorious, beach ball ass cheeks, and here he was, living proof of that. Glum, embarrassed, and painfully aware of his own weakness yet again, unable to even move a single, albeit inhumanely massive glute. Maybe he should just try to sleep, he thought, with another exhausted sigh, eye rolling open to scan the fleshy walls of his tight prison. Should be pitch black, he realised suddenly. Yet he can see everything in perfect, peach coloured detail, the small space in front ending in a neat, firm line of skin and fat a few inches from his nose. Why could he see anything at all? Another mystery yet.. his eye blinked, and he sniffed, once, then once more, harder this time. Aunt Jen hadn't farted again for a few minutes now.. that meant he would run out of gas to breathe!

“Hmmph.m mmph MmMmph!!”

High, ready voice muffled by ass flesh as soon as he opened his mouth too wide. He couldn't believe it… he was begging her to let loose, to fart on his face. He needed air! Oh God..  oh no, he thought, panic rising once more. Then, he realised what he had to do. There was no choice, not if he wanted to make it through this ordeal. With deliberate focus, he slows his breathing once more, saving as much gas as he can, for the effort ahead. Later, he would groan and lament his torment and humiliation, but for now, he had to survive.

With slow, steady determination, Jerry heaves his shoulders, and pushes his face -forwards- deeper through, and into, his Aunt's ass, his squashed face parting the smooth, slippery flesh apart as he pries his way inside. It takes a good minute of muscle tearing effort, and he's very nearly out of breath by the end of it, but he's done it! His head finally stops, his nose and mouth gently colliding with her sphincter, the tight, wrinkled muscle twitching and flexing just before his haunted, reddening eyes. This is it.. he gulps, studying the orifice for a moment. Just like the rest of her body, it's huge, powerful, and intimidating, and yet.. oddly pretty somehow. Disgusted at his own reaction, Jerry angrily grunts, closes his eye tight, and does what he came here to do. With difficulty, the tightest part of Jen's ass giving more resistance here in its deepest depths, the boy pushes his face into the last couple of inches, and with a shudder of existential dread, opens his petite mouth wide and presses it tightly against that flexing ring of muscle, creating as good a seal he can manage. Then, moaning softly, with tears in his eyes and shaking like a leaf, Jerry thrusts his small, pink tongue outwards, piercing, then penetrating her asshole. It's so, so very tight, bumpy and lined, with a distinct, not entirely unpleasant salty taste, but he's not there, not yet. Steeling his resolve, Jerry squirms his tongue deeper, forcing her anus to twitch, quiver, and finally stretch open just enough, fresh gas blowing forth from her colon. Jerry sucks it in like the finest nectar, eye rolling back in relief as he fills his lungs once more. The slender, slight muscles of his neck feels like they're on fire from the exertion, but as he starts to relax, he realises that Jen's buttocks have molded tightly around his head, providing a slightly crushing, yet almost comfortable sort of support. Finally, he can relax, his scrawny body going limp, while he lays there and breathes, Jens gas hot and heavy, raising his body temperature as he inhales. French kissing his Aunt's asshole.. this didn't count as his first kiss did it?

Occasionally, Jen shifts slightly, hips sliding left and right, moving her little passenger along, and forcing his face more tightly against her anus, buttocks gripping and squeezing around his skull like a big, over exuberant  hug. Once or twice, she even generously lets out a huge burst of flatulence, almost inflating the kid beneath her until he chokes and has to turn his face to the side slightly to allow some of it to pass over his face, through her packed skin, and escape to the surface in yet more pungent bubbles, all while she stays quite firmly asleep. 

Time becomes a little fuzzy for the tiny teen, smushed as he is beneath the enormous, older woman, but he thinks it's been about half an hour. Maybe forty minutes or so. Slowly, gradually, Jen's body had shifted, sliding downwards and pushing Jerry along until her knees rise from the soapy bubbles like flesh coloured mountains covered in snow, and while his face is still lodged firmly in her backside, Her thighs begin to part just enough for his spindly little legs to gain some freedom. Having been slid this far down the bathtub, Jerry feels his toes brush lightly against .. could it be?? Yes! The plug! Flailing his foot around, knees bouncing from Jen's inner thighs, he manages to hook the chain with his foot, and after a couple of desperate attempts, the trapped boy finally yanks the plug free of its hole, the gurgling water audible even from within his booty prison. Grinning, his teeth pressing against her asshole as he does so, Jerry hiccups and laughs with relief. That is, until he feels the pressure building atop him; as the water drains, Aunt Jen's monstrous weight is more fully centred on her little human cushion, squashing, grinding him down, his legs and arms trapped uselessly once more beneath the female behemoth. Mercifully, his head is still in the perfect position between her buttocks, and even though no air can reach him within, he still has plenty of Jens gas to breathe, directly from the source. All he had to do was wait, right? But.. the pressure. The weight. It was too much for his battered little body. Within the next few moments his vision darkens, stars sparkling weirdly, and he passes out. 

Eventually, the tub is empty, excluding the occupants within, Jens immense breasts ponderously swaying with every breath and minute twitch of her oversized body, fist sized areolas covered in a modesty preserving coating of bath bubble. A huge yawn cracks open her mouth, and expands her already colossal bosom to new, jiggling heights, and she slowly heaves herself upright while still sitting. Rubbing one knuckle into her tired eye, she yawns again, more quietly this time, and looks around the room.

“Jerry bean?... Where y'at babes?”

Her deep, honey voice calls. She blinks once, suddenly aware of something she's sat on, something lodged deep within her booty, something giving the most delightful sensation on her asshole. Had she left a buttplug in? Curious, she parts her knees to gaze down at the diminutive, naked body of her nephew, his shoulders disappearing beneath her snatch, and realisation dawns. 

“Woops… ummmm ..aheh..you okay kiddo?”

She asks, concern building for the unfortunate lad. Upon closer inspection however, she can see his slender torso rising and falling as he breathes, clearly still alive.

Jen herself exhaled loudly, awash with relief, and gently pats her nephew's stomach and chest with a hand that nearly covers both. She can't help but notice his small, yet impressively stiff member, wagging proudly,  and she stifles a naughty laugh with the back of her hand.

"Let's ah.. get you dried off, hun."