‘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 seven 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…