----- Chapter 4 -----

            Cheryl Harvey stood to her full ten foot height and casually sauntered into the living room, where she gingerly set her massive ass down on the couch. I absolutely gawked at the sight of her, sitting in front of me. I couldn’t believe how immense she’d become. She filled the entire couch with her ass, and her sexy feet were nearly a foot and a half long. My mother smiled slyly as she crossed her legs and patted the cushion next to her.

            “Come here Dale. Come sit next to momma and see how big she’s gotten!”

            I did as I was told, and my mind spun as she compared our sizes. I didn’t stack up at all.

            First she grabbed my hand and we held our palms together, comparing sizes. Cheryl’s hands were like catchers mitts, with 6 inch long fingers. Our hands touched, and the giant woman’s fingers easily curled over mine, her long pink nails glittering in the light.

            Next she grabbed me and we compared feet, which was pretty much a no contest. Cheryl placed me in her warm, gigantic lap and stretched my leg out. My feet were dwarfed by hers, as they had grown nearly a foot and a half long. Staring down at her bare feet suddenly reignited my loins. Instantly the whole experience became incredibly erotic, as she held me in her lap with her hands wrapped around my torso. You could just feel her size, how much bigger she was than me. And then you looked down and saw those gorgeous feet, in pristine feminine glory, pink toenails and all.

            Cheryl laughed at the sight of my feet next to hers. “You’re so tiny now! I can’t believe it.”

            “Me either.” I was beginning to feel like maybe Cheryl knew something I didn’t. She was taking this far too well.

            “You sound a bit confused dear. Are you all tired out from our sexy ‘activities’?” I felt her whole body teasingly shift in anticipation at the word ‘activities’.

            The fact that we’d just had sex definitely needed to be addressed. But it was going to be awkward.

            “Yeah. Did we just… you know. Is that ok?” My voice dropped nearly to a whisper.

            The gigantic woman leaned down next to me, gripping my body just a little tighter. Her lusciously soft hair dangled around my head as she spoke.

            “What do you think?” she whispered into my ear.

            I didn’t know how to answer that. “Uhh…”

            Before I could think of something, she interjected, at regular volume. “Don’t you think that at this size, I should be allowed to have sex with whoever I want?”

            “I suppose.”

            “I think so too. In fact, I think a lot of things should be different around here.”

            I was confused as to what she was getting at, as from my point of view things “around here” had already changed dramatically. But before I could voice myself, she pulled my legs out from under me and set me belly down in her bare lap. Her broad palm played out over my back, and she began to lightly drag her nails across up and down my back. It felt fantastic as her sexy feminine nails brought tingling sensations up and down my spine.

            “Now you just relax, little man, and let me fill you in on how I want things to go from now on.”

            I wasn’t objecting. This massage felt simply awesome, and really helped me relax. My body melted into her steaming lap as she began to lay down the law, her voice floating on down from up high.

            “First off, what I say goes. I say I want sex, your only obligation is to fulfill that. If I’m hungry, you get me food. If I want some work done, you’ll do that. You’ve been far too negligent of your mother lately, and I want some payback for that.”

            “Secondly, we’re going to be spending more time together. A lot more time. I expect you to get to know me very well. My wants and desires should become your wants and desires.”

            “If you do these things, I’ll allow you to worship me like a goddess. And that’s how things are going to be from now on.”

            I was nearly being lulled to sleep from her intoxicating touch, but I could still hear what she was saying. I guess I wasn’t really sure what I thought of it.

            “It sounds an awful lot like slavery Cheryl. Won’t I have a say in anything?”

            My massage stopped. “Do think you do you right now?” she asked sweetly.

            Sensing that maybe I’d overstepped myself, I backtracked. “I don’t suppose I do.”

            “Good.” My massage continued. “It’s settled then.”

            And that was that. In one short conversation, I had effectively signed all my power over to my mother. One might think that it would be a terrifying thing to do, but I wasn’t a huge proponent of my own life in the first place. As far as I was concerned, I wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything anyways. In a weird sort of way, this was almost like a step up. At least my life suddenly had a purpose.

            Even if that purpose was to be Cheryl’s slave.

            She continued to massage me, humming softly to herself as she went. Gradually she built up the pressure, working her fingers across my back and into the muscles, grazing my skin tenderly with her gigantic pink painted nails. It felt fantastic. This wasn’t going to be so bad.

            Cheryl decided that it was time for something else. “Ok, get up now.” She lightly tapped my bum, signaling to me that the massage was over. “I’m hungry again.”

            “Already?” There were still six bags of groceries left on the table. This woman just ate that same amount no less than two hours ago. I rolled off of her lap so she could stand.

            Her appetite was amazing. My giantess mother went over to the remaining bags and began wolfing down their contents, voraciously consuming everything in sight. I remained on the couch. Admittedly, I was beginning to get hungry myself, but after watching Cheryl finish the last bag off I figured it was best to simply let her have the rest. I guess it only made sense that as she grew her appetite would as well.

            After she was done gorging herself, my mother sat down on the dining room floor and beckoned me closer with her finger. I got off the couch and walked over to her. Even sitting down she was already taller than I was.

            “You’re going to need to go get more.”

            “So you’re full then?” I asked, curious.

            “For the time being.” She looked down at her body. It was smeared with a variety of crumbs. “Right now I need to get cleaned up. Why don’t you come with?” She suggested.

            For a second, I wanted to object, but I remembered that I had just agreed to do everything she said. She’d asked me a question, so it wasn’t a direct order or anything, but I saw an opportunity to make myself useful. It was strange, but at that moment, I kind of wanted to be useful.

            “Ok.” I smiled, following her into the bathroom.

            Cheryl worked her way through the mansion, carefully squeezing through doorframes and crawling around corners not built to accommodate her size. As she moved I couldn’t help but watch. Her luscious ass was perched in front of me, eye level and looming on thick powerful hips. Her heavy cheeks bobbed side to side as she moved, enticing me with their feminine curves. I felt myself becoming aroused again, and it took all my willpower not to jump on that massive ass and go to town.

            Like a puppy, I followed her closely, observing every detail of her beautiful rear without holding back. Her precious vulva was being squeezed together as she wormed her way through the hallway, and I swore it was possible she was still growing. The luscious lips of her labia were pressed together tightly. That glorious scent was emanating from her love tunnel. I felt myself becoming erect again. Unable to contain myself, I bent in for a closer look at her wondrous female behind, so round and big and full.

            Cheryl had been crawling, and now she’d reached her destination. As she had no idea how close I was to her, she unassumingly sat up. As she did so, her thick ass cheeks bumped against my face, which was definitely closer to her than it probably should have been.

            “Oooh!” My enormous mother jumped with surprise, her hands moving to cup her cheeks. “Watch out down there!”

            Awkwardly, I began to put some distance between us, moving away from her. Cheryl was looking over her shoulder, watching me with one eye over her wide back. As I moved she frowned, and her hand suddenly shot from her cheek to my chest.

            “No.” She ordered simply and forcefully, grabbing me by the arm. “I liked that.”

            She pulled me quickly through the threshold of the bathroom and planted my face against her ass assertively. Squealing with pleasure, she took my legs in her other hand, positioning me on the floor as her butt loomed above me. Cheryl was moving to a sitting position on her knees, and I was right under her!

            “You want to get close to my ass? Let’s do it.” She taunted from on high, pushing me down onto my back. I felt the cold tile against my skin, and staring upward all I could see was her gigantic, ominous pussy. Slowly she lowered it onto my head, encasing me between her legs as she sat on my entire body and pressing my face right into her cunt with her considerable weight.

            “There, that’s the spot.”

            She gyrated into me, instantly warming the cold floor with moisture from her muff. The luscious pubic hair on her labia scraped against my chest, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I could hear Cheryl moaning above me, and both of her hands gripped my legs, holding me in place as she pleasured herself on me. The only thing saving me from being crushed under my mother’s immense bulk was that she was kneeling.

            Hot stickiness covered me as she slathered her vulva up and down my chest, masturbating on my body, lustily lubricating me with her oppressive fluids. Her scent overpowered my mind, sending me into a carnal lust. I lost control of my own body, involuntarily bucking upwards in a futile effort to have my exposed rod touch her hot womanhood as her luscious muff slid over me repeatedly, toying with my body.

            Feeling me squirming like a bug below her, Cheryl obliged my efforts, repositioning her vagina over my pelvis, sliding it over my stomach in a slow sexy thrust that left me covered in juices.

            Her hands remained on my legs, and slowing and sensuously she pulled upwards on me, drawing me into her snatch and further imprisoning me underneath her. Like a captured animal, I tried desperately to hump at my own frantic pace, but Cheryl’s guiding hands were too strong. I couldn’t even control my own rhythm- she had found a way to do that for me. My shaft thrust upwards into her engorged clit, jabbing it repeatedly as my mother worked me into her. Slowly she brushed her vulva around, and the tip of my penis explored the wrinkles of her clitoral hood, giving us both an incredible amount of sexual gratification. Just as I was about to lose myself, she eased off, rocking backwards and planting her cushy cunt directly on my face.

            “Oh, oh… worship me!” She moaned haughtily, nearing an orgasm herself. “Touch me and feel me and love me, damn it!”

            Eager to please, I worked my arms up and down the sides of her labia, running my fingers through her thick hair and cupping her womanhood into my face. I plunged into her, rubbing and licking like a pig in a trough. It was an awesome experience, working as hard as I could to satisfy a goddess like that. She let go of one of my legs and suddenly reached around. I felt her fingers playing on the back of my neck as she forcefully pushed my head up inside of her sheath, assisting me in pleasuring her despite my enthusiastic efforts.

            I was having difficulty breathing, as her womanly folds had formed a tight seal on my face, and her desperate gyrations created a heavy plunger-like effect as her weight slammed into me. I tried to signal her that I couldn’t breathe, but my mother only let out a yell of ecstasy, losing herself in the moment. The huge goddess didn’t care- all that mattered at that moment was what she wanted.

            She was growing again, and I could tell because I could feel the wrinkled mass of her inner vagina expanding wider, allowing her to engulf me even more. And in her frenzied ecstasy, she did. She pumped upwards and slammed into me, drawing me further and further inside her. I was terrified, because as she continued her efforts got stronger and stronger, her weight and mass became more and more, and I was afraid I was going to suffocate. It had never occurred to me that this might be dangerous!

            Cum shot about my face as Cheryl orgasmed on me, unaware that I was drowning inside of her. Already I’d accidently swallowed a bit, but she didn’t care. My frantic thrashing served only to give her more orgasms, so she clenched my body tight in her ever growing hands and worked me further and further, screaming and groaning at maximum volume as my head reached new depths of her womanly cavern.

            I was being used. Used like a sexual tool. The woman who was formerly my mother completely disregarded my own safety as she selfishly succumbed to repeated sexual pleasure. To me, she was now a goddess, a gigantic cruel mistress whose power now far exceeded my own. My only job now was to ensure that she was happy, to worship her and assist her in gaining even more power. My giantess mother was growing, and that’s all that mattered to her as she muffled and smothered my whole existence in her hedonistic lust.

            It was hot, sticky, dark, and humid. The pressure on my body was incredible. I wanted to cry out, but for whatever reason I held it in.

            Gigantic pussy lips quivered around me as more hot fluids gushed about. Her steamy cum felt as if it was going to scald me at first, but it cooled as soon as it touched air. The pressure was slowly letting up, not just on my face but the rest of my body too as my adoptive mother’s strong hands relaxed their grip on me. Wrinkled labia loosened on my face, and with a sticky plop I was released from my muscular prison.

            Gasping for air, I opened my eyes frantically. I was covered in sticky goo, thoroughly slathered in the contents of Cheryl’s multiple orgasms. Around my face and chest all I could feel was the thick fur of her cunt. It was like a hairy rug pressed me into the ground.

            Cheryl was gasping as well, and she rolled to one side allowing me to be freed completely.

            She giggled at the sight of me, plastered to the tile floor in a puddle of her own juices.

            “Well that was something! Look at you, poor thing.” She cooed teasingly. “I went and got you all messy!”

            I felt so weird at that moment, in a good way. Logically, I was aware that I had just been in a rather dangerous situation. My thumping heartbeat and heightened adrenaline was a testament to that. But, on an emotional level, I was thrilled. I felt like I had just got off the best amusement park ride ever.

            Cheryl beamed down at me, “What a good little man you are, enduring all that loving! You’ve made me VERY happy! I’m just going to have to get you all cleaned up now!”

            I sat up, superbly pleased with myself. I had clearly made an impact on my woman, my goddess-mother. It was an incredible feeling, enormously gratifying.

            I knew it shouldn’t, but it just felt right. I was beginning to not care.