A sense of normalcy was finally creeping back into Jason and Crystal’s life. To tell the truth, both of them wonders why they hadn’t had their pivotal conversation earlier, and neither one had any regret about what they had decided. Crystal was happier than ever, working hard during the night and coming home to have every need satisfied. So much so that she began to get used to the thrill of Jason’s services and was hornier and hornier. This in turn translated into far better performances for her patrons, who paid good money to see her display her desires and growing lust each night. For the first time, she even had some regulars who tipped big and never failed to be there for her shows. She even found more energy to do things at home, with the correct encouragement of course.
Jason’s life had also turned around. Instead of having little to do, he now felt like he had a purpose, and what’s more there was no one to judge him about it. The only other people he saw were his mother and Joyce, and neither one had a problem with the tiny boy’s purpose in life being to sexually satisfy Crystal. He had settled into a routine where he spent the day with his mom and was looked after by Joyce when Crystal had to work nights. The few times she couldn’t Jason had convinced his mom that he was fine on his own. Until one night.
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That night was like any other, he started his day in bed with his mom. Crystal woke up at around noon, yawning the sleep away as she sat up in bed. Having shrunken further in the past weeks, she barely fell Jason’s 1-inch tall figure under her left butt cheek, happily crushed by her booty, She wiggled her bottom around a little to get her son nice and hard before standing up. His smiling, naked little body was glued to her soft flesh and she giggled as she walked to the bathroom. Jason remained on his mother’s butt as she brushed her teeth and stepped into the shower. With a gentle grasp, Crystal picked him up and turned on the water. This had become one of Jason’s favourite activities in the day. He eagerly waited while the aged-stripper stepped into the cool stream of water and began to wash herself. With a deft motion, Crystal brought her son against her skin and began rubbing. Being used as a scrubber was like a dream come true, Jason thought as his body was rubbed abasing every inch of Crystal’s b body. He especially loved when she used him to scrub under her breasts, feeling sandwiched beneath the heavy orbs and surrounded by her scent.
After her shower, Crystal wake back into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around her hair but the rest of her body stark naked. She playfully tossed Jason onto the bed as she turned to get some underwear. The giantess bent forwards, teasing him with her enormous ass, the cheeks spreading apart before him like a door opening to another world. He remained erect as she swayed her titanic hips from side to side, looking for something to wear that was work appropriate. Finding just what she was looking for, the stripper emerged from her drawer with an almost comically tiny piece of fluorescent yellow fabric. Jason felt his hand slip onto his dick as he took in the thong as his mother fiddled with it in her massive hands. She finally lowered them down and got her feet into the right positions, before snapping upright and hoisting them on. The horizontal waistband was pulled up to her hips, stretched between her two thumbs. As they rose, the vertical portion shot up between her gigantic thighs, flashing in front of Jason before being swallowed up by her booty, the fatty mounds obscuring it from sight. The waistband snapped back into place as Crystal released it, the narrow fabric digging into her chunky body and causing her flesh to wobble. She turned around to face her son, the minuscule triangle of bright yellow stretched tight against her pussy, the top of which was covered by her slightly overhanging belly.
“How to I look?” she asked seductively, placing her hands on her hips and striking a pose. Jason stared up not only at her crotch, but also her behemoth breasts that hung free, miles above him. The giantess giggled when she saw that her son was stroking himself, no longer feeling ashamed of their relationship, but rather proud that he found her so irresistible.
“You look so … perfect,” Jason managed shakily, still pumping his dick as he looked up at her. He watched her smile grow as he said so and this made him that much closer to climax.
“Well just for that, I think someone has earned a reward,” Crystal winked. Jason had been surprised the first time she had done this, but now was overcome with anticipation. His throbbing penis threatened to burst prematurely as Crystal bent forwards, her massive face suddenly falling on her son. Jason beat his meat furiously as her mouth opened, washing over him with her fresh, minty breath, and her tongue slid out before him like a wall of meat. The heat emanating from her mouth was like something from a dream and the moist, heavy air embraced him like a lover. Without a seconds hesitation, the titan’s powerful tongue tackled Jason and pinned him to the bed. The pressure and warmth was overwhelming and Jason screamed into the appendage as he came hard, his pathetic drops of semen dissolving amidst her saliva that now drenched him. As his pleasure-filled thrashing stopped, Crystal withdrew, smirking at the satisfied heap her son now lay in.
“You’ll have to clean yourself up, mister,” she teased, leaving Jason to catch his breath as she finished getting dressed. She pulled on a matching bra to complement her panties, then a dark blue pair of jeans and a tight black t-shirt for the journey. She checked her phone and saw that she had time, but frowned as she saw a text from Joyce.
“Jason, you’re going to be on your own again tonight,” she said sadly, “Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”
“Of course mom,” he replied, still panting, “I’ll be fine.”
With a worried glance, Crystal made to say something, but decided against it. She didn’t like leaving Jason alone, but she had done so a few times and he had been fine. She pulled on her shoes and begrudgingly made to leave.
“Remember, don’t let anyone in,” she said, leaning over and giving him a gentle peck across his whole body, leaving some of her lipstick in a diagonal print across his chest.
“I won’t mom,” Jason assured her, “Now get going, didn’t you say they needed you in early tonight?”
“Shit!” Crystal swore, getting up quickly as she now realised that she was running later. She rushed out of the bedroom and grabbed her jacket on her way, sprinting out the door. Jason laughed at her carelessness and remained on the bed, preparing himself for a quiet night. He’d have to get to the living room, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed journeying around the house, almost like going on a hike. Getting to his feet, he made his way to the edge of the bed and began climbing down the sheet. He heard a noise in the distance like a door opening and wondered why Crystal was back so soon.
“Mom?” he asked, but obviously he was too small for her to hear. This shouldn’t have unsettled him, but the footsteps he heard were different to what he was used to, heavier, slower …
“CRYSTAL?” thundered a voice that deafened Jason. He didn’t recognise the voice at first, but the thundering footsteps grew louder and louder.
“THE DOOR WAS OPEN …” the voice boomed, “MY MICROWAVE ISN’T WORKING, COULD I BORROW YOURS?” The floor was starting to shake and the force was being transmitted onto the bed sheets, shaking in Jason’s hands. Jason caught sight of movement in the living room but couldn’t make out who it was. All he could tell from the shear size of them was that it was not his mother.
“CRYSTAL?” the voice thundered, “Guess she’s not home.”
The door to the bedroom creaked further open and Jason craned his neck to see who it was. Without warning, an immense foot entered the room with an earth-shattering stomp. The impact shot through the room and Jason lost his grip. He tumbled backwards, falling away from the bed sheet he had been using to climb down. He took in the details of the intruder as he fell, his mind processing everything in slow motion.
The humungous foot was stuffed into a rubber slipper, the pink material wedged between the fat toes of a clearly, morbidly obese woman, her nails flecked with chipped paint. Her chubby foot met her leg to form a deep crease at the ankle, and Jason could see the grotesquely chunky, bare leg that rose to her her knee. The bulge of her fatty thighs was terrifying, like a wall of pale, white blubber that was barely contained at the top by a pair of overly-stretched, cotton-shorts.
Jason landed on the floor in a heap, groaning as he did. He tried to his feet but the giantess’s second step knocked him sideways. He watched as she stood, filling the doorway with her girth. A monstrous belly hung over the waistband of her shorts, peaking out from beneath a too small tank top. The white material was stained and threadbare, which Jason could observe from even so great a distance. The woman loomed over him, her face only just visible beyond her bosom. The sagging mounds filled the rest of her torso, leaving a vast plane of pallid cleavage in plain sight. The rolls of fat on her neck were partly obscured by tangled, curly red hair. He freckled face seemed so far away from Jason, and it certainly showed no sign of noticing him. The freckles on the chubby cheeks seemed to bounce as she breathed heavily through her mouth.
“Let’s see what we got here,” she said, waddling into the room, glancing furtively over her shoulder. She lumbered forwards, moving with terrifying speed for one so humungous. Jason rolled onto his front, trying to get into a position from which he could run, but she was too quick. With his back turned to her, he didn’t see her foot until the thick slab of meat and rubber slammed into the ground beside him. He recoiled in fear as he heard the floor creak beneath her tremendous weight.
The woman’s other foot came crashing down on Jason’s other side and the shaking young man looked up at the goddess that straddled him. Her elephantine legs shot up on either side of him before meeting in the middle where her thighs touched, their sweaty surfaces. Her shadow was cast wide over him like a cloud blocking out the sun, Jason was amazed that he hadn’t been stepped on. He could hear her breathing noisy as she bent forwards to search through Crystal’s bedside table.
“What do you think you’re doing?” came a stern voice from the doorway and Jason’s gaze shot to the figure of his mom. “Stephanie, get the fuck out of my apartment!” she shouted.
The behemoth above Jason turned sharply and her foot came sailing across the floor towards Jason. He raised his arms to defend himself and Crystal’s eyes locked onto him and went wide with fear. The obese woman’s foot soared over his puny body, the dirty rubber sole of her slipper filled the sky above him … and came down with a merciless crunch.