Wednesday, August 31, 2022

A Place to Call Home - Finale


CW: NSFW, constriction, difficulty breathing, the most unhinged thing I've ever written


Willow cupped her hands around her mouth.  “Hey mom?  There’s a bunch of people on the front lawn.  They don’t look happy.”

“I know.”  The sixty foot giantess chuckled.  The vibration of it rumbled all the way through my body.  “I can see them from up here.  What a bunch of little voyeurs.  Whatever happened to the right to privacy?”

“What are we going to do?” Brianna asked.  She sounded scared.

“Mommy has it handled, girls.  Just don’t wander off.  I wouldn’t want to lose you.”  

Both women looked like they had more questions, but mom didn’t give them a chance.  She moved urgently.  Pressing me against her giant slit, purring like a feline in heat.  My cock had grown a lot since I’d last fucked her, but she’d grown a lot more.  This time I slipped inside with no resistance at all.  

If I thought all the eyes on her, including her own daughter, would make her self-conscious, I’d have been sorely mistaken.  She howled with unabashed lust, using both hands to thrust my length deep, deep inside her.  I had no control over it whatsoever, and could only press myself exactly where she wanted me.  

It might’ve felt like she was using me.  Like an object, or a sex toy.  But there was something far more connected and loving in this.  The way she rubbed her thumb against my back, cradled my head with her palm.  Angled me to grind against the top of her sex.  Not going too fast or too slow, but pacing it for my pleasure as well.

I grasped the pearl of her clit with both hands.  Rubbed the fist-sized nub for all I was worth.  And was rewarded instantly as she squirted.  A deluge.  Soaking me, raining down to the ground below.  I felt my skin prickle, felt her cum make me grow.  Fast.  She suddenly needed both hands to support me, as my cock grew bigger, and longer inside her.  For just a moment she actually became tight again, her inner muscles pressing against my shaft, desperately squeezing and pulsing as she tried to accommodate me.  The sensation pushed me over the edge.  I came hard, and her body utterly exploded in size.  Making my meager growth utterly insignificant.  

Through it all she kept thrusting me inside her, as she grew, and grew, and grew.  Her juices soaking me from head to toe.  Keeping me strong, keeping me hard.  She massaged me against her muff, her lips stroking me, tender and feather-light.  I came at least twice more, and she never broke her rhythm for even a second.  Just moaned her approval.  And swelled bigger.

At last, when she was big enough, she repositioned me.  Placing my feet against her entrance, gently pressing her giant fingers on my shoulders.  With some friction, I slid inside her.  First up to my thighs.  Then up to my cock.  

For a moment she was still too tight, and I could go no deeper. She pressed a gargantuan thumb as thick as my thigh against my back.  And massaged my ass in a slow, sensual circle.  Pressing upward, forcing me to fuck her.  I came again.  And as she grew, she kept pushing on my shoulders.  

I got a fleeting view of the neighborhood, from at least a hundred feet up.  The long line of cars with flashing blue lights, the gathering crowd.  But then she let me slide the rest of the way inside, and the world as it concerned me was gone.

All was darkness, except for one small portal of light at the opening to her sex.  She smelled so good, tasted like sweet syrup.  I writhed inside her, and her body thrumed around me.  Her powerful muscles squeezed me everywhere, making me gasp and fight just to breathe, but it was good, so good.  I felt safe, and cherished inside her pussy.

There was a sensation like being on a very fast elevator, and I realized she was bending.  “Come here girls,” she rumbled.  “Let’s all get together before mommy gets too big. I wouldn’t want to lose little things like you.  Besides, you two look like you could use a snack.”

I felt her straighten.  A moment later, my stepsister and my girlfriend moaned in unison, the sound like someone tasting something impossibly delectable and sweet, but coming from very far away.  I could imagine the two of them.  One at each of mom’s breasts.  Drinking.    

Something pressed against my face suddenly, forcing me out of the way.  A foot - then a thigh.  A hard body rubbing its way against me, until I was face-to-face with Brianna.  Our naked bodies squeezed together in impossibly tight confines, as close to each other as was physically possible.  I must’ve been growing faster than I realized, because the two of us were almost normal height to each other again.  

She stared at me in the dimness.  I felt hurt at the way she’d treated me.  Unsure if she’d forgive me for cheating, or if I could forgive her.  Her expression was hard to read.  But beneath her own uncertainty and surprise, I saw softness.  And whatever else, I knew at least one thing was true.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too.”

We kissed.  Clung to each other desperately, fueled by relief and by need.  We barely had time to enjoy our reconciliation however, before our privacy was shattered.  Willow gave a yell as her mom pressed her inside, forcibly shoved between us by a finger the size of a sedan.  

She gave me a dazed look, then smiled sheepishly.  “Well, fancy meeting you here, Shrimp.”

I opened my mouth to point out that Willow was back to being the smallest one of the three of us, that she didn’t even come up to my shoulders.  But then the two girls moaned, and started to grow.

“She just fed us,” Brianna grunted.  She was a head taller than me.  Then twice my size.  

Willow nodded, her eyes unfocused.  “It was a lot of milk.  We’re going to get really, really big.”

The already constricting space grew tighter, and tighter.  

“What are we going to do?” Brianna whimpered.

But I already knew the solution.  I let my slick body slide down between the two of them.  My skin lubricated by mom’s juices, I managed to squeeze down between their breasts.  Slipping lower.  In one hand, I took Brianna’s giant cock.  The other, I thrust between Willow’s legs.  Both girls gasped.  Then began to rock in time with my motions as they grew.  

Brianna came first, her cum spurting from her utterly gigantic dick.  Splashing on my face, running in thick streaks down my chest.  Willow was right behind, clutching my giantess girlfriend with both arms, her whole body shuddering madly.  

I start to grow.  Caught up.  Surpassed them.  My shoulders shoving them apart, as they sank down beneath the level of my chest.  Yet as fast as their orgasms made me grow… they made mom grow even faster.  And soon, her pussy was almost roomy.

We started to touch each other, as mom’s cavernous folds expanded around us.  It happened in a mad delirium, like a fever dream.  

I had a half-sized Willow pinned bodily against the floor, my giant tongue lapping between her thighs, while Brianna sat on her face.  My girlfriend bared her teeth savagely as she ground my tiny stepsister beneath her.

Both girls were tiny in my lap, massaging my titanic cock between their breasts, while they kissed each other passionately.  I spattered all over them and they grew impossibly fast.  Doubled in size again and again, until they towered over me like twin goddesses.  

Willow was using me like a dildo.  

Then I was using her like a cock sleeve.  

Brianna sat on my chest, her thighs so big and thick that I couldn’t move.  She came in my mouth until she was so small I could fit her in the palm of my hand, and squeeze her against my throbbing girth.

But no matter how much we grew, the space around us only continued to expand.  Everything we did, feeding mom’s growth.  Our love for each other, translating into love for her.  And, if we ever started to tire for even a moment, our entire world would shake.  Glorious nectar would rain down as mom pushed herself into another orgasm.  And we would celebrate by fucking each other with renewed vigor.

I was behind Brianna now.  Grasping her hips, lifting her halfway off the ground as I pounded into her sex.  Brianna, in turn, had her arms around Willow, thrusting her massive girl-dick into the smaller woman, jackhammer quick.  My little sister was face down against the slick muscle of her mother’s sex, gasping and groaning and telling us she was close.  When at last we came, all three of us in unison, we grew together.  Until we lay panting on the floor.  The frenzy, at long last leaving us.

After a time, we rose together.  In the unearthly stillness, the three of us took each other by the hand.  And walked together to the opening of mom’s vagina.  

The still-throbbing bud of her clit hung above us.  It was the size of a city bus, and a hundred feet above.  

Far, far below, the world was misty beneath a curtain of clouds.  The ground beneath was in darkness, but at our altitude, the sun was just setting over mountains in the distance.  I could just barely make out structures beneath, only the biggest visible at all.  Here and there were little blue flashes of light, and the shine of emergency spotlights.  There were the spires of office buildings.  They looked pathetically small.  Not even the size of toys.  

There was an irritating mosquito-whine sound, and after a moment I spied a formation of fighter jets below us.  These were closer, somewhere above the clouds.  But even they looked insignificantly small and far away.

“How big do you think we are?” Willow breathed.  She sounded scared.

Brianna shook her head.  “I don’t know.”  She scrunched up her face, trying to do the math.  I imagined her measuring the distance between the brightest flare of lights.  Distant cities, each hundreds of miles away.  Calculating angles, taking into account the curvature of the Earth.  

“We’re a couple thousand feet tall.  At least.  Possibly a lot more.”  Brianna shrugged.  “It’s hard to say.  We won’t know unless we go down there.”

“And mom?” I whispered.  “How big is she?”

She shrugged.  “God only knows.”

From high above, a voice spoke.  Shattering the heavens.  The voice of the new divinity of this world.  

“Explore as you wish, children.  A good mother always has one desire above all others.  That her children grow up, to be whatever they want to be.”  

An impossibly large hand came down.  It cupped against the edge of her vulva.  Offering us a ride to the waiting world below.  

“Just remember,” mom spoke.  “No matter how big you get, you’ll always have a place to call home with me.”

Monday, August 29, 2022

A Place to Call Home - Pt. 10


CW: NSFW, step-mom sexy stuff, milk, female growth, muscle growth, breast growth, cock growth, male growth, destruction, mention of a girl with a cock, consequences


Mom was so big that she had to belly crawl to the back door.  Her fingers crunched effortlessly through the floorboards as she moved.  Her size and strength leaving casual destruction in her wake.

I watched as she tried to figure out how to fit through the double-paned patio door.  The top of my head was actually a little higher than the dining room table, so I was maybe three and a half feet tall.  After how small I’d been between her legs, this felt absolutely gigantic.

“Maybe if I just.  Hm.  What if I… no, that won’t work either.”  She sighed.  “Oh well.  Mommy’s going to have to knock this down door.  Get under cover, sweetie.”  A bicep as big around as a grown man’s waist flexed absurdly, and she lay an open-handed slap against the top of the doorframe.  I didn’t think she’d hit it that hard, but it simply exploded in a spray of wood and glass and concrete, taking a significant portion of the side of the house along with it.

She grinned at me sheepishly as the room filled with dust.  “Looks like mommy doesn’t know her own strength.  Better let me carry you over that rubble.  Wouldn’t want you to get a scrape, sweetie.”

Outside, she set me down at her feet, and stretched to her full, gargantuan height.  The sun was just beginning to set.  Orange and purple light played off the hard crevices and soft curves of her body as she arched her back, working out little kinks in her muscles.  The top of her head was well above the second story window.  

“What a nice night,” she remarked.  


Around us, lights were flicking on in neighboring houses.  Silhouettes of people staring out their windows.  Gawking at the fifteen foot giantess, standing naked and shameless in suburbia.

“What now, sweetie?  We could catch up for a while.  Enjoy each other’s company.  I’m too big to get back in the house, but we can let that be a problem for later.”

I gestured at the windows around us, and all the onlookers.  “Something tells me we don’t have long before someone comes to visit.  We’re going to have to answer some awkward questions.”

“Let them come.”  She smiled almost innocently.  “I can be a very good hostess.”

I shuddered.   Something about the way she’d said that was absolutely terrifying.  Even if I knew she’d never harm me.  “Maybe we could figure out a way to get you back to normal size.  Or, um.  At least small enough to put on clothes.”

Mom put her hands on her knees, and lowered herself into a squat.  Dropping her butt to her ankles, bringing her giant face almost down to my level.  I could see the subtle signs of age on her body - laugh lines at the corner of her mouth, tiny wrinkles around her eyes.  Yet after her growth spurt, she practically glowed with vitality.  

When she spoke, it was low.  Pitched for my ears alone.  “Do you think you can make me smaller, John?  Can you want that badly enough?  If so….”  She gestured vaguely down at my cock.  Not as big to her as it had once been.  But big enough to do the job.

I looked up at her, considering the question, as her beauty and majesty filled my vision.

“No,” I said finally.  “I can’t want that.”

“Neither can I.”  A finger as big around as my forearm began to stroke a smooth path up and down my thigh.  Paralleling the curve of my dick.  “You were right though.  We’re going to have company soon.  I’m big, John.  Bigger than I ever dreamed.  But not big enough to handle all the attention we’re about to get.  So.  It looks like the only way out… is up.”

I laughed in disbelief.  “You’re serious?  You want to get bigger?”

She massaged my thigh between her thumb and forefinger, working in a slow, seductive circle.  “Tell me you don’t want that, too.”

I ached all over from a long day of sexual exertion.  I’d already had three orgasms, something I hadn’t done since I was fourteen.  My hips and abs still hurt from when Brianna had slammed all her weight down while she was fucking me on top.  My thighs and arms burned from pushing a cock half the length of my body into my mom.  

Yet.  The way she looked at me - pleading and adoring.  The size of of her.  The knowledge that I could make her even bigger.  I could feel myself, impossibly, trying to warm up for round four. 

My eighteen inch cock unfurled, hanging almost to my ankles.  It slowly started to thicken.  But I was exhausted.  There was just no way I could get all the way there.

“I can help with that,” she whispered, as if reading my mind.  “Let me feed you.  I can make it hard again.”

My tired cock gave a little throb.  “You still have more milk?  Even after both Brianna and I…?”

She nodded.  “When I grew, I could feel it welling up inside me.  Filling me again.  Almost too much.  You gave it to me, I think.  I feel like I’m about to burst, John.  The sensation… you have no idea.  It’s a yawning, stretching feeling, all through my chest.  My nipples are so sensitive, it’s all I can do not to moan with every little gust of breeze.  My breasts… they both feel like they’re perched right at the edge of an orgasm.  I want to let it out so badly..”  She sighed lustilly, the force of it blowing back my hair.  “I think.  If we both desire it.  There’s no telling how much milk I could make for you.  It could go on forever.”

In the distance I could hear police sirens.

“Come to me sweetie.  Let me feed you.  Let me make you hard again.  So you can help mommy grow for you.”

I didn’t hesitate.  I reached up with both arms.  And let her pick me up.

She was impossibly strong.  Probably strong enough to bend a steel girder without breaking a sweat.  And I was so small that I didn’t even come up to her knee.  Yet she was beyond gentle as she cradled me to her chest.  She hummed soothingly, and directed me where she wanted.  Her thumb touched my cheek, turned my head toward her.  And I took the largest nipple I’d ever seen into my mouth.  

Her cry of pleasure split the night, rattled windows, as a firehouse stream of milk shot down my throat.  More than I could possibly drink.  It splashed down my body, soaking my chest and thighs and cock.  I gulped down what I could as far more of it soaked the rest of me.  Again, my body filled with power, and potential.  My fatigue melted away.  In seconds, I could feel myself getting hard again.  Then growing longer, thicker than ever before.  

She pulled her nipple from my mouth, and lifted me higher.  Toward her face.  Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, her cheeks flushed.  “I want you to cum in mommy’s mouth,” she ordered.  No longer bothering to keep her voice down.  Her bottom lip teased my dick, and she smiled.  “Don’t hold back.  We don’t have much time.  Cum really hard for mommy, okay sweetie?”

I nodded.  

Somewhere nearby, voices were shouting.

Mom braced one hand under my ass, another behind my back.  Then helped me drape my legs over her hulking shoulders.  She opened wide, and took me in with a low, guttural, “Ummph!” 

Brianna had always given enthusiastic oral, but mom was just in another league altogether.  She must’ve had a lifetime of experience at giving blowjobs.  I couldn’t have resisted even if I tried.  She ran her lips over me, swirling her tongue around the ridge at the crown of my penis. Nibbling on the sensitive spot just beneath the head, then growling as she sucked me as hard as she could.  Even at her size, my length completely filled her mouth.  I was big to swallow all at once.  But this didn’t present her a problem at all in getting me off.

I was past the point of no return in ten seconds.  Screeching with pleasure, I shot my load.  My fists grasped her hair, and I hugged her as hard as I could with both arms wrapped around her head.  She groaned with satisfaction, and swallowed every last drop.  

Mommy started to grow.

I felt a sense of vertigo as she carried me higher.  My view rose past the gutters.  Then over the top of the house.  Beyond.  I knew I was growing too, might even have been normal sized again, but there was just no way I was keeping up with her, and no way I wanted to, either.  Soon I was so small to her that she could hold me by simply wrapping both giant hands around my waist.

My erection was just barely starting to wane, my refractory period kicking in, when she lowered me to her breast again.  I obeyed her silent order, closed my lips around a tit the size of my fist, and began to suckle.  Milk flowed.  Even more than before.  I drank.  And my strength returned.

The very moment I was fully hard again, she pulled me away from her chest.  Her tit exited my mouth with an audible ‘POP.’  I grasped for it, reaching, trying to get more of her wonderful milk, but she was already lowering me.  Sliding me down her milk-slick abs.  Carefully positioning me between her bulging thighs.  Spreading her legs wider…

As she got me in position against her titanic sex, I happened to look down.  There, at least thirty feet below, were Brianna and Willow.  My girlfriend and my stepsister.  For the barest moment I felt embarrassed, that they’d caught me in such a comprising position.  I worried how much worse this would make things between Brianna and I.

But then I saw that the two girls were holding hands.  And staring up at us not with shock, or anger.  But with wonder.  

I could tell they had both grown from their time together.  Willow’s chest had ballooned past double-D’s, and Brianna’s girl-cock hung flaccid three quarters of the way down her thigh.  They were both quite a bit taller than the ten foot height they'd been the last time I'd seen them.  Even so, they didn’t even come up to mom’s knees anymore.

“I’m glad you’re here, girls.”  Mom’s voice echoed from the surrounding hills as she spoke.  She looked down at the three of us from high, high above.  Just barely able to see us over the tops of breasts the size of minivans.  “I think it’s time we had a family meeting.”

Saturday, August 27, 2022

A Place to Call Home - Pt. 9


CW: NSFW, stepmom sexy things, milk, nurturing, female growth, breast growth, muscle growth, male shrinking, male growth, cock growth, in the top 5 for most unhinged sex scenes I've ever written


Megan - mom - stroked my chest idly with one giant finer as she considered the question.  “John.  I am seven feet, four inches tall.  I weigh six hundred and fifty pounds.  There isn’t an ounce of fat on me, except for two very obvious exceptions.”  

She leaned down a little, letting the weight of her massive breasts fall on my body.  I felt soft, pilant flesh completely surround me from neck to ankles.  So heavy I could hardly move.  

“Do you have any idea how long it took me to grow from a flat-chested, five foot one housewife, into the woman you see before you?” 

“No,” I whimpered, struggling to free myself under the weight of my mom’s boobs.

“Three days.”  

She straightened, and I gasped with relief.  

“I’ve helped Willow grow into a proper young lady.  She was shorter than I was, and now she’s too big to even fit in the house.  Brianna outgrew me in just one session.  I’ve been a giant, muscular amazon for three months now.  But in all that time… I haven’t gained a single inch of height.”  She sighed wistfully.  “I just adore helping those girls get bigger.  As big as they want, as long as they’re happy.  But.  It’s so nice having someone small enough to fit in my lap again.  The fact that it’s you, John?  Even better.  So, yes.  I think you’re right to be worried.  If you drank my milk, well.  I confess I might have trouble wanting you to grow back.”

So it was true.  If I couldn’t find the desire to get back to normal, and mom couldn’t either, that meant I was stuck small.  

Something else about her story was nagging at me.  “You haven’t been able to grow at all?  Have you tried, um… self-induced….”

“Have I tasted my own milk?”  She laughed, and gave me a conspiratorial wink.  “So.  So much of it.  I was drinking it for weeks before Willow ever tried it.  I’m delicious, you know.  And I wasn’t lying when I said it’s quite an aphrodisiac.  Oh, the lovely evenings I’ve had, locked alone in my bedroom.  I’m not quiet about it either.  It’s a wonder no one’s called the police.  But it hasn’t changed my body in the slightest.  Self-love is a wonderful thing but… it has its limits.”

All this talk about her milk, while lying cradled in her arms.  Not even half her size.  The perfect height to be held.  To be fed.  Despite the danger, my stomach rumbled.  

I leaned in closer, pressing my tummy against hers.  Allowing myself to act on instinct.  I ran my tiny hand along the top of her sundress, where it barely covered her left mammary.  I stroked, and the fabric slipped lower as my fingers brushed over it.  “Were you trying to get me to sleep with you earlier?  When I first got home?”  My voice came out dreamy, far away.  

“Yes.”  She stared down at me with an expression of want, and of hunger.  “It’s been so long since I got laid, John.  I’m too big and intimidating for the singles circuit, and anyway I don’t want anyone new in my life.  I was going to feed you.  Grow you bigger.  Get you too turned on to think.  And let you to fuck the daylights out of me.  Then ask you to keep it a secret from your girlfriend.”  She touched my cheek.  Subtly turning my face toward her nipple, still covered by a silky layer of fabric.  “Does that make me a bad person?  A bad… mother?”

Two feminine voices echoed down from upstairs.  My sister, and my girlfriend.  Moaning as one.  Edging toward the first of what sounded like many climaxes.  The question of whether this was wrong felt silly, and very far away.

My hand closed, and deliberately pulled down on mom’s dress.  Exposing more of her soft, creamy skin.  The fabric slipped until it hung supported by nothing more than one giant tit.  One more tug and I would see it.  

“You’ll get smaller.”  It sounded like half warning, half pillow-talk.  “I won’t be able to stop it.  Having you small like this is driving me crazy and… and we shouldn’t, sweetie.”

Sweetie.  The word was like music when she said it.  It made me melt inside, made me want to never leave her lap.  It was a word of power.  Like the word Willow had said, over and over.  Planting itself inside me, controlling my desire….

And suddenly I knew what to do.

I looked earnestly up into her eyes.  “Can you keep calling me that?” I whispered.  “Mom?”

Understanding bloomed in her eyes.  “Yes, sweetie.  No matter what, I’ll never stop.”  

Her giant hand closed over my tiny one.  Together, we pulled down her dress.  And with the slightest flex of her bicep, she pulled me to her breast.

Her nipple was fully hard.  Aching for my lips as badly as I ached to have it in my mouth.  I kissed around her areola for a moment, felt the rough skin bristle and stiffen with my attention.   “Sweetie,” she cooed.  “Please sweetie, don’t make me wait any longer.  I want you so bad, want you to drink.  Please drink mommy’s milk, please sweetie….”

I slipped her enormous nipple into my mouth.  Nibbled lightly with my teeth.  And started to suck.

She growled in approval as her milk practically sprayed down my throat.  A geyser, an eruption.  The pressure of it forcing its way down my throat without the need for me to even swallow.  Her body trembled with the pleasure of release as she held me, and I curled myself to match her contours, wanting to be as close as possible.  She pet my face as I drank, looking down at me proudly.  “That’s it sweetie.  Drink for mommy.  I love you so much sweetie.  Sweetie.  Sweetie.”

I could feel myself starting to change.  There was heat, and a yawning, questing sensation between my thighs.  My cock grew until it pressed against her hip, and mindlessly, I started to thrust.  She let me grind against her, saying our special word over and over.  Then all at once her giant hand turned me, made me lay flat across her lap, so she could wrap her fingers around my hard-on.  Still feeding me as she started to jerk me off.

My body flushed with pleasure, so much of it all at once that I felt like I would explode.  Her milk splattered from my mouth as I moaned, and I lapped the spill greedily from her breast, not wanting to lose a drop.  

Her nipple was getting longer and thicker, forcing its way down my throat.  I was shrinking.  Fast.  Faster than with Willow, faster than with Brianna.  Losing inches as my giantess mommy stroked my cock, and I gulped down her honey-sweet milk as fast as I could.

“It’s okay.  Mommy is here, sweetie.  You can get smaller, and I’ll keep you safe.  Don’t worry about a thing, sweetie.  All you have to do is drink, and let me touch you, and feel good.  Shrink for me, if that’s what you want.  I’ll take care of you no matter what.  That’s it, that’s it sweetie.”

I made myself focus on our word.  Sweetie.  It was different than that other word.  Shrimp.  Sweetie could mean ‘small’ too, though that was just part of it.  It also meant precious.  And loved.  

Love was complicated.  And it could spread.  

I was still drinking her milk, my lips squeezing her gigantic tit, urging more of her into my mouth.  But her nipple was no longer getting bigger, and I was no longer shrinking.  Even my cock had stopped growing, though it was more than half the length of my body now, and so impossibly heavy.  Instead of those changes, I could feel something else happening.  My body filling up.  Brimming with power.


“Yes sweetie?”  She met my gaze, her eyes attentive.  Ready to meet my every need. 

“Can you lay back on the couch please?  I want to fuck you.”

She nodded, already doing as I asked.  Lifting me as if I weighed nothing at all, lowering me between her legs.  “I’ll do it,” she whispered.  “You’re so small.  Just hold still, sweetie.  I’ll do all the work.”

“No,” I said.  “I want to do this for you.  Let me give back this time.  Okay, mom?”

Her eyes widened.  But then she smiled, and that smile lit up her face like a rising sun.  “Of course, sweetie.”

She set me down between her legs, in front of her cavernous sex.  I breathed in the heady scent of her pheromones, and took a moment to appreciate her.  Even this part of her was athletic and toned.  I could see the little muscles of her labia flex in time with her breath, see her clit pulse with anticipation as she watched me.  I’d shrunk so much.  Probably not even a foot and a half tall. I could put my whole arm inside her, and not come close to filling her up.  But I had something bigger than my arm.

With an effort, I hoisted my colossal erection, positioned it at the entrance to her pussy.  She groaned, and made a frantic little come-on gesture with her hand.  “God sweetie, I want this so bad.  Hurry, I need you.  Please… please…!”

I took a deep breath, and pressed forward for all I was worth.  The crown of my penis pressed against her slit, and she moaned.  But then I felt myself pushed away.  She was just too tight, my dick too heavy for me to move.  

She reached out to help me, but I held up a hand.  I wanted to do this for her.  Mom looked uncertain, but then lay back, spreading wider.  

I repositioned my legs, got some leverage.  I sank my little hands into her washboard abs, getting a grip.  The grooves and crevices fit perfectly around my fingers.  I’d been rock-climbing once, and her chiseled six pack was as firm a handhold as any I’d used.

When I thrust this time, I did it with every muscle in my body.  My thighs, my arms, my hips and core.  I felt wetness beginning to spread down my penis, her essence making me slick.  The first millimeter slipped inside her, and hot nectar poured down my thighs.

“Sweetie.  Sweetie.  Oh my God.  Oh my GOD!”

Milk began to leak from her breasts, dribbling down her massive mammaries in thin little rivulets.  Her hands flailed, her eyes squeezed shut.  I was shaking with the effort.  She was so impossibly tight.  I could feel every little muscle massaging me all the way down as I entered her.  

Half-way inside, I got my feet under me.  Took several deep, steadying breaths.  And braced for the final push.  Her moan rose higher, and higher.  Until at last I got myself all the way in.

I tried to pull out again, wanting to get a rhythm going, but I could only manage a couple inches.  Even that small movement was enough to make her gasp, and for tiny squirts of milk to spray from her tits.  I went with it.  Rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet.  

Her moans got louder, and louder.  

“Sweetie.  Sweetie.”  She panted.  Saying it again, and again.  The sound building in tone, toward a crescendo.  I felt my own release approaching a point of no return.  I tried to fight it, wanting to get her off first.  Her clit was there.  As big as a cherry, and ripe for the plucking.  I wrapped a hand around the little bundle of nerves, massaged, and she started to buck wildly beneath me.   

“Sweetie!  Fuck.  I’m going to, going to…!”

I cried out in ecstasy as I came, but the sound was lost beneath her howls of pleasure.  Milk spurted crazily in all directions.  Soaking me, soaking the couch.  My monstrous cock throbbed inside her, filling her up with what felt like gallons of cum, until it leaked out around hips, pouring down my thighs.

I braced myself for what came next.  If I was going to shrink, so be it.  As long as my size went to her.  I’d give every last inch to this woman, who loved me so deeply.

My mother began to grow.  Lolling her head back, drinking in the sensation.  She smiled from ear to ear.  At last getting the size she wanted, and deserved.  I watched it happen.  Feeling accomplished.  And proud.

And suddenly I realized, I wasn’t getting any smaller.  I was growing!  Not nearly as fast, or as dramatically.  Nor was I getting any additional effects as far as I could tell.  Mom’s breasts were billowing and swelling, her already tremendous biceps and shoulders growing harder than rock.  None of that was happening to me.  I was merely keeping pace.  Fulfilling our mutual wish for her to grow.  Yet staying big enough that I could still be her sweetie.  Still be with her.

The couch groaned beneath us, then all at once shattered into splinters.  And still mom’s body stretched out along the floor.  Her legs knocking over furniture, her back pressing against walls.  Until she almost filled the room.  All the while, she never took her eyes off me.

We lay together as it finally stopped.  Dust fell from the ceiling.  The house creaked dangerously with each breath she took, but otherwise everything was silent.  Even the two women upstairs had apparently stopped to listen.

The fifteen foot giantess smiled gratefully at me.  Took me from between her thighs.  And spent a long, long time kissing me.  Very, very thoroughly.  When at last she finished, I was dazed and disoriented, and completely covered in her saliva.

“I could use a little fresh air, after all that couldn’t you?”  She winked, and set me down on the floor.  “Let’s go outside.”

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

A Place to Call Home - Pt. 8

CW: NSFW, humiliation, physical restraint, overt cheating, mommy-doming, lady with a dick for the first half


Brianna stalked forward, drywall dust falling in her hair as her back scraped the ceiling.  Her new cock bobbed angrily with each step, pointing toward me like a dowsing rod.  “Hold him down,” she snarled.  “Pin his arms.”  

My stepsister obeyed, pressing my wrists against the back of the couch, hardly needing any strength at all.  “You’re in for it now, Shrimp.”

My giantess girlfriend - if she even was my girlfriend anymore - loomed over me.  She watched me struggle against my stepsister with a look of savage glee.

“Brianna,” I whimpered.  “I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to cheat with Willow.  We didn’t even sleep together, she just gave me a handjob, I….”

Brianna pivoted her hip, and I felt something firm and wet smack against my cheek.  Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to stun me to silence.  

She’d just slapped me with her cock.  

Grinning with satisfaction, the giantess grabbed my shirt at the collar, and effortlessly tore the garment from me.  Beneath her enormous fingers, it came away like tissue paper.   

The giantess bent, leaned in, and put her own gigantic erection side-to-side with mine.  The head of it pressed on the crease of my hip, as my own cock rest against the top of her leg.  

I was so stunned, it took me a few seconds to realize what she was doing.  She was comparing.  


I shook with terror, ashamed at how much this was turning me on.

She took her time, carefully lining us up together, her thickness gliding against mine.  I bit my lip as her cock brushed along my length, a shiver of pleasure running through my body.  I wanted to moan, but was too frightened of what the two ten foot giantesses would do if I seemed to be enjoying this.  The tip of her penis pressed to the base of my shaft, and I felt her wetness begin to spread down my balls.  It was close, very close.  We were only off by half an inch, but….

“Mine’s bigger.”  She stood slowly, letting her shadow fall on me.  Her eyes burned with triumph.  “Mine’s bigger!”  

Megan gave a patient nod.  “Good for you, dear.”  

Brinna grinned.  She reached down, and gave me a demeaning little pat on the head.  “Poor little Shrimp.  Right back where you started, huh?  You’ve always been too small for me, and now even your new cock is outclassed.”  Her gaze lifted.  “But speaking of size.  I know someone who’d be a perfect fit for me.”

“Wha.  Me?” Willow sounded taken aback.  “Um, wow.  That’s… very flattering.  I’m not usually into girls though?”

“‘Usually’ being the operative word?”

“Um… m-maybe.”

“There aren’t many girls who are hung like me, Willow.”

My stepsister laughed nervously.  “Um.  T-that’s true.”

Brianna stood, and the house shook as she moved to join Willow.  She put her enormous arm around her shoulder.  The two were almost exactly the same size.  “You know what it feels like.  When you drink your mom’s milk.  How you get so fucking horny you can hardly see straight.  What do you usually do, after she feeds you?”

“Run upstairs so I can touch myself.”  Willow’s voice was very small.  She almost sounded shy.

“Well.  Don’t you ever want company when you do that?”  Brianna had her arm around Willow’s waist now.  Stroking along the curve of her hip.  “I bet you haven’t been touched that way since you started to grow.  Wouldn’t that be nice?  To have someone who’s big enough to satisfy you?  Someone who knows how to touch a lady like you?”

Willow nodded emphatically, saying nothing.

“Good.  Well I’d very much like a partner myself just now.  Someone who can measure up.  And since you already seduced John, it seems only right that I should get to fuck you for everything you’re worth.  Call it, balancing the equation.”

My stepsister turned until she was chest to chest with Brianna.  Her arms wrapping around her midsection.  “Okay,” she whispered.  Her hand started to drift lower….

“Not here, girls.  I just had new carpet put in.”  Megan was still seated comfortably in her arm chair.  She looked relaxed, but there was no doubt she’d just used her Mom Voice.

Brianna froze at once, her lips an inch from Willow’s.  “Fine.  But we’re going to take the Shrimp with us.  He’s going to sit in the corner and think about what he’s done.”

“No.”  The word came out flat, and did not invite argument.  “He’s going to stay here with me, so we can have a little chat.”  My stepmom made a dismissive gesture toward the stairs.  “Go on girls.  Have fun.  Try not to break the bed.”

The two giant women hesitated, looking at each other uncertainly.  But then Willow took Brianna’s enormous hand.  Nervous, but grinning from ear to ear, she tugged her toward her bedroom.  “Come on.”

The ten foot women smiled happily at each other, forgetting all about me as they crawled up the stairs on hands and knees, one after the other.

Megan came to stand at the foot of the couch.  She utterly towered over me - not as big as Brianna, but somehow even more intimidating.  Especially as I sat tiny and naked on her couch, my dick still fully hard and impossible to hide.  She hadn’t entirely put her dress back on, and the fabric around her right breast was so loose it could fall off at any moment.

“May I sit down?”

I nodded meekly.

She sat.  Close enough that I could feel the heat of her body, see every crevice and sinew of her thighs.

For a very long time, neither of us said anything.  After a while I realized she was waiting me out, forcing me to be the one to speak first.

“Do you think Brianna will ever stop hating me?” I whispered.  Upstairs, we could hear the floor creaking.  Moans beginning, soft and low.

“Of course she will!  She’s mad, don’t get me wrong.  But my milk wouldn’t have worked on her if she didn’t love me, and she only loves me by proxy.  Through you.”

I considered this.  “But she didn’t have to be so mean.  I said I was sorry.  And Willow’s the one who forced herself on me.  It’s not fair.”

Megan laughed, and put a giant hand on my shoulder.  “Can you explain that?”  She pointed toward my still-hard mega cock.  

I winced, trying hopelessly to cover it with my hands.  “I-I don’t know!  It started to grow when I ate the cookies, and then…”

“Not that.  I know why it grew.  Any young man would want to have a bigger penis.  Especially with a girl like Brianna.”  She pulled me gently against her body, until my hip pressed against hers.  I could’ve resisted if I wanted.  I didn’t.  “I meant to ask, why did your penis get hard when she was being mean to you?  And why is it still hard?”

Upstairs, Willow giggled.  Something heavy fell.

My throat felt very dry.  “When Willow… when she, um.  Touched me….”

“When she gave you a handjob.  That was when you first got smaller, right sweetie?  And she grew?”

My cheeks felt like they were on fire.  This was so humiliating to admit to my stepmom.  “She was already big, and I guess I liked it.  And… when she touched me, she started to say this word.”


My dick gave the tiniest little throb.

“She said it over and over, and I liked how big she was.  And I… I….”

“Oh sweetie.”  Megan hugged me tighter.  Her sculpted arm pressed into my cheek, and my face plushed against the side of her titanic breast.  “I’m so proud of you!”

“Proud?”  My voice was muffled against her pillowy flesh.  “Why proud?”

“Because you learned something about yourself today.  You have a kink!  Two kinks actually.  You like bigger women.  And you like being humiliated.”

“I do not!”  I huffed, pushing myself away from her.  “This is just some trick Willow played on me!”

“Oh John, you really are oblivious aren’t you?  Poor boy.”  Megan sighed.  She took a deep breath.  When she looked at me again, she was suddenly a different person.  She scowled dangerously, eyes narrowing.  

“Stop that pathetic whining this instant, little man, before I show you just how much of a shrimp you really are.  I was going to be nice to you, but I see that’s a lost cause.  So mommy’s going to do things the hard way with you.  Now get up on my lap so I can give you the punishment you properly deserve.”

Before I even knew what was happening, I was crawling into her lap.  My body obeying her words and tone even before I consciously understood them.

Megan laughed.  She laughed so hard, she wiped tears from her eyes.  “Sorry, I’m sorry sweetie!  I couldn’t resist.  It’s been so long since I’ve used my Mommy Dom voice.  But do you see what I mean?”  She pulled me the rest of the way up into her lap, cradling me, and squeezed me against her chest.  At my size, each breast might as well have been as big as a beach ball.  And much, much heavier too.

I felt terribly small, and terribly embarrassed… but I didn’t hate either of those feelings.  

She held me.  And I let her.  Relaxing in her arms.  It was strange.  But with her so much bigger, and after everything I’d been through… it just felt good to have someone so powerful, comforting me this way.

There was still an incredibly important question.  It took me several minutes to work up the courage to begin.  “Um, can I ask you something Megan?”

“Only if you call me, ‘mom.’”

And this felt like the hardest thing yet.  I stared up at her, as she held me completely enveloped in her strong arms.  Her expression was calm, affectionate.  But I could see how much it would mean to her if I could do this.

“Mom,” I said.  Trying out the feel of it in my mouth.  I said it again, a little more surely.  “Mom.”

She looked so happy she could burst.  “Yes, sweetie?”

“Do you think you can help me get back to normal size?  I don’t want to stay a Shrimp.”

“Of course I can!  You saw how much Brianna grew, didn’t you?  Well.  There’s plenty more where that came from. In no time at all, I could have you towering over me.  Maybe even bigger than Willow.”  She gave her mammary a sensual little rub, and smirked down at me.  “So how about it?  Is mommy’s little man feeling thirsty?”

My body practically vibrated with need, my breath coming out in shuddering little gasps.  

But I shook my head.  “Being small makes me so hot,” I whimpered.  “If I drink your milk… and I keep thinking about how good it feels, how much I like… that word Willow said to me.  Won’t it just make me even smaller?”

Monday, August 22, 2022

A Place to Call Home - Pt. 7

CW: NSFW, milk, more intense humiliation, female growth, girl growing a cock.  If this last one bothers you, I suggest you skip the end of this chapter, and the first half of the next



Megan gave my girlfriend a coy smile.  “Alright dear.  Why don’t you tell us what you have in mind?”

“Gladly.  First let me ask you a question.  Do you love me?”

My stepmom coughed.  “Beg pardon?”

“You told us love is a complicated emotion,” Brianna said.  “So I believe I can say, in all honesty, that I love you Megan.  I’ve seen you try to be a good mother to John.  Seen you show him affection and compassion, beyond what he deserved, no matter how many times he rejected you.  Even when his dad was still alive, you filled a hole in his family.  Though he was too dense to notice it.”

I tucked my knees up to my chin, suddenly feeling very small and alone as I sat on the couch.  

“So,” Brianna went on.  “Even if we aren’t family.  I love you for that.”

Megan stood, wordlessly.  Extended her arms.  And pulled my girlfriend into a gigantic bear hug.  The two enormous women fit together strangely, given their extreme dimensions.  But they made it work.  

“I think I love you too,” my stepmom said, as she held the smaller woman close.  “I know you aren’t a part of my family, but I’ve always wondered if that would change someday.  I’m sorry if John takes you for granted.  He’s a good boy.  Just a little oblivious sometimes.  I’ve seen you care for him, in ways I always wished I could.”

Brianna laughed.  “Interesting choice of words.  Be honest.  Were you trying to seduce him earlier?”

Megan said nothing.  She blushed.

“I’m not mad.  We have the kind of relationship where we sleep around.  Apparently.”  My girlfriend gave a disdainful sniff.  “Step-relations included.”

“Oh!”  My stepmom shot a glance at Willow.  “Ohhh.”

Willow rolled her eyes.  “Yeah well.  I kind of got off on being bigger than him.  And you should’ve seen the way he was looking at me!”

“We’ll talk about this later, young lady.”  

“So!” Brianna interrupted.  “Getting back to science.  You said it was your milk that made Willow grow.  Tell me, exactly, how that works.”

“Oh my.”  Megan covered her face, giggling nervously.  “You’re going to make me say it?”

“It was an accident the first time!”  Even Willow sounded embarrassed.

“How do you ‘accidentally’ drink someone’s breast milk?” I asked quietly.

“She left a glass of it in the kitchen!”

Megan sighed.  “I still don’t know why you decided to drink out of an untended glass.”

“You left it next to a plate of cookies!”

“I get horny when I’m baking.  I didn’t want to run all the way upstairs to get my pump.  Anyway, it was warm!  That didn’t give you a clue?”

Brianna stepped between them.  “But ever since that first time?”

The argument ceased at once.  

“It’s just… more intimate to drink it directly,” Willow said in a small voice.  “And fun.”

Megan smiled dreamily.  “Plus it feels really, really good.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”  Brianna reached up, and put her hands on my stepmom’s shoulders.  Her voice dipped seductively.  “Then.  I would like to drink you.  Mom.”

The muscular woman looked shocked.  “I… um.  Wow.”  She giggled, then shrugged.  “Okay.”

“Brianna,” I whined.  You can’t be serious.  Don’t do this.  She’s my stepmom.  Plus it might shrink you, or….”  

“Shut up, little man.”  She didn’t even bother looking at me.  “I’m testing something.  If I’m right, we might be able to get you back to normal size.  And I might even find a way to forgive you for cheating on me.”

I curled up into a ball.  “At least go someplace private!”

“Nope.  That’s part of your punishment.  Don’t interrupt me again or you’ll regret it.”  Brianna  turned her back on me, addressing the two larger women.  “Alright, here’s my theory.  Megan grew, got stronger, and curvier, because she wanted to be a good mom.  I’d say she has the ideal body for that. Even I  want to call her mommy, and we aren’t even related.”

Megan smiled.  “Why thank you dear.  And may I say, it gave me a little shiver when you said that word.”

Brianna shot her a wink.  “Your milk made Willow grow, because that’s what you wanted for her.  No offense, but she was, um, rather petite the last time I saw her.”

“John wasn’t wrong when he called me a shrimp,” Willow admitted.  “But why did I only get bigger, and not strong and curvy like mom did?”

“Because I wanted you to have to work for it, dear.”  My stepmom paused.  “And, if I’m being honest, I still wanted to be sexier than you.”


Megan ignored her.  “Then you and Willow got more beautiful… because John wanted that for you.”

“He wasn’t the only one who wanted that,” Brianna said.  “I was always jealous of those magazine girls he has pinned on his wall.  So maybe that’s part of it.”  She finally turned to look at me.  Her eyes locked onto mine, her expression frigid.  “And John got smaller, because on some level, he likes being a scrawny, little shrimp.”

I tried to sink into the couch cushions, wanting to do anything to hide from Brianna’s accusing gaze.  It was awful.  Because deep down, I knew she was right.  Seeing these women tower over me.  Hearing Willow saying that word, over and over in my head.  Shrimp.  Shrimp.  Even thinking about it now, I could feel my arousal starting to stir.

Brianna continued to stare at me for fully ten seconds, making me drink in my own shame.  At last, she turned away.  “So here’s the plan.  Are you ready for a milking right now, mom?”

Megan grinned, already unhinging her bra.  “Keep calling me that and there’s no telling how much milk you’ll get.”

“Then.  What I want you to do.  Is think really, really hard about that love you feel for me.  And about how much you want my theory to be right.  How much you want me to prove that intention is what drives these changes.  I’ll do the rest.”

My stepmom nodded.  She sat back in her easy chair, and patted her lap.  “Come here, sweetie.  I’ll take good care of you.”

“I’ll be in my room,” I said.  “Let me know when you’re done with all this.”

The house shook, and suddenly Willow was there.  Kneeling behind the couch, pinning me down with nothing but the tips of two gigantic fingers.  “Uh-uh little bro.  Brianna said watching this was part of your punishment.  You’re not going anywhere.”

“What about you?” I shrilled.  “You’re the one who seduced me in the first place!”

“I’m sorry, all I hear is, ‘Squeak Squeak, I’m a horny little mouse boy, please make me smaller, I sure hope my big sister doesn’t sneak in my room tonight and jack me off.  I’d shrink again, which I hate….’”

“Hush dear, you’re distracting mommy.”  Megan slipped one sinewy arm out of the strap of her dress, and reached around to unhinge her bra.  The breast that tumbled into view was the size of a small watermelon.  The first few inches, closest to her sternum, had a perky elasticity to them, supported by her well-toned pectoral muscles.  Further away the pillowy flesh surrendered to gravity, giving way to a tapered, tear-drop shape.  Her nipple was a deep magenta, the color of an overripe strawberry, and it had to be as big as her thumb.  It was already erect, and looked like it would squirt milk at the slightest touch.

Brianna sat in my stepmom’s lap, suddenly a little shy.  She leaned in, and very gently kissed the larger woman.  Almost as if she was asking for permission for what came next.  Megan smiled, and rest her hand on the back of my girlfriend’s head.  Easing her down.  

I did my absolute best not to get hard.  But it was a losing battle.  Especially with my titaness stepsister looming over my shoulder, breathing hot on my neck.  My shirt began to tent slowly.  Fully hard, it was going to be a third the length of my entire body.  Impossible to hide.

My girlfriend gave Megan one last timid look.  Then took a deep breath, and closed her mouth over the gigantic nipple.  At once, both women moaned.  My stepmom tenderly cradled her in place, as Brianna began to suckle.  Her throat worked, as she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.

The changes happened almost immediately.  Brianna’s trench coat grew tighter around her shoulders, falling open as her body expanded beneath.  She bent further, and further as she grew, trying to keep her mouth locked over my stepmom’s nipple.  Megan’s brow furrowed in pleasure, a silent ‘o’ of ecstasy painted across her full lips.  She helped my girlfriend strip down before the coat ripped to shreds around her, then eased the growing woman down to the floor, making her kneel in front of her.  

My stepmom hugged her close, both arms wrapped around her head.  Moaning, arching her back in time with her motions.  Brianna’s giant hands dug savagely into the armrests of the chair.  She matched Megan’s size in a matter of seconds, and only continued to grow bigger with each little suck.  

Behind me, Willow leaned down.  “See that?  Your girlfriend is out of your league now.  She’s never going to want anything to do with a little thing like you.  But I bet that’s turning you on, isn’t it?  Knowing how pathetic you are to her now.  Well don’t hold back on us, Shrimp.  Let’s share with the class.”  

I whimpered helplessly, as my giantess stepsister lifted my shirt.  Cool air touched my shaft, and my phallus twitched and swelled.  In a moment it reached its full, thirteen inch length.  

Megan’s eyes flicked toward me for a moment, widening slightly.  My girlfriend, it seemed, couldn’t have cared less.

Brianna kept growing, moaning with each little gulp of milk.  Her voice grew deeper, stronger, more tinged with need.  Until at long, long last, she pulled her head away from Megan’s tit.  Milk dripped freely down her face, and over her chin.  She blinked, disoriented.  Then she threw back her head, and let out a howl of desire.

“Oh, I should have mentioned,” Megan said, breathlessly.  “Growing from my love tends to be… kind of an aphrodisiac.”

“That’s fine by me,” the giant woman rumbled.  She wiped her mouth, and turned to glare at me over her shoulder.  Brianna was too tall to stand in the living room, but she did so anyway.  Bending low, her back and shoulders pressed hard against the ceiling.  Then she turned toward me, and I gasped.  

Between her legs, where the jewel of her clit had been, was a gigantic, gorgeous cock.  It bobbed in time with the beat of her heart, almost glistening in the low afternoon light.

She looked down at herself, and gave a nod of satisfaction.  “Good.  It worked.”  Her voice sounded powerful - bassy and deep.  “I think we can consider the experiment a success.  Thanks for your help, mom.”

“Any time, dear.”  Megan lay back in her chair, looking exhausted but pleased.

“Brianna,” I squeaked.  “You grew that on purpose?  Why?”

She gazed down at me like I was nothing more than an ant beneath her feet.  She huffed, her cock giving several needy little throbs.  An absurd amount of precum dribbled freely from the tip, dripping onto the carpet below.

“God damn.  I’ve never been this horny in my entire fucking life.  And I know exactly what I want to do first.”  

The house shaking beneath her, Brianna began to advance toward me.