Billy pushed up on the heavy fabric that had smothered him. The air was heavy with a scent he could only identify as sweat and…and something else. There was also a vague hint of some kind of flower or perfume but it was also….Billy pushed the thought out of his mind as he tried working his way out from under the canopy. At his size it was surprisingly heavy…what was probably just a pair of cotton panties was like a full on camping tent…or maybe a theater curtain…those were heavy right? It didn’t help that Billy had trouble breathing. That last fall, when he had gone flying off his mom’s foot had really knocked the wind out of him. He still couldn’t get a solid breath into his lungs and each breath he did take hurt and made him cough on the exhale…and then there was the smell…
Billy made himself move. When pushing up on the heavy cloth did no good he settled for trying to crawl pushing up with his hands while he inchwormed his way along. There was no way to tell which way he was going. The cloth blocked out most of the light and fell completely around him obscuring any sense were anything was. He couldn’t see the giant truck sized feet that he knew were on either side of him or the massive toilet that had towered over him like a building just moments ago…
CURPLUNK!, CURPLUNK!
Way up over him Billy heard something like rocks falling into a pond only it was a lot BIGGER. He stopped as his brain caught up to the situation. Shit. Billy kept moving and did his best to ignore the deep guttural grunt that came from way, way, way above him. Followed by what sounded like a fire house going off and splashing into a pool…
Billy kept squirming his way long when he finally felt his arm punch through something. Light spilled and Billy realized he was out. Yes, he had made it. Billy had to close his eyes momentarily blinded by looking straight up at the light that was shinning way over head like a mini sun. Billy’s leg mad one more push and he felt himself hit up against something.
Blinking Billy rolled around and opened his eyes…he was up against the giant slipper. Just like the one, or maybe the same one, he had rode in on. Billy followed the slipper up and along the giant bare calf, up and up and up until he was looking at the beginning of giant knees bending off out of sight. At that moment the giant pillars that where his mom’s legs visibly tightened, muscle visibly beneath the skin; the sound of the fire house went out and there was a AAAHHHH! Form beyond the edge that Billy couldn’t see. Billy was still looking up when the massive titan lurched forward and he saw the top of his mom’s head come over as if looking over the edge. Instinctively Billy tried to scrabble or move but his lower half was still beneath the panties.
Billy didn’t pay any attention as the giant woman gracelessly reached over and pulled some tissue paper from a role and reached behind herself. Billy had just gotten one leg over the lip of the cloth and thought he was out. His brain again had an odd epiphany…wait a second. If I’m out form under the panties then what am I crawling over? The thought was short lived.
Patricia stood up her, her night gown…more like night shirt falling down to just under her hips. Absentmindedly she reached down and pulled her panties up releasing the warn elastic pant just past her upper tight.
Billy realized that he had partially crawled up between one of the leg holes in his mom’s underwear when he was yanked up into the air. The surprising vertical force was so strong that Billy fell partially out of the whole. He leg, curled up over the lip of the cloth for that single second that was needed to prevent Billy from plummeting what to him was more than 40 feet to a sold unforgiving surface. By the time Billy’s leg would have fallowed him out of the panty however it was too late. The massive thighs went up and filled the holes pinning Billy’s leg against the warm flesh. Billy didn’t process this before he was mashed between two powerful, muscular masses.
BAMB SQUISH BOING, BAMB SQUISH BOING…Billy bounced against the inner thigh but was immediately mushed against it by the other and then rubbed off to have it happen again and again. The boy was suspended between his mothers’ legs and was repeatedly pressed between her matronly thighs while his leg was pinned in place beneath her sex.
Patricia walked to the sink to wash her hands. She then walked to the closet to get her robe. Something felt wrong, like her underwear was chaffing her or something. Stopping she reached down under her night shirt and scratched at the itch.
Billy has just been smothered again by the heavy, meaty leg when he was suddenly dangling free. From his upside down position he saw light come in from under or in his case over the curtain that was ahead of him and a giant hand with long red nails came towards him. Billy for one moment hoped he was found but that hope turned to fear as he realized he could be killed by that same hand. He tried to struggled but the giantess took no notice. The giant, monster appendages curled up and dug into the cloth canopy that was over him. Billy felt his leg wrench left and right and he heard and felt his knee POP. The hand then withdrew and the lights dimmed. Billy wimped just when the lurching started and he was MASHED gain and again.
As Patricia walked she noticed the feeling hadn't gone away...it had actually turned from an itch to a tickle...a not unpleasant feeling to wake up too. Ever so slightly she pressed her thighs together to see if she could extend that feeling just a bit before walking on.
Billy made himself move. When pushing up on the heavy cloth did no good he settled for trying to crawl pushing up with his hands while he inchwormed his way along. There was no way to tell which way he was going. The cloth blocked out most of the light and fell completely around him obscuring any sense were anything was. He couldn’t see the giant truck sized feet that he knew were on either side of him or the massive toilet that had towered over him like a building just moments ago…
CURPLUNK!, CURPLUNK!
Way up over him Billy heard something like rocks falling into a pond only it was a lot BIGGER. He stopped as his brain caught up to the situation. Shit. Billy kept moving and did his best to ignore the deep guttural grunt that came from way, way, way above him. Followed by what sounded like a fire house going off and splashing into a pool…
Billy kept squirming his way long when he finally felt his arm punch through something. Light spilled and Billy realized he was out. Yes, he had made it. Billy had to close his eyes momentarily blinded by looking straight up at the light that was shinning way over head like a mini sun. Billy’s leg mad one more push and he felt himself hit up against something.
Blinking Billy rolled around and opened his eyes…he was up against the giant slipper. Just like the one, or maybe the same one, he had rode in on. Billy followed the slipper up and along the giant bare calf, up and up and up until he was looking at the beginning of giant knees bending off out of sight. At that moment the giant pillars that where his mom’s legs visibly tightened, muscle visibly beneath the skin; the sound of the fire house went out and there was a AAAHHHH! Form beyond the edge that Billy couldn’t see. Billy was still looking up when the massive titan lurched forward and he saw the top of his mom’s head come over as if looking over the edge. Instinctively Billy tried to scrabble or move but his lower half was still beneath the panties.
Billy didn’t pay any attention as the giant woman gracelessly reached over and pulled some tissue paper from a role and reached behind herself. Billy had just gotten one leg over the lip of the cloth and thought he was out. His brain again had an odd epiphany…wait a second. If I’m out form under the panties then what am I crawling over? The thought was short lived.
Patricia stood up her, her night gown…more like night shirt falling down to just under her hips. Absentmindedly she reached down and pulled her panties up releasing the warn elastic pant just past her upper tight.
Billy realized that he had partially crawled up between one of the leg holes in his mom’s underwear when he was yanked up into the air. The surprising vertical force was so strong that Billy fell partially out of the whole. He leg, curled up over the lip of the cloth for that single second that was needed to prevent Billy from plummeting what to him was more than 40 feet to a sold unforgiving surface. By the time Billy’s leg would have fallowed him out of the panty however it was too late. The massive thighs went up and filled the holes pinning Billy’s leg against the warm flesh. Billy didn’t process this before he was mashed between two powerful, muscular masses.
BAMB SQUISH BOING, BAMB SQUISH BOING…Billy bounced against the inner thigh but was immediately mushed against it by the other and then rubbed off to have it happen again and again. The boy was suspended between his mothers’ legs and was repeatedly pressed between her matronly thighs while his leg was pinned in place beneath her sex.
Patricia walked to the sink to wash her hands. She then walked to the closet to get her robe. Something felt wrong, like her underwear was chaffing her or something. Stopping she reached down under her night shirt and scratched at the itch.
Billy has just been smothered again by the heavy, meaty leg when he was suddenly dangling free. From his upside down position he saw light come in from under or in his case over the curtain that was ahead of him and a giant hand with long red nails came towards him. Billy for one moment hoped he was found but that hope turned to fear as he realized he could be killed by that same hand. He tried to struggled but the giantess took no notice. The giant, monster appendages curled up and dug into the cloth canopy that was over him. Billy felt his leg wrench left and right and he heard and felt his knee POP. The hand then withdrew and the lights dimmed. Billy wimped just when the lurching started and he was MASHED gain and again.
As Patricia walked she noticed the feeling hadn't gone away...it had actually turned from an itch to a tickle...a not unpleasant feeling to wake up too. Ever so slightly she pressed her thighs together to see if she could extend that feeling just a bit before walking on.
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June 10, 2023
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