Take Your Son To Work Day
Billy sputtered in the soapy darkness as the heavy cloth dragged him through the rapids. He felt his lungs starting to burn as he struggled to take in any air, but he was losing the will to go on. The shrunken boy was sure he was about to be sucked down the bathtub drain and lost forever when suddenly everything lurched--!!
Patricia reached down and grabbed her dropped washcloth without a care in the world.
Billy let out a terrified shriek as the world spun past him at speeds incomprehensible. Splayed out and caught within the sopping cloth, this was the first time he got a true look at his now giant and very naked mother. Wreathed in billowing clouds of steam, she loomed ahead like something in a monster movie as meteor-sized drops of water crashed all around him.
“HMMM HMMM HMMM”
The older woman hummed a jaunty tune as she brought the washcloth between her sudsy breasts, silencing the minute wails of the passenger within. After a good scrubbing, she moved over to her left armpit.
Billy's voice was long gone from screaming, now reduced to a hoarse rasp. He cried as the liquid soap stung his eyes like daggers and did his best to hold on to the cloth as it dragged him across the coarse surface of the woman's pit. Stale funk cut through the soapy smell as he choked.
“HMMM HMMM HMMM”
After cleaning out her underarms Patricia moved on down below to her privates, never dreaming of the psychological torture she was putting her son through.
By the time she had brought him between her buttcheeks, Billy was barely holding on to the cloth and his sanity. He no longer cared about living when his face was jammed and scrubbed against the tight valve of his mother's giant anus and was almost thankful for passing out when a wave of water dribbled between the mountainous cheeks and waterboarded him...
* * *
The rest of the morning went smoothly. Patricia got dressed in her blouse, skirt and pumps. She had breakfast with the kids, took out the trash and dropped Erica off at daycare. The only thing she thought was odd was that Billy had left for school early, but she didn't have time to worry about that.
As she pulled into the bank's parking lot and got out of the car, Patricia felt something, like a sliver of moisture slide down her behind, which she wrote off as some leftover water from her shower. In actuality it was the limp and unconscious body of her missing son, who had fallen from the crushing vice between her butt and into the canopy of her panties. She had no clue of his predicament as she pushed through the front doors of the bank, ready for a day of work.
Patricia reached down and grabbed her dropped washcloth without a care in the world.
Billy let out a terrified shriek as the world spun past him at speeds incomprehensible. Splayed out and caught within the sopping cloth, this was the first time he got a true look at his now giant and very naked mother. Wreathed in billowing clouds of steam, she loomed ahead like something in a monster movie as meteor-sized drops of water crashed all around him.
“HMMM HMMM HMMM”
The older woman hummed a jaunty tune as she brought the washcloth between her sudsy breasts, silencing the minute wails of the passenger within. After a good scrubbing, she moved over to her left armpit.
Billy's voice was long gone from screaming, now reduced to a hoarse rasp. He cried as the liquid soap stung his eyes like daggers and did his best to hold on to the cloth as it dragged him across the coarse surface of the woman's pit. Stale funk cut through the soapy smell as he choked.
“HMMM HMMM HMMM”
After cleaning out her underarms Patricia moved on down below to her privates, never dreaming of the psychological torture she was putting her son through.
By the time she had brought him between her buttcheeks, Billy was barely holding on to the cloth and his sanity. He no longer cared about living when his face was jammed and scrubbed against the tight valve of his mother's giant anus and was almost thankful for passing out when a wave of water dribbled between the mountainous cheeks and waterboarded him...
* * *
The rest of the morning went smoothly. Patricia got dressed in her blouse, skirt and pumps. She had breakfast with the kids, took out the trash and dropped Erica off at daycare. The only thing she thought was odd was that Billy had left for school early, but she didn't have time to worry about that.
As she pulled into the bank's parking lot and got out of the car, Patricia felt something, like a sliver of moisture slide down her behind, which she wrote off as some leftover water from her shower. In actuality it was the limp and unconscious body of her missing son, who had fallen from the crushing vice between her butt and into the canopy of her panties. She had no clue of his predicament as she pushed through the front doors of the bank, ready for a day of work.
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June 10, 2023
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