Big Titty Goth Mom Giantess/Shrinking & Boob/Breast/Tits Crushing/Smothering chapter 4 by Jackibs

The white color of the ceiling, plus distant sound of a huge object cutting into another and a piece of wood, you knew she was making breakfast. For which one of you, you weren't sure. With every cut to the food, her boobs jiggled a bit. For you, that meant two pale, building-sized marshmallows kept smashing into you.

Just when you started to get used to your predicament and you finally get some good sleep, this happens.

It began sometime in your senior high school days. A rare shrinking virus outbreak that you used to read in some giantess stories has repediately hit the headlines for a while. You didn't expect to catch it yourself. Everything went as it usually did, then one morning you woke up to see your bed grow to the size of a football field, your room the size of a city block. Long story short, where you were discovered is the place you would later spend much of your days in.

This was all a few years ago. Since then you got over the initial shock, got through all five stages of grief, you got some good accomodations for your new size, and more or less got used to the fact that, without a normal life or future of any sort, you are at the mercy and care of the one gave birth to you. Most importantly, you live.

You never had a significant other. Your lack of intimacy in life eventually made you find a different outlet for your urges. You resisted at first, but over time this bothered you less and less, but the feeling of embarrassment never went away completely. Even now, just beneath you, you see a bit semen right after the soft beating you got from her boobs. For the most part, for better or worse, your mother is the only woman in your life now.

You are butt naked. Even though you asked several times to have some tiny clothes made for you, your mom refused, saying that it is already hot between her boobs, and any clothes would only make it worse. Not to mention they too would get drenched in sweat very quickly. Yet she still insists on carrying you in there, your whole flesh rubbing against hers.

It's just the two of you living together. With your sister moving out recently, your mom has got a lot more things to do. She always was a helicopter parent and this is especially true now. She is far too worried for you to ever let you out of (relative) sight or leave you alone with anyone. Whenever her day started, depending on her mood, she would put you somewhere on her boobs, today it's her cleavage. She would often wear tight bras to make sure you stay where you are.

A giant pair of fingers lifted you up from your soft, soaked bed. She pinched you by your waist, and lifted you up to her face. She is 42 years old, has green eyes and shoulder length black straight hair. She looks wonderful for her age, her face has only a few lines and wrinkles that maybe only you can see. She has a small, thin ring piercing on her left nostril and a tiny silver skull on each of her earlobes which are about as big as you are. Looking down, all you could make out from your huge, milk white living space that is your mother's breasts was a black bra and a low-cut black t-shirt covered by a light gray apron.

"Did you sleep well, dear?" Your mom asked. You nodded your tiny head, which she could barely make out. You were much smaller than even her fingernail. She then brought you to her lips, giving you a big, big kiss. She held you to her lips for about half a minute before pulling back, then getting to breakfast. "Alright, time to eat." Mom went on and...