Saved a second time
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
jackibs
But suddenly, you hear the door burst open and a familiar voice yelling: "MELLY, STOP!" While the massive foot above you stopped descending, there was a far bigger, round object descending upon you. Again. You knew what came next, so instead of panicking, you just grinned and curled up into a ball. After a brief feeling of soft flesh engulfing you, you lost consciousness once more.
After a couple of minutes, you woke up in your mother's palm. "Oh my God! Sweetie, are you okay?" She asked worriedly. You assured her that you were alright, but you also made it clear that you should sleep in a safer place, and that you should skip playing with Melly for a while. She agreed, and she asked where would you like to sleep.
It was then when you fully came to and took a better look at your mother.
She was wearing powder blue pyjamas. You slowly looked down below her neck. While not exactly form-fitting, you could still see the curves of her humongous breasts on it. Her pyjama top wasn't completely buttoned up, so just slightly below you saw her cleavage, a deep chasm that seemed bottomless. There was a breast pocket on the left of the top. The fabric seemed to be rather thin, so even with the pocket there you could still make out her nip-
"Sweetie?"
You snapped out of it. You were embarrassed to think of your own mother this way, but you had to seek safety, and you couldn't imagine a safer place than with her, "I'd like to sleep with you...in your room, Mom." Your voice shook a bit as you said that, but Karen just giggled, happy to have her son with her in one piece.
"Alright, honey. You'll have no trouble with me around." She winked. Fortunately at your size, she did not notice your rising erection as she did that. You asked that she put you on her collarbone. Not the safest place, but with her apparently just barely awake, she didn't think anything about it and she slowly placed you on her left collarbone and started heading towards her room.
"Wait, I actually asked that?" You pondered. You held on tight during your 'ride'. You looked below, and what you saw was something that has been in the back of your mind for a while now: your mother's gigantic boobs. She was certainly well-endowed, almost as much as December, in fact.
As she walked, the way her breasts jiggled reminded you of waves of the roaring ocean that you often saw on the beach. If ocean waves were beautiful things to normal sized people, they must be epic and most likely lethal for you, as you were never allowed to go swimming there whenever the family went out, for your own safety. At this point, though, with all that's happened recently, "drowning in an ocean of Mom's flesh" may seem like a good idea in comparison.
This was when you retreated back into her collarbone and shook your head hard. "Goddammit, this is your mom!" You reminded yourself. You had a lot of conflicting and intrusive thoughts. With all that's happened, you had trouble deciding whether to stay more by your mother's side, inevitably using this as a ruse for your repressed desires eventually, or to keep your morals uncompromised and continue facing the dangers of everyday life alone. You wanted to survive as best you could, but you did not want to be aroused by your own mother the way you were then.
The ride to Karen's room felt like an eternity to you. You were still tempted to peek at the milky "ocean", knowing full well that it would be pretty dangerous to do so.
After a couple of minutes, you woke up in your mother's palm. "Oh my God! Sweetie, are you okay?" She asked worriedly. You assured her that you were alright, but you also made it clear that you should sleep in a safer place, and that you should skip playing with Melly for a while. She agreed, and she asked where would you like to sleep.
It was then when you fully came to and took a better look at your mother.
She was wearing powder blue pyjamas. You slowly looked down below her neck. While not exactly form-fitting, you could still see the curves of her humongous breasts on it. Her pyjama top wasn't completely buttoned up, so just slightly below you saw her cleavage, a deep chasm that seemed bottomless. There was a breast pocket on the left of the top. The fabric seemed to be rather thin, so even with the pocket there you could still make out her nip-
"Sweetie?"
You snapped out of it. You were embarrassed to think of your own mother this way, but you had to seek safety, and you couldn't imagine a safer place than with her, "I'd like to sleep with you...in your room, Mom." Your voice shook a bit as you said that, but Karen just giggled, happy to have her son with her in one piece.
"Alright, honey. You'll have no trouble with me around." She winked. Fortunately at your size, she did not notice your rising erection as she did that. You asked that she put you on her collarbone. Not the safest place, but with her apparently just barely awake, she didn't think anything about it and she slowly placed you on her left collarbone and started heading towards her room.
"Wait, I actually asked that?" You pondered. You held on tight during your 'ride'. You looked below, and what you saw was something that has been in the back of your mind for a while now: your mother's gigantic boobs. She was certainly well-endowed, almost as much as December, in fact.
As she walked, the way her breasts jiggled reminded you of waves of the roaring ocean that you often saw on the beach. If ocean waves were beautiful things to normal sized people, they must be epic and most likely lethal for you, as you were never allowed to go swimming there whenever the family went out, for your own safety. At this point, though, with all that's happened recently, "drowning in an ocean of Mom's flesh" may seem like a good idea in comparison.
This was when you retreated back into her collarbone and shook your head hard. "Goddammit, this is your mom!" You reminded yourself. You had a lot of conflicting and intrusive thoughts. With all that's happened, you had trouble deciding whether to stay more by your mother's side, inevitably using this as a ruse for your repressed desires eventually, or to keep your morals uncompromised and continue facing the dangers of everyday life alone. You wanted to survive as best you could, but you did not want to be aroused by your own mother the way you were then.
The ride to Karen's room felt like an eternity to you. You were still tempted to peek at the milky "ocean", knowing full well that it would be pretty dangerous to do so.
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