Helen Thomas, Single Mother
You panic as a giant bony hand plucked you from the concrete ground, and into the air. You scream as you were raised to eye level of a giant, thin, short haired brunette middle aged woman. She was attractive, and you recognized her as that girl Bethany's mom Helen. She was single, you recall from her always riding solo to school events, and quite a cougar if you remembered correctly. She was always biting her lip or rubbing her body when catching sight with the most slight of attractive men.

She laughed as she saw your fear in her massive stature, pulling her B cup bra back and setting you in the left cup, straddling her nipple as the darkness engulfed you when she let the fabric seal back up once you were secure. You freak out, sure that you weren't leaving any time soon as the warmth of her breast kept you from shivering in fright.

The trip overall wasn't that bad, after all you had the mammoth tit of Helen keeping you company, and the bra held the breast well enough in place so that you didn't experience too bad of a jiggle in the car. You listened to her converse with her teenage daughter, who you could assume was sitting next to her in the passenger seat as you hopelessly made escape plans in your head, each being almost immediately shut down by a fatal flaw you foresaw.

When you felt the car stop, the giantess stood up, and started to walk to what you assumed was her house. You listened to her daughter announce she was going to her room and almost immediately felt the giant, cold hand swoop down and pluck you from her bra. She set you down on the palm she held flat in front of her face as you waited in agony for her first words to you.

"Why what a catch I have got me today!" She exclaims in joy.
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June 3, 2023
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