|
Mother & Son: Underfoot Story Notes:
Debra wiggled her toes as her son regained consciousness, jostling him about the sole of her foot as she lay on the bed. "Oh, mom, you took me out of your shoe. Thank you so much - woah!" Phil stumbled over his mom's sole and landed with his face between her big and middle toe. She grinned. "I'm sorry sweetie but that's just too tempting a target." Using her finger she pushed Phil forward so her toes closed round his little neck and squeezed. Smiling down at her little boy as she choked him, Mrs. Metzger said "Phil, you did a very good job of taking your punishment in mommy's shoe, but I just got a call from the office and I have to go into work today, so we're going to try something different." She watched as Phil pulled himself out of his mother's toes. As her stumbled backwards he bumped into her other foot. Winking down at him she blew Phil a sultry kiss and clamped her feet together, with her little son between her huge, heavy soles. Mrs Metzger leaned back sumptuously into her own bed, spreading her arms out over her fine silk pillows. Her heavy but still-curvy body caused the bed to sink a bit and she smiled as she regarded her smooth, soft looking feet. "How's the smell in there Phil?" His mom asked softly, gnashing her teeth together as she pressed her feet together on her own son. Phil had no way to answer. The crushing weight of his own mother's feet was immense. Her soft, heavy skin squashed his head into a tiny ball. He accidentally licked her skin, the salty, acrid taste of his mom's foot invading his mouth. He would have laughed if he could. He existed in a constricting ball of flesh and smell utterly overrun with the warm, earthy scent of her feet. A few seconds more was all he could take before passing out. Her big toes poked him awake. He was lying on the carpet and she was sitting on the bed, towering over him. She moved her big toe off his face, caressing his chest gently with her silky sole. "Now, did I feel your little tongue licking my bare feet in there sweetie?" His mom asked Phil. Phil blushed heavily. "Um, yes mom, but I didn't mean to -" Debra's left big toe silenced her son's reply as it landed softly over his face. "You like my feet, don't you Phil? You like having them all around you, my smell all over you, squashing, squeezing you, grinding you all day!" Debra moaned with relish. Phil was alarmed to hear this, his mother was acting as if she actually enjoyed dominating him with her feet! And yet, he knew if he told her the truth now it would go very badly for him, so he decided all there was to be done was to stay on his mom's good side for as long as he could. "Yes mommy, I do, I ... I like your feet. I like having them all over me, squashing me flat!" He didn't know why he was saying these things, but his mom's face broke out in a happy beam, and then whispered conspiratoriously down to her son. "Well then, from now on how about we keep your little "punishment" between us, okay? I'll tell your sister you're out of bounds, you're all mine from now on sweetie." She winked. "If you agree, take a nice, long sniff of my left foot, and open your arms and spread your legs like you were about to hug your girlfriend!" Phil gulped. Sitting up straight, he brought his face to the big toe floating just in front of it. He knew he had to make this convincing. Taking his mom's toe with both hands and took a long, several second drag of her foot-stink. Debra giggled as her little boy obeyed her and, unbeknownst to her tried not to gag on her foot odour. "Good boy! Now spread your legs." His mom leaned over as Phil shakily pulled his legs apart. Debra saw his little face twist in concern. She bit her bottom lip and held her massive foot over Phil for a few tantalizing seconds, and stamped her massive heel down onto her tiny son's crotch. A massive wall of numbness flooded over Phil as she ground down on his cock and despite everything he tried he couldn't get away from the massive foot pinning his crotch to the floor. Sweat streamed down as he looked up at his mom, running her hands down her body and moaning softly. "M-mom..?" "Oh Phil that was lovely! Oh I loved dominating you like that sweetie." Debra put extra emphasis on the word as she fought to catch her breath. She calmed down and looked down at the little boy under her foot. "I think we'll have to do that at least once a day, okay? It's a very good punishment for you because of what you did." She smiled as she saw her little son nod his assent. It felt so good finally going here with Phil. He needed to feel his mother's heavy feet over him, squashing him, knowing that all her weight was centred on him from her head, shoulders, breasts, tummy, ass and legs. "Phil..." She ground down on his crushed penis. "You look so cute hugging my foot like that!" She pushed her foot down into his face and giggled. "Imagine, this could be your future! If we don't find a way to reverse your shrinking, you might never be able to go out and get a real girlfriend! We'd have to get you some social interaction, and who better to start dating than my sexy foot!" She giggled, wiggling her heel on top of her son's mashed penis. "She's curvy, she's your size and you both have so many interests in common! You like to be squashed, she likes to squash you!" Phil was batted in the face with the giant sole in question. "Let's give her a name, what name would you like her to be called sweetie?" Phil thought of what name could make this situation any more bearable, and instantly thought of his girlfriend. "Lashondra." "Oh no sweetie she doesn't like that. Let's call her Debra!" Phil wondered what his mom was playing at, but there were some similarities; "Debra" was bottom-heavy just like his mom, with a massive heel that was still sitting on his abused cock. "That's ... a great name, mom." He grimaced. "I'm glad you think so Phil, but in the future when "Debbie"'s sitting on your lap the least you could do would be a gentleman and talk to her." Phil, wanting to stay on his mom's good side, pressed his face into her sole and tried to make as visible a gesture as he could of saying "I'm s-sorry Debbie, I hope you'll forgive me." Despite the pain in his lower body from her heavy heel resting on it, Phil felt his penis grow. To his own shock, he then buried his face in his mom's soft, pungent foot skin and loudly began kissing her sole. "Oh Phil, I just love to hear you say that!" His mom grabbed his head with her toes and squeezed it. "I can't wait until you take me to work and I get to be stepped on all day mom." Mrs. Metzger smiled back sexily at her son's squashed little face. "Oh, but that's not how I'm taking you to work Phillie. I've got something I've always wanted to try on you..." Phil couldn't believe it. He was sitting in the middle of it and he couldn't believe it. His mom owned a pair of panties with a spot for him to be tied into the back. "How long have you had these, mom?" "Oh, I wouldn't like to say sweetie." She replied sheepishly grinning at the floor as she stroked him with her toes. "I'm just so glad to finally be able to use them. I've wanted to wear leopardskin panties for the longest time but I've been waiting for the right occasion." He felt his mom's big foot stop rubbing his back and rest her big and middle toes on his shoulders, gently sandwiching his head between them. Trying to focus on her underwear rather than the odour pervading his nostrils he noticed a little cotton divot in the back of her panties, precisely where his head would rest. "Mom," he pointed, "what's that?" "That's to push your little head between my cheeks hun. I want to sit on you all day, but I also think it'd be a good idea for you to have your head up my bum." Phil's mom giggled as she told him this. "That way while I'm sitting on you I can squeeze your little face as hard as I want. That'll be good training for you." Phil looked dumbfounded. "For what?" His mom winked at him. "Never you mind. Anyway it'll also be much easier for me to fart on you with your face up my ass. Remember our old song, sweetie?" She began to dance and sway. "All I need is the air that I breathe!" Phil stumbled back onto the panty with his mom's gentle prodding. "So - so I'm not going with you to your office? I don't have to go in your shoe?" She nodded warmly to him as she pushed him down against the material and produced ... a sewing needle? "No sweetie, you won't. You'll be going in my bum, with your face wedged up between my ass-cheeks." Mrs. Metzger finished sewing Phil's arms, legs and chest into the back of her panties, and rested the back of his head against the little divot. It did indeed push his head forward quite a bit, but not really uncomfortably. He was starting to sweat; being inside his mom's shoe all morning as she stepped on him was one thing, and he was even convincing when he said he liked it and that ridiculous idea of pretending his own mother's foot was his girlfriend, but the thought of spending the whole day with his face literally up his mom's ass was starting to scare him. Sensing this as she looked down on her son Debra gave him one final squish with her left foot as she spun around and presented her massive, full backside to him as he lay helpless trapped in her panties. He remembered last week when he'd been wrestling with his mom and sister Cailie and Cailie had wrapped his neck up in her muscled legs and had got their mom to perform the Stink-Face; rubbing her overlarge posterior into her own son's face until he'd submitted. His face had almost fitted easily between his mom's huge butt-cheeks when he was normal-size and she'd seemed really into it then. He wondered what he was in for now. Bending over to accentuate the size of her backside, she pointed one finger to the direct centre of her butt-crack. "This is where your head is going, sweetie," she said without looking around, "straight up your own mother's bum." She clapped her buttocks together with a bounce. "You are going to feel a lot of pressure whenever I sit on you, and I'll compress all the air from your lungs, so it's important for you to take deep, long breaths whenever I sit. And of course, your head will be ground between my two butt-cheeks all day, and your face will take the full brunt of my farts when I let them loose on you." She leaned over her shoulder but kept her enormous ass pointed at her son. "Remember sweetie, this is all because you need to be ... punished." She knew her son hadn't actually done anything wrong; she knew her daughter had dropped some of that mail-order chemical junk into her son's juice and that's how he ended up shrunk and inside his busty black girlfriend Lashondra's shoes, but when Lashondra had turned up outraged and ready to go to the police about this the only way she could keep her quiet was to promise to ... discipline Phil. Personally. Debra smirked, she always thought Lashondra had a funny kink, and now she knew what it was, she liked her more. "Feel good, sweetie?" His mom asked him as she ran a finger up and down his little body. The material did indeed feel quite smooth and soft, being his own mom's favourite pair of panties, and he thought she looked very pretty as she leaned in for a kiss that covered his whole body with her full lips. "Mmm, I'm so glad we're doing this honey." His mom purred down from on above. "We're going to be so close." His mom pulled up her panties, and the globes of her ass hit her son like two enormous medicine balls. True to her description the little leather bunt pressed his head forward and into the sweaty vice of her buttcrack, but she reached around anyway and gently pressed her own son's tiny face into her ass. Wiggling her large hips from left to right to make sure he was securely fastened Phil's mom proceded to pull up her tight snakeskin skirt and buckle on her belt. As she dressed she giggled thinking about her big bum chewing on her tiny son's head. The more his mom's titanic buttocks ground his head the more Phil noticed his penis grow until it was poking between them as well. As she headed out the door she stopped. "Phil? Phil sweetie?" PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! Mrs. Metzger smiled as she felt her son's body struggle violently and then go limp in the noxious clench of her large ass, and walked purposefully to her car, taking extra care to sway her hips along the way.
Mrs Metzger woke up to find her son exactly where he belonged; lying on her bed with his face wedged deep up her ass. Giggling, she reached over to her dresser and pulled out a small disposable flash camera. Her son's body looked like it had his mom's enormous ass for a head. "Smile, sweetie!" She said, before farting him awake and taking a photo of his reaction. "Mmphf! Mm mnnnfff!!" "Oh good morning Phil! How did you enjoy your first night in mommy's butt?" Debra felt her son's little lips kiss her big arse again and his tiny arms wrap hug it and leaned back heavily on him in respons, sighing happily. Phil had taken to placating his mom whenever he could, but little did he know that even whenever he didn't, such as now while he was trying to scream as his mouth just filled with his mom's buttflesh, she was learning that he liked it anyway. She watched the golden morning light stream in through the bedroom windows in the brightening day. It glinted off the mirror on her dresser, played on her perfect, chubby skin and dappled on her son's body as it lay resting under her own large bottom. She closed her eyes. "I love being able to relax with you like this, Phil." "I bet my ass is a lot bigger than your old girlfriend's you know. And softer too." After a few minutes, allowing the fart to pass, Mrs Metzger opened her eyes and pulled her son out from between her buttocks. Looking him up and down she could see he was red in the face, two enormous buttocks imprinted on either side of his head, and he was breathing heavily of the fresh air. She smiled down. "How about a morning kiss?" She brought her son up to her full, red lips and pressed his head between them. She held his face against her red lips for a few long seconds before pulling him away and holding him at arm's length. "Did you enjoy kissing mommy?" She smiled. "I'd rather ... kiss ... your ass ..." he panted, before realizing how his mom would take it. "No wait mom-" "Oh that's such a wonderful idea sweetie!" Mrs Metzger's face was honestly happier than her son had ever seen it and honestly seemed to believe her son wanted more than anything to kiss his own mother's ass. Phil was whisked round to his mom's full bottom (they were both sleeping nude) and as Debra spread her large cheeks with one dainty hand she thrust her son's face against her asshole, rubbing it into it. Debra's tight grip had also latched onto Phil's morning wood and caused him to open his mouth in a moan at precisely the wrong time, as he got a full five-second snog from his own mom's asshole. Pulling her son out of her ass before it could close on him Mrs Metzger smiled down at him as she dropped him on the corner of the bed before going to the dresser to prepare her face for the day. "Mo ... mom ..." he panted. She looked down at her son and smiled. "Oh, allright sweetie." And sat down on top of him. Finishing getting ready she stood up and walked over to her wardrobe, giggling as she caught her son's reflection in the dresser mirror of his body hanging limply from her enormous buttocks which had devoured his tiny head. She laughed as she tightened her buttcheeks and ground them around Phil's face, making cartoonish chewing noises as she pretended her bum was eating his head. "Isn't that funny Phil? Oh but you can't see I suppose. That reminds me, most of your body must've been cold this morning; I found myself only facesitting you! You must've accidentally been crawling around in mommy's butt last night and headed out. I'll make sure to wedge you even deeper tonight, sweetie." She blew him a kiss, as Phil groaned in his mother's grip, filling his mouth with more maternal buttflesh. As Mrs Metzger was almost finished getting ready for the day, Cailie appeared through the door smiling and with an item of clothing in her hand, her enormous muscular thighs, so used to squeezing Phil unconscious between them, now brushing softly against each other. "Good morning Cailie! I'm afraid Phil can't talk now, his mouth is rather full." "Hey mom! Before you sat on him last night Phil told me he wanted to spend the day with you if everything went well last night, so he told me his favourite things you wore so you could put him in one of these!" Mrs Metzger smiled as she walked over to see what it was, absent-mindedly sashaying her hips around Phil's poor, beaten head. "You should do it." "Mmmm." "No you totally should." "Do what?" "That thing with your mom." Phil looked briefly up at his girlfriend before kissing her neck once again. "Yeah, sure. Why?" "Because it's the right thing to do. She hasn't been the same since your dad died and it'd cheer her up. And I think it'd be hot." Lashondra smiled, running her fingers through Phil's hair. "Hot for you maybe, you'd get off on that sort of thing." "And I want to find out if her butt is bigger than mine." Phil sighed, and cupped his hands under his ebony girlfriend's generous bottom. Lashondra was a very plump girl, and a very dominant one, but her infatuation with her own large ass wasn't her most endearing feature. "I can save you the time - it is. AND I don't want to go into that any further." "Well let me put it like this," she said, wrapping her legs around Phil's waist but pressing him back against her parents' sofa "until you do it the only booty you'll be getting your horny little hands on will be those pictures of me in your cell phone." They stared at each other. She made a move to get up. "Fine, fine I'll do it. I bet she won't even be interested. I bet she'll send me right away." Lashondra snuggled back down against Phil and nuzzled against his chest as she pressed his hands firmly against her derriere. "Oh, I wouldn't know about that." * "Mom?" "Yes, sweetie?" "Do you ... are you allright?" His mom shifted her weight in bed. She was watching television with the bed silk idly draped over her massive chest and hips."Yes honey, I'm fine. It's just been a while since your father passed away and sometimes mommy feels a little ... lonely." She patted the space on the bed between her massive thighs. Phil sat down and placed his head between his mom's legs, facing away from her lap, and allowed her large legs to hug his face, his head suspended by the gentle squeeze of her huge thighs. One of his mom's favourite pastimes, especially when he was very young, was to trap his head between her legs for hours in hopes of getting him to like her headscissoring fixation. She had very, very strong legs. A few minutes passed with Debra and her son lying on the bed with his head resting in her gently squeezing thighs. Phil swallowed and began to fidget. "Not - not responsible at all?" His mom looked down and just smiled. "Oh no silly, I've gotten over that. Was that what you wanted to talk to me about?" "No it's just I - Lashondra thought you could use some company." "It's just that, ever since dad passed away you've been really on edge about ... y'know." "What, sweetie?" Debra felt Phil try to look up, but held his head still in her headscissors. "Facesitting. A-ass worship. You used to talk about it all the time and me and Cailie could tell it made you really happy. But after what happened to dad you just ... stopped talking about it. You started being quiet and spending all your time in this room. And we - well it was Lashondra really - thought that maybe you wouldn't feel so bad if you'd just ... er, face your fears." Debra began absent mindedly stroking her son's head."I guess what I'm trying to say is that if it'd make you feel better I'd ..." Phil stopped. The pressure on his head had been building as he'd talked, and he was close to passing out in his mom's legs."Yes, honey?" "If it'd make you feel better mom, I'd like you to sit on my face. I - I know my head is smaller than dad's and that might cause some problems, but if it helps you out then ..." Debra's face was still for a few minutes, and then she turned away from him. Assuming he'd said the wrong thing Phil began to tap her hips to let her know to let him out, but then to his surprise his mom lifted her left leg from it's position resting on her right and spread her enormous, mountainous ass-cheeks. Phil swallowed. Lashondra had nothing to worry about; there was never a chance in a hundred years that her butt could rival his mom's in size or shape. The scent of her earthy ass wafted out and spread around him. Her butt seemed impossibly large; she wanted him in there, but her ass seemed to be taunting him; "Put your head in here, you are stronger than your father! You can take it!" it said. Sensations of weight seemed to emanate off it. "Your father died down there, sweetie. With his face wedged up my butt. I'm counting on you, I need you to survive it!"Phil gulped. He lowered his face to the bedsilk where his mother's left cheek had left a crater bigger than his head and gently rubbed his face against it. It smelt faintly earthy and was still warm. His eyes travelled to his mom's awaiting crack, and gulped. It seemed much, much bigger than Lashondra's from here; fuller, wider and much heavier. Phil swallowed. Well, if he ever wanted to touch Lashondra again ...He pressed his face forward, into his mother's warm, enveloping butt. Her cheeks presented some soft resistance but he quickly found the right "place" for his face right in front of her anus and was only slightly surprised to find that when his mom let her other buttock close down on top of him his entire head fitted snugly between her ass-cheeks. He felt slightly insecure about his face fitting so perfectly up his own mother's ass, but for now at least it was warm and soft in here, and he heard his mom moan in approval for the first time since his father died. "Ohh I had forgotten how this felt." He heard his mom moan through several pounds of compact ass-flesh. "I know it'll be hard; your head is so much smaller than his and your nose is very deep between my cheeks. But I'm already feeling so good."Phil briefly jerked his head out of the twin boulders of his mom's buttocks and gasped. "Mom what - what do you want me to do with my hands?"Debra thought for a moment. "Well normally I'd handcuff your father's arms and legs to the bedposts to make sure he couldn't escape." The answer hung clumsily in the air for too long. "Mom I don't think I'm ready for that just yet ..." "Oh no of course not sweetie, not on our first time," she smiled, "How about instead you rub your hands against mommy's big thighs? Do you remember how mommy used to hug your head with her muscley thighs?" Phil gulped. "Yeah, and you squeezed me unconscious a bunch of times whenever dad was away on business." His mom giggled over him. "Oh you remembered! Remember that one weekend where I headscissored you from Friday night to Monday morning?" Debra laughed as happy memories flooded back. "You couldn't go anywhere without me sitting on your soldiers squeezing your head between my massive thighs! I even strapped your head into my headscissors with those leather belts as we slept! Your school nurse called me on Monday wondering what those two massive thigh-shaped marks were on your face." She smiled. "Yeah, and then you told her and she sent me home for the rest of the week." "Indeed she did!" Debra smiled and slapped her meaty thighs together. "What a week!" Debra sat back so far on Phil that her large, motherly rump had nowhere to go and a small crack of air slipped through allowing her darling son's nose to reach precious oxygen. Unfortunately her darling son's nose was also pressed against her own precocious asshole, and all the air he received was smothered in the scent of his mothers ass. "How about that? Can you still breath sweetie?" Phil raised his right hand in a brief thumbs-up motion before his mom's thighs returned to reclaim it. "Good. Well I'm just going to order a movie for us to watch then, is there anything you'd like?" She said, leaning up for a brief second so Phil could reply. "Mo-mom I ... I don't see how it'll matter if ... I won't be able to see it anyway ..." He was cut off as his mom replaced her plump rump on his face. "Oh! That's right, mommy had nearly forgotten you won't be able to watch it because your face will be wedged deep up her bum! Well this'll be a change to our movie nights." Phil rested there quietly for a few minutes with his face deep in the canyon of his mother's ass, wondering how long this would take and feeling slightly annoyed as his mom's plump, heavy feet absent-mindedly rubbed his lap."Ooh look, there's Gone With The Wind! Okay it's queued, now hurry back under there sweetie! I'll give you a break at the halfway point!"
In the morning his mom would wake up from a wonderful dream that she'd never tell him about, and giggled as they removed his head from her arse, pointing to the imprint of his face on her big, soft cheeks and the two massive, round red orbs impressed upon his features, laughing as he stomped away embarassed to get ready for school. She bit her lip as she regarded her large bottom in the bedroom mirror, and began flexing and shaking her glutes together, making the imprint of her little son's face dissappear up her bum ... * Debra walked along smugly as she strode purposefully down the corridoor of her building to her office. She had a meeting with a difficult client in a few minutes, and then expected three solid hours of paperwork and takeaway dinners on top of that, but today she felt she was on top of the world and could take on anything, and for a very good reason; because Debra was walking on top of her son; her tiny boy Philip was wedged snugly under her heavy, motherly feet tucked super-tightly into her black leather pumps. She leaned casually on her right foot, knowing well the immense pressure she was exerting. There was virtually no room in her pump that wasn't taken up by her plump, fragrant foot which meant Phil had to battle his mom's foot for room to breath sweet air and his own lungs so he didn't overuse the precious oxygen floating around his mom's shoe. She felt moisture drip off her toes; Debra knew her feet were sweating, and she giggled thinking about how she could get her footsweat into her son's mouth. His face was being squeezed possessively by her toes as they fought for room on and around his face; whether she rubbed her feet on his lips or let her squeezings make him open his mouth in anguish drip by drip her sweat was dripping into her son's mouth. She smirked as she stopped and rolled his tiny body backwards under the ball of her foot, smothering his face into her footflesh, feeling him buck and smother and holding him there until he blacked out. She moaned quietly to herself as she felt his body spasm and go limp under her foot before rolling him once again back to her toes' awaiting grasp. She would wait for him to regain consciousness before going into her meeting; nothing calmed her down in a high-stress environment like being able to squeeze her little son's head and squash his body under her foot while he could do nothing but absorb her fleshy barrage for hours and hours. * "Thirsty?" She said, as her hands moved unseen behind her back. The meeting had been a trial but had eventually gone well, and Philip was too exhausted to look anyway, and simply readied himself for anything else his mom would throw at him. "Yes, please mom." He panted. Phil's eyes were wide open. "This is - this is from your ass?" "Mmhmm!" His mother's face was a picture of happy innocence. "Of course it is." He muttered, and downed the last of the cool, sticky drink. He played an interesting game as his mom ate her lunch. Debra would tell him to close his eyes and guess which part of her foot was on his face by feel and smell and, if he liked, taste. If he guessed correctly he was allowed to kiss her feet for a few minutes. If he was wrong his mom would balance her whole bodyweight on his head until he passed out. By the time lunch was almost over he had only won once and had blacked out seven times under his mom's foot. Trapping Phil under her foot, Debra smiled contently as she leaned her heel heavily on her tiny son's abused crotch, mashing his penis into the ground and causing Phil to writhe in pain and nausea and lean against his mother's sweaty foot for relief as large droplets of it's sweat trickled over his face, causing him to swallow it or choke. One drop was so big it refused to break and formed a perfect bubble around his face. Phil choked. Debra's mouth gaped in joy. Both mother and son paused as they saw, from different angles, how the drop of her footsweat perfectly encased his head in a dome of salty water. The mother burst out laughing as she ground her heel down on her breathless son's penis, quickly grabbing his arms with her toes as he was forced to struggle desperately to gulp down her footsweat to avoid drowning in it. By the time Phil had finally swallowed the last drops and recovered his breath lunch was over, and Debra was so happy at seeing him dutifully march back to her pump without instructions that she plucked him up in her hand and rubbed his face against the plump seat of her skirt "to get rid of that nasty sweaty taste" before bringing him up to her face for a big kiss. "Thanks mom." Phil managed, as he walked back to her shoe in a daze and laid down on his mother's insole, knowingly awaiting her heavy foot to enter and press down on him. Sure enough seconds later the light was blotted out as his mother's own foot descended upon him and her smelly toes began to jostle for place atop his face. "Okay sweetie," she giggled, "round two!" It was Friday night. Phil had lost a bet with his mother. He had promised her that he could spend ten minutes strapped into her buttcrack without needing to take a breath or falling unconscious, and if he did then he'd win $200 to take an interested girl out for a good time. If she made him suffocate or fall unconscious, then she could have him for the whole night. Needless to say Debra agreed eagerly and when her son inevitably smothered in her bum she called over Phil's girlfriend and had a barely conscious Phil explain why, with his face still buried in maternal butt-flesh, he wouldn't be taking her out tonight. She unstrapped Phil and told him to go change into a speedo as she changed into her purple spandex exercise outfit and gently told him to lie down on the yoga mat she'd placed in the living room floor. Gently cupping the back of his head with her feet, she spread her enormous buttocks wide and felt tears trickle onto her full cheeks as she pushed his face into her warm, waiting buttcrack. She put on her exercise and yoga tapes. She was a mother of two and had no intentions of going out partying on a Friday night, but she still liked to stay healthy (as long as it didn't interfer with her heavy frame and voluptuous figure) and she eagerly took any chance she could get to introduce her son's face to her maternal ass, especially when he offered it so readily. She giggled. Phil was going to have to explain how he got those twin red butt-marks on his face again on Saturday. * It was Friday night. Cailie was heading out on the town to get lucky. Phil, now shrunk, was begging her to take him with her, but Cailie only laughed, saying that he would get lucky himself tonight. "Really?" he asked. "Yeah," Cailie giggled, "because I think mom wants you to make out with her ass tonight!" Sure enough Debra appeared to kiss her darling daughter goodbye in a figure hugging set of leopardskin lingerie and a black see-through shawl. Putting Phil on the window she stood behind her son as they waved goodbye to Cailie's retreating figure, and then greeting Phil with her motherly assflesh as he turned around, pinning him against the window and pressing his face deep into the warm, soft smothering vice of her crack. She giggled all the while as she pressed him against the window, his body squashed between the cold glass and her warm skin, teasing Phil and promising a night he'd never forget as he smothered out once again in her bum. * Debra put out one solitary chair and pulled her panties back so she could pull Phil from her butt. He knew what was going to happen and decided he didn't want any part of it, and tried to hide from his moms hand by willingly pushing himself deeper up his own mothers buttcrack, making her suddenly jump in pleasure. When, after several long minutes of enjoying teasing him, she finally took Phil out she winked at him. "Im glad you love your new home so much sweetie." She cooed. "Mommys so happy with you in her bum!" She blew Phil a kiss from her full, red lips and placed him face-up on the seat of her chair. Dazed, Phil can only focus on his mom's titanic derriere as it sways over to her music player to put on some childish party music. Looking over her shoulder she caught him looking her pleadingly in the eyes. "Hey, eyes down here sweetie!" she teased, pointing with both hands to her buxom rump. Sauntering backwards and now standing over him with her enormous butt facing Phil, she proudly states "Okay sweetie, if I win this game of musical chairs, Im gonna pick an even more fun game for us to play. If you win I'll put you back in my bum for the rest of the night." She winks. "Woah wait mom theres only one cha-" Phil's face was smothered in his moms buttflesh as Debra suddenly sat down on the chair. "Oh sorry Philip!" she giggled, "The music hadnt stopped! Ive gotta have a penalty. Spank my butt!" She didn't make it easy, slowly lifting her legs off the floor and leaning all her copious weight on Phil's tiny form, but he managed to free an arm and swatted her bum with his palm a few times before she began to play the music again. Of course it was a completely unfair game; Phil's mom would walk slowly around the chair, wiggling her bum or boobs at him and then drop her massive body butt-first onto Phil's tiny frame. Sometimes shed wait a few seconds after the music stopped, sometime's she'd happily stomp her heel on her son's exposed groin, sometimes shed stay seated longer to give her son a nice, big faceful of ass. One time she just tensed her glutes into diamond-hard boulders and bounced on Phil's head giggling. After one minute, battered and bruised, Phil raised his tiny hands towards his mothers smiling face, who seeing her battered, defeated son lovingly blew a kiss Phil's way. Phil's heart sank as his mother then happily jumped up into the air before crashing down onto his tiny body with her titanic rump. The impact was so strong and her body so big that he didn't know how he survived it the first time. The thirtieth time she did this she dropped back on him with such force the chair slid backwards and toppled over. She was laughing uncontrollably, even moreso when she found Phil struggling, hanging out of her ass with his head wedged between her buttocks. "Okay sweetie, I think thats enough. I think I beat you there." She panted happily, reaching around and pulling Phil's outmatched head free from it's maternal prison as she pulled back her favourite leopardskin panties and put him back snug inside them. "Now what to do next...?" She thought outloud, as Phil wheezed for breath in the back of her panties. She knew he was struggling to catch his breath, and yet had plopped him back in her bottom. She giggled, knowing he was breathing her gas instead of air. "How about this?" She said, talking to her ass in the bedroom mirror, knowing that her son was entombed deep inside. "I'm going to put you deep inside my bum, where youll be surrounded by the softest part of my ass, and I'll squash you there with all of my might. If you can survive a ten minute full-on squeeeeze in my butt, you can pick what we do next." Debra shook her butt. "But if not," she purred, "you ... are going to start dating my butt, your own mother's butt mister, and that starts by spending tonight in my special panties." Phil gulped. A few minutes later Phil was being crushed in between his moms huge buttocks. He had suffered under the weight of his mom's massive body before, but never had it been anything like this; he was so completely entombed in the softest part of her butt and yet she was crushing him; he could feel her heart pounding faster, her teeth gnashing together, her muscles tensing around him as the fat of her buttocks amplified the sounds reverberating in his ears. She must have been putting every inch of her might into squeezing him into unconsciousness. He was inside her bum, every inch of her surrounding him willing him to give up and accept defeat. Screaming Phil opened his mouth and his moms smelly ass meat rushed in. Debra stopped giggling and moaned slowly and huskily "Oh Phil, I love it when you willingly kiss my ass. What mother could ask for a more obedient son?" she moaned, grinding each cheek around his head like boulders crushing sand. Even when I'm crushing him unconscious he still wants to show how much he loves being in my bum. What a lucky woman I am! Debra thought.
"Just think sweetie! While your sister's out somewhere getting lucky with some cute boy, your at home getting lucky with your own mothers butt!" She laughed. "Thought you could go out and get between some young girl's tight young breasts tonight sweetie? Noooo, you belong under your mommy, safely getting crushed between her big smelly butt-cheeks! My buns are the two mounds you're in love with! Well I've got great news for you sweetie! Since you love this so much, I'm going to keep doing this to you from now on!" Phil had had enough! Gritting his teeth, he tensed his body and prepared to withstand his mom's awesome onslaught. "Mom ... I'll ... beat your ... butt! I'll ... get ... free!" Phil's mom just giggled uncontrollably and bounced her heavy butt off the hard wooden chair. "No sweetie, I'm going to smother you in it, just like I always do!" She tensed her glutes even harder, gnashing her teeth together as she strived to squash her own son out of his wits; for a few seconds it looked like he might withstand her fury, both bodies comletely even - he trying to withstand her crushing weight, she trying to squash him into dust. But then, by sheer uncanny chance, her soft flesh splurged into his nose and mouth and he gagged on the scent and sensation of her lowest place permeating his lungs and brain, and choked out a soon-muffled "Noo-!!". His mother screamed "Aha!" as she pounced - redoubling her efforts as his defences fell, grinding her teeth and squeezing her cheeks about him when she heard him cry out, not even stopping when she felt his body spasm and jerk in the clasp of her butt, but rather gasping! "Oh! Phil! You've no idea how much I've needed this!" She said through gritted teeth. Her glutes were a hurricane of pressure, and her son was crumbling in the eye of the storm. His world was crumbling around him under his own mother's ass. Phil thought about all the times he'd spent under his mom before, whether she'd accidentally stepped on him or Cailie would put him on his mom's chair or sneak into her bed early in the morning and wedge him snugly between his sleeping mother's buttcheeks. Weirdly he remembered the first time his mom sat on him he'd done it willingly; being younger he'd bragged to Cailie that he could take Debra sitting on him for ten minutes, and did. Phil wondered if Cailie ever told his mom about that before blacking out, his mom's giggling ringing in his ears. * Phil awoke, to crushing pressure. Huge pressure! His head was so sore he couldn't think straight! His tongue lolled out of his mouth like he was having a stroke. What could be causing this pain?! And then his tongue licked her skin and as he processed the taste and the smell suddenly realization dawned. His giantess mother's heel was on his head. The thick, dry skin of her smelly heel was pressing against his face. His eyes swivelled around because trapped as he was he couldn't move; he was literally a cushion under his mother's foot. The soft flesh of his mom's undersole lightly caressed the rest of his body but there was no pressure anywhere but his head - she was taking care to put all the weight of her body behind her heel as it stood on his face! How long had she been standing on him? She was balancing on his head again! "Muh-mom?" Debra smiled and looked down at him him. "Oh sweetie, your awake! How are you feeling?" Phil tried to respond but he could barely put a sentence together, and in any case he'd lost nearly all feeling in his lips and tongue. He waited ... a minute went past and she was still just smiling at him; was she honestly expecting an answer while he was being trampled under her foot? He tried to reply, but his brain felt like mush and his mouth was crushed under her bare sole. "Muh - mom ... puh please stop standing on muh ... head ..." She looked honestly shocked. "Mmm? Why sweetie?" She said, softly twisting her heel into his face. Maybe she didn't realize, he reasoned as the blood left his brain, but that was okay. He'd tell her. "It huh ... huwts ..." She pursed her lips and put a finger to them. "Well, yes, I rather imagine it does sweetie. Look, I'm standing on your head, see?" She said, sweeping a hand downwards to display the fact. It was nice of her to point that out, he thought with his head almost without blood. He could see what she meant. "Don't you like this? A little bird once told me he loved being dominated by bigger women." That was true, he did say that! He should tell her he agreed, but his tongue kept licking her salty foot as he tried to talk. "Sawwy ... mahm ... yuh- yur ... righ ...!" She smiled a beautiful, warm smile and he felt happy! "Oh that's okay sweetie, mommy knows you really like her standing on your head! Don't you?" That seemed to make sense, he thought in a surprisingly tranquil and calm state of mind. Otherwise why had he said it? "Yuh - yeth mommy ...' He said, tickling the very sole that was squashing him with his tongue. Her heel had almost pushed his skull together and the pressure downward on his brain was immense. "That's good sweetie. You don't mind if mommy stays here for a little while longer? Maybe a few hours?" "Nuh- no mom ..." She breathed in relief and rebalanced her weight on his head again. "That's wonderful sweetie! Now maybe you should kiss mommy's foot in thanks, hmm?" He tried. He pursed his lips and tried to press them against the bottom of his mom's heel, but he just couldn't reach! He could lick her sole with his tongue, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't plant his lips against his mom's foot as it squashed his head! Oh he was a bad, bad son! "Muh - mom, I can't - I can't ..." He began, frustrated. "Oh mommy was just having a little fun with you sweetheart!" She smiled again, hopping off of him. "But don't get to used to that!" She scolded him as he sat up, rubbing his sore head. "We're going to be doing that a lot from now on, because you're dating my foot and butt!" She beamed. "Oh ... yeah. I can't wait to do that." He said, scratching his head. "To do what, sweetie?" He sighed. "To give up chasing girls myself and start dating your big butt, mom." Scooping Phil up, she gave him a big kiss and swiftly attached him to - yes - those were the same leather panties she had briefly trapped Phil in several weeks ago. Holding his head, he tried to steady the dizziness that had resulted from his skyscraper of a mother standing on his head. "I lost, then." His mother smiled at him as she attached the clasps around his neck, waist, wrists and ankles. "Of course you lost sweetie. I'm your mother. You're my little boy who lives in my bottom. Buuuut I don't think you mind that much." She teased as she stroked Phil's face with her big toe, pushing him back into the seat of her panties. "I -wuh what do you mean?" "It's natural that since you've lost contact with your girlfriend and your friends at school that you'd seek out female contact, and you've taken to your role under my foot and up my bum so naturally." She smiled. "You make me really happy being in there and let's face it, you've always been the submissive type. I think it was meant to be that you end up being mommy's slave and me your dominatrix." Before Phil could respond she quickly shushed him by putting her foot on his face and explaining her newest pair of panties. "You've been living in my bum for two months, so you mostly know what your in for." "But these leather panties are going to be so tight and so hot that while I will be very comfortable in them, my bum is going to be sweating heavily very quickly. Sweating all over you, Philie!" She swayed her hips over her son. "Now I know you're going to like this sweetie; I'm not going to let you out of my bum until you've drunk a gallon of my buttsweat!" She giggled temptingly. "I want you to consume a lot of sweat from all over my bum! You're not going to get anything else to eat or drink even if you beg, even if it takes you a month! So if you want to survive in your mommys butt youre going to have to drink my booty sweat!" she winked "And if you get hungry, well ..." She blushed. Phil was dumbstruck as Debra knelt down to look at him lovingly. She gasped in surprise, and to his shame his eyes fell to see his member at full attention. He blushed blood-red as his mom covered him in her hands. "Cailie said youd love that sweetie. Ohh, you're just like me!" * After a few hours of squeezing her son and flexing her massive glutes Debra felt that her buns were now sufficiently covered in sweat for the task she'd set him and pushed her finger into her panties, rubbing her son's gaping mouth up and down her buttcrack. She'd orchestrated it perfectly and he couldnt stop her sweat from entering his mouth. She giggled as he tried to respond, only for his answer to be cut short by her sweat drowning his mouth in salty water. At night she made sure to wedge Phil's head and groin between her butt cheeks, and make sure that though her butt sweated less he was still face-deep in his moms ass, and every night she'd fart on him and every time he wiggled from the pain of inhaling her fumes he swore he could hear her giggling happily in her sleep. Escape was impossible - Philip was naked and embraced by her, his own mother's, voluptuous bottom. She giggled thinking about it, squirming her butt, a warm tickling sensation creeping up from her belly. It was the weekened, and she would go running in the park or to church with him in the seat of her pants, and whenever anyone asked where her son was she'd slap her butt proudly and say "Last time I saw him he was getting a big, refreshing drink!" as he gulped down her bumsweat or "He told me he wanted some fresher air!" Come Monday morning Phil's mom thought he'd had enough fun and took off the leather panties at last. Her son had been very industrious about licking the sweat from her arse with his tongue and she felt he deserved a break. She had to call Cailie to tug her panty-prison down because Phil's head was so securely stuck inside her bottom that it took five full minutes of pulling to remove it. As Phil's family finally freed him and laughed heartedly at his predicament he gulped down the first cool, fresh air he'd had in days. But she sauntered over to him and, blowing him a kiss as Cailie bit her tongue to stop laughing, squatted down over Phil and spread her cheeks with purpose, farting all around him so the fresh air he so desired was taken from him. Cailie couldn't stop laughing at her little brother the fart-sniffer, but her mother just stood proudly over her little defeated son. He tried to wriggle out of the way, but she held him gently in place with toes clasped around his head. "No-no sweetie. Just smelly farts for you!" She insisted, keeping her foot in place until he obeyed and breathed in all her gas. Standing with each massive foot less than half an inch from either side of his head, she smiled down at him and said how fulfilled he looked. Before she'd even said a word, he'd slogged dutifully over to her work pumps. Her heart leapt as she realized he was getting ready for the day he knew was ahead. Laying down in his role as his mother's insole, he didn't have to wait long for his mom's happy feet to eagerly enter the shoe. Resignedly he stuck out his tongue as her big toe rubbed over his face, kissing it wetly in abject submission. After all, he may as well start things off properly - he was dating this foot now. It was early morning. So early that the moon hung high in a dull, cloudy sky obfuscated with a warm haze, and dawn was a distant memory. Phil was in bed. He had a high temperature and had been running a fever for most of the day. He stirred. A heavy, pressing weight had appeared on his chest. Rolling his head and slowly creaking his eyes open, he stared ahead before croaking out. "You-you're ..." He was cut off as the enormous buttock pushed back against his pursed lips and wiggled against his face for effect. A voice sighed happily, from just above and behind the enormous, voluptuous ass that had appeared in front of him, making a smooching sound as the ass pulled back from his face. The small, dim moonlight that filtered in through the crack in his blinds illustrated the impressive form of an enormous, volumptuous rear-end floating scant inches in front of his face. It was truely massive - each cheek larger than his head whole and full with plumpness. The smallest movement made it jiggle enticing like shaken jello. "Want me to blow you a kiss sweetie?" It said. The voice was deep and careful, calm and friendly. Phil felt at ease. A pair of hands appeared from around the rim of those massive hips, bracelets adorning one hand and a ring the other, both sets of fingernails were perfectly manicured and painted deep, powerful red. They gently pressed against those glorious cheeks and pulled them apart, reavealing within the deep crack of the huge bum a tiny, brown pucker. Rolls seemed to join the heavenly bum to a broad, dimpled back. Phil enjoyed the sight; his dream girl had a few extra pounds. The bum leaned forward as the pucker swelled. Phil gasped in a daze, and lay rapt as his beautfil butt expelled gas all over his face. He breathed deep of the foul, earthy scent. When he smiled, soft laughter seemed to come from all around. "This ... is a dream ..." "Yes, sweetie." The voice giggled. "Your favourite dream, ever!" A second, higher-pitched voice joined in from somewhere just to his right and over the darkness beside the enormous, hovering bottom. "One you've been wanting for a long time!" The first voice joined it in giggling before shushing it. "Cool ... what ... what are you?" he asked. "What do you think I am?" the deeper voice purred. It seemed playful, but more patient than the second voice. "He thinks your a hot piece of ass! Right Phil? It's not often you get to meet your true love in your dreams!" The other voice sounded younger and more impatient. Phil liked them both, but couldn't think why. His fever was running very high, and he could feel that he was soaked in sweat. "No." he said. There was a pause. "No, you're ... you're my perfect butt. My dream ass." The voices gasped and tried to stop themselves but soon the sound of stifled giggling broke through the air. Phil smiled nervously and looked at each full, round buttock. "I've dreamed of meeting an ass like you! We'd just - we'd be perfect for each other!" "Aww!" The deeper voice purred, as a large, voluptuous foot reached out and gently stroked his cheeks. The skin was soft and smelly, and instantly roused him. Phil made a small sound as a toe pressed against his lips before withdrawing again. "Shall I tell you a secret, sweetie?" "Uh, yes please!" "Secretly ... I've always wanted to take my big, fleshy cheeks, spread them apart and sit on your face." The second voice made a sqeuaking sound before giggling in a high-pitched voice. "Just bury your face deep in my big bum!" The first voice was almost breaking with giggles now. "Have you - have you ever thought about having me on your face?" The bum sank softly as Phil waited for it to continue. He stared dumbly for a few minutes, before blurting out - "Yes! I - I've ... dreamed of having a girl with an ass like you to sit - uh ... you know, do stuff with." He finished lamely, smiling dumbly through the sweat and haze of fever. "Stuff like ... having me sit on your face?" The butt prodded. Phil nodded in response. "Oh, I was hoping you'd say that!" A giggling came from the second voice, as the first quickly hushed it. "But what if I was someone you knew, sweetie? What if it was even your own mother-" "I wouldn't care if you were mom's butt!" Phil blurted, his head thumping. "You're just so perfect! If you were mom's ass I'd just ask you to sit all over me!" The giggling came again from all over, the wondrous ass in front of him seeming to vibrate very quickly now. "Oh do you really want it sweetie?" "He wants it! He wants it! Tell her Phil!" The second voice jibed in urgently. "Please! Sit on my face!" The two voices conspired to giggle to each other, resulting in the delightful sight of the gelatinous rump jiggling in his face. The ass sank backward, not enough to fit Phil's head fully inside it but submerging his face perfectly in smooth, warm buttflesh. Every undulation of the glorious female rump on his face left Phil in ecstacy and his mouth drooped open, allowing the fragrant, full ass to brush against his teeth. The first voice reacted with a small, low sound and pressed backward, filling the delirious boy's mouth with ass-meat, before dragging each cheek back and forth over his face again and finally slowly settling back, gently pressing his face up into her buttcrack. There was the subtle sound of movement, as if a separate mass on his bed was shifting to get a better look at something. "Ohh yeahhh ..." Phil moaned as the bottom slowly pulled away from his sweat-soaked face. He could hear giggling coming from around him and smiled at the vision of his perfect ass. "Sounds like you enjoyed having me sit on your face, sweetie." The deeper voice said. "Sounds like he'd enjoy having you sit on his face all the time!" The second voice cut in. It seemed to be moving around, still trying to find a better angle. The two giggled, and then squealed when they saw Phil's fever-wracked face nod happily in aggreement. "No matter who I belonged to?" The glorious buttocks teased. "All I know is I want to kiss you more than I've wanted to kiss any girl I've ever met." Phil smiled. The soft light glinting off those full, glorious orbs had him in a trance, and even the heavy weight on his chest seemed pleasant now. He could feel two hands resting on his upper legs, and two large, fragrant feet were gently massaging his pillow, now sloughed in sweat. "Are you sure Phil?" The other voice giggled, "Are you sure you want to kiss this ass, and no other ass, ever again?" "Do I have your favourite bum sweetie? Even more than your girlfriend's? Do you love mine the most of any woman's butt?" The first voice cut in again as the other burst into a muffled fit of giggles. "Yes, you know I love your butt. Look at it, it's so big and full, I've never seen an arse so perfect. It's like -" "Yes sweetie?" The first voice prompted him after his short pause. Phil grinned stupidly in what he assumed was a charming grin, aimed directly at the female bottom in front of him. "It's like your ass was made for my face." He finished it off with a wink. The two voices burst into a shower of laughter, the large, beautiful bum in front of his face shaking and jiggling like an overflowing jello sculpture as Phil smiled. Finally the deeper voice managed to shush the other and the vibrating bottom settled down serenely again. "Okay - oh! Okay, allright now sweetie. I think now you finally deserve your reward, so get ready for a nice, hot faceful of bum from your own-" "But first!" The other voice cut in excitedly "She's going to blow you a kiss again!" "Oh," Phil said simply "that's nice." "Yes, but" the first voice fought back giggles "this time I want you to open your mouth for it sweetie. If I blew you a kiss and you didn't swallow all of it then I'd feel - I'd feel very embarassed!" The higher, second voice was giggling outloud now and breathing very sharply. "Okay, I'll open my mouth for it now." Phil smiled, happy to oblige his beautiful dream butt. The two hands with painted red nails and lots of glittery jewelry appeared once again and spread those gorgeous cheeks once more. Phil moved his sweating head forward and even before he opened his mouth took a deep drag of the smell of that ass. The second voice nudged the other as they both giggled, and then a few seconds later the fart came rushing out of that mammoth ass and rushed headlong down Phil's willingly-opened mouth, ruffling his hair with the force of the blast and causing him to gag on the stench. The voices nearly fell over laughing, but the first, deeper voice managed to break through it's giggles. "Okay, and now, and now Phil sweetie, I think you enjoy your special reward!" The two voices nearly exploded into laughter as Phil cocked his head, slightly confused in his fever-ridden haze. What had he just heard? "Okay, Cailie honey, hit the lights!" And suddenly light flowed into the room and Phil managed to make out his sister at his bedroom door with a videocamera with the record light on. And there sitting on his chest was that gorgeous, immense ass, but the hands spreading it's cheeks apart and the body the butt belonged to didn't belong to his dream girl - the owner of the perfect ass, the amazing gelatinous bottom to which he'd just declared his undying love, was his own giggling mother! Phil struggled to process this information as his bed suddenly seemed very tight and the room seemed to be spinning again. "Here you go sweetie, a nice, hot faceful of your own mother's bum!" "Well mom, I think we know what to finally get Phil for his birthday next week." Cailie gasped. "What honey? A signed picture of my bum?" She laughed. "No mom! A snorkel for when you sit on his face!" They both exploded into laughter. "Actually," Phil's mom continued, "I've been thinking about getting measured for some sexy leather panties ..." "Oh yeah?" She looked mischeviously at her daughter. "I wonder if they do measurement's for mother's who want their son's face in the back of their panties!" And mother and daughter continued laughing and chatting until the sun came up. Much later in the day Phil's mom checked in on him, but he was still out like a light. She smiled; he had a big, dirty smile on his face. She gave him a kiss on the forehead, left a glass of water and some toast by his bed, and closed the door behind her. * He had been trapped in here for days now. Phil's mom's ass had molded so tight to his face that it filled up his nostrils and only a sliver of air allowed by the crack of her ass to circulate got through to his open mouth which seemed to be constantly full of her salty sweat. Gulping down yet another mouthful of his mom's butt-sweat Phil heard her stomach gurgling above him and sighed happily as she giggled, realizing what was coming. Eventually a gigantic fart blasted him out of his mother's ass and blew him clean into the air. Debra tried to catch him with her foot but just ended up smashing him into a pile of her dirty underwear lying in the washing up basket. As he landed Phil supposed there would be one or two of Christine's undies in here, but he could make out a majority of his mom's panties because he had spent the past month in them, locked away from the rest of the world in the loving motherly clamp of his mom's ass-cheeks, including her horribly tight, sweaty leather panties which he had now landed in face-first. There was still a trace of her buttsweat in the seat of the leather, and of course it found it's way into his mouth as he made his entrance into the pile of panties. Seeing this, his mom smiled at him. "Oh Phil, you are just incorrigible!" she said as she kneaded the leather over his head, trapping it in the airless, used panties "I tell you what sweetie, I know these are your favourite panties." she winked. "Your birthday is coming up next week. I promise I'll make it special. I'm going to put you in these panties and wedge your face tightly up my bum in front of everyone at your birthday party! All your friends and family will see your head go straight up your own mother's bum!" She cooed. "It'll be a life-changing experience for you! And I promise I'll keep you in there for a whole week this time! Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week! And I'll eat lots of beans and tacos so you can spend the whole week with your mother farting on your face! The only thing you'll eat or drink will be what's in my ass!" She hugged Phil tightly as she felt him kicking and pulling at the leather, trying to get the suffocating panties she had covered his face with off his head. "Now now sweetie, let mommy have her fun!" She giggled, and redoubled her efforts to hold her underwear over Phil's face until at last his body stopped kicking and went limp and then unfolded the panties over the tub. Just for good measure though, she caught her son in her massive thighs and crushed his unconscious form between her massive legs for a minute straight. She moaned sensually as her hungry tree-trunk thighs devoured her son's body "Oh Phil, I love doing this to you." Checking on his face and seeing his skin go slightly blue from her clamp Debra finally unclamped her thighs from around her little boy and dropped him in the water. She placed him on one of Cailie's old Barbie doll's she'd take into the bath, wedging his face between the doll's pointy breasts and wrapping her arms and legs around Phil. Debra giggled as seconds later the doll capsized, waking Phil suddenly as a pair of big plastic breaths kept him from the surface. After a few seconds of splashing Phil managed to right himself, but he barely got a minute to recover before Debra's plump foot came smashing heavily down on top of his body, and Phil was once again crushed under his "girlfriend", her heavy heel driving his face down into the warm depths of the bathtub. "Look sweetie!" She cried "Debbie's gotten heavier!" His mom had lifted her other leg daintily in the air and was giggling as she struggled to maintain her balance. "All my weights on you now sweetie! How's it feel to have an entire woman, your own mother, stand on your tiny head?" Debra knew it must have been unreal. All her titanic weight was centred on his poor, tiny head through her crushing heel. The water helped lessen the weight a little but Phil could feel the blood pounding in his head and a ringing in his ears and knew if his mom, his own mom didn't stop standing on his face soon it'd be too late. Mercifully Debra quickly hopped backwards and reapplied her heel's pressure so it was only crushing her son's groin into the floor of the tub. Laughing at Phil's relieved reaction she then sumptuously sank into the tub, allowing Phil to float to the surface and quickly gave him one of Christine's Barbies again to hang on to as she playfully batted it around the tub. After Phil had rested for a few seconds his mom pulled his reluctant body off the duckie and dropped it in the water again. "Come on sweetie" she purred, playfully dunking Phil's head under the water with her big feet, "mommy wants to relax in our bath too. That means you have to help her out by putting your face up her ass!" Phil looked around and suddenly noticed the bottle of wine and scented candles Debra had placed around the tub while he was struggling in her smelly undies. "R-really mom?" he said desperately, "Are you sure you don't want me to - to rub your feet first or anything -" "Oh don't you worry about that, I've got something that'll help you out. But first you've got to get down there!" And with that his mom dunked him under with her large feet again and Phil began to swim as fast as he could to his mom's ass. Pressing softly between her plump cheeks with a gentle "shhlp" you hoped against hope she had a plan to stop you from drowning in her butt. As luck would have it you discovered a pocket of air just in front of her anus, and when she felt your breath tickling her asshole she laughed and said "Good boy!" "Mmm, isn't this perfect Philip? Great lighting, great bubbles, great wine ..." She took a sip of a glass she'd casually placed by her elbow. "And you embraced by my butt and getting an indulgent amount of my gas straight from the source to your lungs." She smiled. "What's the vintage on my farts, sweetie? Do they taste extra-good? I've been adding a lot of spice to my tacos, I hope you can taste them." Phil knew she was truly serious. Really, she was. And this made his fear about becoming addicted to her farts slightly lessen, but it wasn't like he could do much about it anyway with her forcing her methane into his lungs and with his body entombed far up her ass. Phil breathed deep and slow, and allowed his mom's farts to replace the oxygen in his lungs and the warm caresses of her butt-cheeks to relax him as his mom unwound on top his tiny form and simply floated on him. She would constantly fart down so that her son would get an extra helping of her ass-gas, and then sat on him. And floated. Phil's passions rose as he wrapped his arms around his lover's curvaceous form and pulled her close to him, heart beating fast as her heavy, succulent flesh pressed against his. Nervously, Phil leaned down and kissed his way softly along her neck, feeling her flex and react to his every ministration. He could feel her weight shift; pinning him down to the ground but twisting and turning on top of him. Giving in to temptation Phil planted a long, wet kiss directly on his mother's big toe. The rain sloughed against the window but Debra didn't wake up. She had strapped her miniscule son to her foot at night for weeks now and while once she had taken pleasure in his attempts to escape her dominating foot she enjoyed even more now his nightly dalliances with it, believing her forcing him to acclimatize to life on her foot, including treating her left foot as his girlfriend "Debbie", was taking it's toll on him. She luxuriated in the fact that covering him in so massive a part of her body was having this effect on him. He still resisted being put up her huge, smothering ass all the time, but she wasn't going to give up and deprive her son of the joy of living in his own mom's arse, and besides, he had the rest of his life to get used to her ass. Of course Debra didn't know her son was having an affair with her foot while she slept; her body merely reacted to the sensation of Phil's miniscule body rubbing and pressing against it, and Phil's addled mind had taken this as displays of affection from "Debbie." He had grown used to calling her after his mother rather than his girlfriend for a few reasons; Debbie was older than him and always liked to be in control; Debbie's butt ( or heel) was much bigger than his girlfriend's; and Debbie loved to facesit him (or as his mother loved to tease, she would "stand on his head") just like his mom did. Phil could feel the memories of Lashondra slipping away from him into the ether as he spent more and more time kissing and fondling his mom's foot. Sometimes he'd wonder what Lashondra would think if she saw him cheating on her with his mom's left foot, but then her toes would wrap around his head and squeeze him out or she would stand on his face and suddenly that didn't seem to matter. Tonight Phil was taking advantage of his alone time with Debbie and had been making out constantly. This kind of time was rare, for weeks now Phil had woken up attached to the bottom of his mom's foot and would spend the day being crushed in her work-shoes, or wake up in her buttcrack and spend the day in the seat of her underwear absorbing her farts and helping her relieve her stress at work. He licked his girlfriend playfully, right on the big toe. Her skin was thick and slightly salty but free of scent after his mom's shower. He stroked the curvy ball of her foot and ground his hips slowly against her sole. Phil's mom giggled softly in her sleep and he imagined it was her giant foot teasing him. He let out a low sigh, determined to take his pleasure wherever he could, and buried his face in his mom's big fleshy toe.
* Hours passed. The thunder roared outside as rain crashed against the darkened window. Phil buried his head between his mom's toes. He hated thunderstorms. Ever since he was a kid, when he had been caught out in a torrential downpour on his way home from soccer practice, he had been terrified of the drenching rain and deafening thunder. Only Cailie had got him through it; the knowledge that he had to protect his little sister, sniffling and shivvering in the rain, drenched to the bone and eyes wet with tears, kept him going on with a brave face until their mom had finally found them one block from the train station. His mom's body shifted in response, stroking his face reassuringly between her big and middle toes. Phil suddenly felt cold. Attached as he was to his mother's sole he became suddenly aware that his back was open to the rain pattering against their bedroom window. Instinctively he pulled on his mother's toes and sole, seeking warmth and cover from his fears, but it wouldn't budge. For the first time in months he couldn't get his mom's foot to rest on him. "Please mom ..." he begged, pressing her toes over his ears, "please rest your big foot on top of my body! Please stand on me and bury me in your sole! Please save me from that terrible thunder ..." "Debbie, Debbie!" He said, beginning to kiss the big toe desperately, "Come on, it's me, your boyfriend! Please sit on me! Stand on my head, anything! Come on, do me like your normally do!" He began humping his hips against the soft sole of the foot again, until a loud thunderclap awoke him. "Wait, what am I doing here? I can handle this." He looked over, just off in the distance was his mom's dozing ass. "Mom's ass is the biggest, heaviest I've ever seen. I bet I won't be able to hear anything in there!" He slowly pried himself off the foot and gave it a goodbye kiss, before setting out for his mom's asscrack. The walk to his mom's ass took a while, with Phil pressing his head inbetween his mom's closed thighs everytime lightning struck outside. It was difficult in the pitch darkness, but eventually the bed-silks started getting warmer from his mom's body heat and the familiar smell of her methane began to fill the air reassuringly. At last, after bumping into something soft and warm, a flash of lightning showed he was face-to-face with his mother's ass. Phil pressed his right ear against her lower cheek, and closed his eyes. If he concentrated he could hear her bowels rumbling, preparing to expel gas into the air and, more often than not, into her son. Four months. It had been four months since his sentence inside his mom's ass had begun, with extended stays in her foot-prison as well. But Phil shook his head - he didn't really beliebe he was being punished by his mom anymore. It was clear that his mom just ... really enjoyed this. Did she really believe he belonged in her ass? That it was her own son's duty to endure being stepped on by his mother every day? A thunderclap. He looked down. He was standing to attention again. Phil closed his eyes. And then he did the most normal thing in the world - he pushed his face into his own mother's ass and with a gentle sound his face slid up her buttcrack. Shhllpp. After a few seconds strong wiggling the rest of him followed his face up his mom's butt. He was so pleased to get away from the rain and the thunder that the smothering nature of his mom's buttocks crushing down on him didn't bother Phil. It was warm in here, like a pleasant sauna. It felt like those maternal butocks were hugging him, protecting him from the storm. His mom's bodyheat was warming him up as well and he began to breath through his mouth, at least for a few minutes until it filled with his mom's ass-flesh. He smiled happily, it was second nature to him now to allow his mom's ass-flesh to fill his mouth. It felt so safe in here. The thunderous sounds from the storm were cut off, his mom's body-heat warmed him from the cold and the crack of her gently-dozing ass let in just enough air to relax comfortably. It was, he decided, better than Queen-size bed. "How does it feel? Is it good? Is it good?" She wiggled her bum on him, and then pulled her cheeks apart to let him fall out. As he landed on the bed she reached down and picked him up, smiling as she did so. "Mom, you ... you knew I was there?" "Of course I did, sweetie! Everytime you crawl on your hands and knees into my ass I feel like a wild woman, like a fire has been lit inside my bum! I'm so proud of you!" She said, pulling Phil in for a big kiss. "But then, there's also a problem ..." she smirked. "You decided to use my glorious bottom for your own ends did you?" His mom smiled down at him. "There's only one punishment for that sweetie. The pressure-cooker!" She grinned, and dropped her only son into the crack of her ass, and squeezed tightly. For the next twenty-four hours Phil wouldn't be released from the warm oven of his mom's ass even for a second, and she would continuously squeeze his body and grind her little son between her two huge buttocks. He would be dehydrated unless he continuously let her ass's sweat into his mouth, and there was only one thing to eat. Worst of all was the air supply - in order to stop his mom from suffocating him he would have to push his own head through her butt-cheeks and into her asshole, prying open the ring of her anus with his face and breathing in her methane for the rest of the day while her anus chewed on his neck. Debra loved this, both because of how good it felt to do it and because it was great for keeping her glutes toned and round. Afterwards she would always sit on Phil's face as a thank-you for helping her exercise her lovely bum. But that was a long time away now, and she simply got ready to go downstairs for breakfast. The week before Phil's birthday.
Later that morning the camera found Phil getting peeled off his mom's now very smelly and sweaty foot and plopped into a tight pair of leather panties. "Now this is a place my son is only too familiar with." Debra panted, still catching her breath after her enormous morning run. "The crack of my ass!" She spun around and spread her enormous cheeks, showing off her awesome ass-crack to the camera. "My son will be imprisoned in the back of these panties and transported to his rightful home here, between my butt-cheeks!" Cailie helpfully held Phil up against their mom's buttock; for comparison's sake he looked like a GI-Joe up beside an enormous pumpkin. "My huge butt will massage, grind, squash and smother Phil as he's trapped up his mom's ass! He's been spending the past few months here," she pointed at the direct centre of her ass, "and he knows there's no escape! He'll have to smell my gas and drink my buttsweat all day, because we're not going to feed Phil anything but this so he enjoys his birthday cake all the more!" Mother and daughter both laughed. "You might've noticed we're doing a lot to make Phil swallow my body's sweat. There's two reasons for this: a, It's always been a bit of a fetish of mine and I think it's good for Phil to drink his mommy's body-sweat, and b, starting on his birthday we'll only be giving Phil drinks that contain sweat from either my or his big sister's body, but shhh! He doesn't know that yet!" Debra giggled. * The following day opened with Cailie getting a close up Debra struggling to stuff her copious cleavage into an obviously too-small brassiere. "Why on't you tell us what you're doing mom?" She prodded. "I am quite busty, and, well" she blushed, "Cailie made the pretty good point that Phil is never going to be able to touch the boobs of a girl his own age, so we thought we'd work a little treat into this particular kind of torment by stuffing him in my bra for a time every day." The camera suddenly swivelled around momentarily to face Cailie. "We actually did this one for the first time yesterday when mom made Phil suck her nipples as he was in there, but-" "Oh I did not honey," Debra interrupted irritably, "I simply ... stuffed my big nipple into his face. The fact that his mouth was open when it happened was a complete coincidence and frankly," she blustered "I fed him from my breasts when he was a little baby so I don't see what the problem is anyway!" She pouted.
The week passed in camera-shots. Debra chewing something while watching TV, only to stick her tongue out teasingly at the camera to reveal Phil wrapped up in it. Cailie sneaking into her mother's bedroom one moonlit night to spread her heavy cheeks and film her little battered brother nestled unconscious between them. Debra typing at her computer desk only to lift up her armpit to reveal her son gagging on the acrid stench and sweat therein. Zooming into her mom's old pumps to find Phil still unconscious in them with giant red toe-marks imprinted on his face. Debra sitting in a wooden chair, happily reading her book as the back leg crushed her son writhed and moaned under the back leg, the oak foot and his mom's weight resting on his head as she smiled serenely at his cries for help. And Chrisine's favourite, catching her mom wiping her enormous ass with her tiny son late one night after she heard a toilet flush. It went on and on. * The morning of Phil's birthday. Cailie opened filming on Phil as he lay, free for the first time in a week, on the floor of his mom's bedroom. Slowly he turned and regained consciousness, only for -BOOM!!- the giant sole of his mother's foot to land on his face. Stunned momentarily by the impact, Phil could barely gape in astonishment as the foot retreated and seconds later landed on him again. -BOOM!!- Cailie backed up to reveal her mother panting loudly and happily as she hurriedly mounted a chair positioned just in front of Phil's tiny body. Laughing happily she jumped into the air and came crashing down on top of her little son.
The sun beamed down over the city as it baked in the heat of the hottest summer on record. Most people retreated indoors to the relative comfort of their AC, or sought refuge at a local pool. Debra had chosen the latter. The sundeck creaked noisily as she reclined into it. The past few years had been good to her and she'd risen to become president of her own office, meaning she could afford plenty of extra booze, ice cream and other treats that she liked, resulting in a slightly chunkier figure and a much larger bottom. This bottom she now rested on her rooftop sundeck, calling over a waitress from the bar with a friendly nod. Everything had come so easily to her, she smiled, after she started keeping her son in her ass full-time. She recalled with relish the day when she had revealed their relationship to all his friends and family, pulling Phil slowly out of her bottom at his birthday party as Cailie filmed all the guests reactions. Some of his friends had left in disgust and others giggled and began at once to spread embarassing rumours about the boy who lived in his mother's ass, but his all-female family had smiled and laughed uproariously at the actions his mother had forced him into. The knowledge that she had orchestrated the six months that he was shrunk and "punished" by being stood on and forced up his own mother's arse had broken his heart, and she took some satisfaction in allowing him to grow back to normal size only to strap his face into her copious butt as she leaned over his birthday cake (smushing it with her copious brests) and his family sung "Happy Birthday" to him and continued the party, chatting politely with each other as they laughed and cheered his mother on to fart and sit on his face. She was only too happy to oblige of course, though she did let him briefly out of her arse to eat some cake - while she and his sister wrapped their huge thighs around his head and neck and headscissored him as he despairingly ate. Watching Phil struggle to eat, to try and pretend things were still normal as his head slowly dissappeared between thighs that were much, much bigger than it was so cathartic. At one point eight pairs of strong female legs were scissoring his body at once, his mother always at his head. Phil's despair willed them on, and they eagerly squeezed him between their many thighs. She remembered exquisitely pointing out that Lashondra was here, and the fun they both had as they faced away from each other, locked arms and took turns burying Phil's face between their gargantuan hindquarters. Lashondra liked pointing out how heartbreaking this must be for Phil, but Phil's mom didn't do this because she wanted to hurt her son - on the contrary, she was simply showing him his place in life, and that was between her ass-cheeks, or under her feet as she enjoyed standing on him. His sister was allowed her own career, good friends and maybe someday her own family, but Phil would be crushed under her feet and hidden away up her ass, far away from attractive young girls. She giggled; this torture was sweet indeed! "You're a very pretty girl," she said pleasantly to the approaching waittress, "my son would be about your age, and I think he'd be quite interested in you! Please, describe yourself so he can hear you." The busty latin beauty looked down to Debra's enormous rump, to where she had tied her son face-first into her buttcleft 3 hours earlier. "Of course ma'am." The mexican waitress replied. "My name is Conchita. I'm 19 years old, from Chihuahua, Mexico. I've got long, dark hair, smooth, silky skin, wonderful 36d breasts and my favourite feature is my big, round booty!" She smiled, causing Debra to giggle loudly."Is something funny, miss?" "Oh no, it's just that I think my son has had bout all the ass he can stand for one lifetime!" Debra replied as she reached over and took a sip of her ice-cold cocktail. "Perhaps we should get you two acquainted?" She said, motioning backwards in the direction of her ass, where her thong lay splayed on her twin cheeks. Looking closer, Conchita could see the seat of the lady's thong was in fact a little boy with his arms and legs tied and pulled firmly against his captor's bottom. His head appeared to be lost somewhere, as only his neck was visible before dissappearing into the crack of the lady's ass. Though wracked with heat and sweat Phil suddenly struggled visibly. Phil was listening intently as he struggled against his mom's bindings - the knowledge that there was an attractive young girl who knew of his plight at once invigorated and frustrated him. "Oh that's very nice of you to offer miss, but I'm afraid I could never love a person who spends all his time with his face up his own mother's backside." She smiled, as she wandered off to refresh her drinks tray."Funny," Debra laughed as she stretched out on the sundeck, chewing on the little face of her tiny son with her buttocks, "that's just what I always wanted." Moaning as his dominating mother's titanic butt-cheeks ground up and down around his head and groin, Phil was finally handed a bit of luck as her grinding unexpectedly helped his face to pop-out of her butt-cleft at last. Feeling dehydrated, his face drenched in sweat and beet read thanks to the endless pressure from his mom's hindquarters Phil called out to the retreating figure of the waitress, but only a dry rasp escaped his lips as his face fell exhausted against his mom's right butt-cheek. "Oh, thirsty sweetie? Have to come up for a little air? Here's a little something for you Phillie, drink it all up now." Debra dribbled a few drops of her cocktail from her curly straw onto her son's face, which he quickly lapped up, licking her ass-cheek greedily and without shame to extract all the water he could from the present. "Mom," he rasped, breathless and baking in the humid afternoon "mom, please ..." Debra reached backwards to touch her little, struggling son, who had spent the last forty minutes working his head out of the sweaty, warm clamp of her ass, and pressed forward, gently engulfing his face within her butt-crack with a silent smile. "Hush now, sweetie. Thongs don't talk." She said, pressing his tiny head into the smelliest part of her buttcrack. She had to admit, if this weather kept up everyday Philip was going to leave a wonderful, permanent tanline on her bottom. The idea of a piece of body-art celebrating her dominance over her son appealed to Debra's sensibilities - perhaps she would get a tattoo; she had been considering getting "Home Sweet Home" drawn at the top of her buttcrack, but she wasn't sure how often her son would see it and she wasn't sold on the idea of getting something tattooed between her cheeks yet. Apart from Phil, she giggled to herself. She could easily afford to get it removed anyway, she thought to herself. She could easily afford anything now. With her amazing success at work she'd remodeled their house, bought a new car, a new kitchen, bathroom bedroom suites, a beautiful plasma television and now every pair of her panties had a space for Phil to be strapped into in the back. She had twelve pairs of leather underwear to attach her ass to his fully-grown face whenever she felt in the mood. She could afford to have her friends, her sisters, all her family over whenever she wanted, and what was best was she could force her son to stay in her ass or her shoes throughout the entire thing! She had no need for companionship, for her little son was always with her, whether trapped underfoot in her shoes or tethered to her generous, rounded behind as he was now. And she felt much better knowing she was forcing him to live with his mother standing on him and putting him up her own bum everyday. If it had been any other person then it just wouldn't have been the same. It had to be her son up her bum. That was the best place for him. That was his destiny. She luxiarated at the feeling of his tiny head poking up her buttcrack. He must feel so demoralized, so defeated. She smiled and gently began bouncing those big globes of rear-meat on the deck, clapping them around Phil's tiny head. Debra smirked, knowing this was the life she had thrust him face-first into. Cailie meanwhile had been given the chance to go off to college and, making the most of her oppurtunity, had graduated with a first class degree and together with the many good friends and connections she had made had allowed her to become a successful and hugely popular Hollywood actress. Wedding bells were on the horizon with her wonderful director boyfriend, and though she was now a wealthy, popular celebrity and complete human being she occasionally found time to come back home and give her little brother a break from life between his mother's butt-cheeks. Rumour had it however that she was even now pitching a script to the major studios involving a mother who turns her son's life around by shrinking him and enforcing some ... strict living conditions. Phil, however, had spent the past 6 years of his life wedged unwillingly up his own mother's ass-crack. He had been instructed to treat it as his goddess and girlfriend. He was to be intimate, servile and reverent. She had made him spend his life devoting himself to her crack and glorious cheeks, and the space between her buttocks became his natural home. After a few months of walking around with Philip's face strapped into the crack of her ass following his wonderful birthday Debra shrunk Phil down once again, popped him into her bottom and never looked back. Day after day had gone by where he would wake up to the welcoming clamp of his mother's butt-cheeks on his head, or strapped onto her sole with her toes jostling for position on his battered face, either way with his face buried in her skin and his member embarassingly hard. Every day of his life she had dominated him utterly, using him as an insole for her shoes and as panties to cover her ass. Phil had to learn about foot massages very early, and had to become an expert at washing his mom's sole with his tongue every night because she wanted the last thing in his mouth every day to be either her footjam or buttflesh. He learned to tell whether his mom was having a good day at work by whether she put his face in her shoe under her soft, smelly toes or under her hard, heavy heel. If he was in her panties his job was to absorb her farts so they didn't stink or alert any of her clients to her tension, although of course he had come to realize she simply loved doing this to him too. And certainly, whenever his mom was really frustrated at work she'd bounce on him while he was dropped onto her leather chair, often jumping into the air and tensing her glutes as hard as she could or grabbing the arms of the chair and slamming her rump down as hard as she could on his little body for minutes at a time. Phil had lost count of the amount of times her butt and feet had beaten him over the years and made him black out. Three years ago she enacted a new rule that said Phil could only eat the food that she dropped under her feet or into her buttcrack. One year ago she began occasionally feeding Phil on what escaped from her ass. His mom apparently sent Cailie photos of him eating his "Birthday Cake" this year. Oh, that reminded her ... * Phil's head was swimming has he came to - he tried to remember why he'd blacked out but it happened so often it was almost pointless these days. It was almost always to do with his mom's buttocks. Sometimes he was sure when she wedged his head between her cheeks she forgot they were the size of houses to him! He thought it was the heat, but he couldn't be sure. He had been allowed to grow back to his regular size at the least and - *clink!* - what was that? Why where his handcuffs on? He looked behind him and his head hit something ceramic. He - he was handcuffed to the toilet-bowl again. His face paled as he turned around and there was his mom, facing away but looking over her shoulder with a grin like the Cheshire Cat. "Open wide, Phil!" As she began to sit back and spread her cheeks, looking back to make sure she was "on-target" ... Oh no, oh no no no no ... * "Here sweetie! Dinner time!" She lifted one bulbous cheek off the glittering porcelain of the toilet bowl and spread it, creating an intimate little gap just in front of her anus for her son's head to go. Shuffling forward, Phil pressed his lips against his mom's asshole as she let her awesome hips press down over his face. Gently taking her son's hands she placed them on the floor and rested her soft, slightly wrinkled soles on them. They were a perfect fit, her toes interwining with her sons hands cutely. She relaxed and her anus began to bulge. After a few seconds of laying back on the toilet she noticed her son's penis start to lengthen. She giggled as she watched his member rise up like a towering spire as she fed him from her asshole. "My, you're really enjoying this these days, aren't you Phil sweetie?" She teased, squeezing his hands with her feet. There was only the sound of his anxious swallowing. A few minutes later and she was all done. Phil was still cleaning her asshole but she preferred the sensation of his fully-grown face in her ass right now so she didn't shrink him back, and simply walked back to her rooftop pool, naked but for the strong leather strap burying her son's face in her rotund rump. Phil was forced to shuffle along on his hands and knees behind her, trapped in a particularly awkward position with his puckered lips against his mom's anal ring. Suddenly his face bumped even more into his mom's butt as she stopped. "Oh wait sweetie. I've got a little reward for you." She said, bending down to reach her feet and almost breaking her son's neck by pushing her large hips back into him. "I know you like how my big, smelly feet feel, and I love feeling you under them, so I thought this'd be a nice treat for both of us to remind us that my place is to stand on you and sit on your face." She smiled, as she finished working. In the end, she had attached Phil's open hands to the soft, heavy bottoms of her feet with the same kind of leather strap that had kept his face in her ass for years now. The mother's soles now stood on top of her son's palms, their fingers and toes entertwined as if in a comforting embrace between two lovers, but of course Phil's mom controlled his life and so the lowest part of her body was bound on top of a precious part of his. She took a minute to wiggle her toes between his fingers and ensure he couldn't forget that his mom was walking on his hands as a treat. Despite himself Phil liked this. It was like holding hands with a real girl. And his mom's feet were so heavy and soft, it was right that she would hold his hands with her soles. By now he wouldn't know what to do with her hands, but her feet, those he carefully held like the tender embrace of a lover. If he tried really hard, he could almost pretend he was on a walk with his girlfriend. But no, he was face-first up his mother's ass. And then she began walking again. His mom wasn't going lightly, and with every extravagant twist of her hips as she stepped her heels drilled into his palms as she sauntered slowly, deliciously slowly towards the awaiting sundeck where she could see someone was now waiting ... "Oh come on sweetie, surely my big, sexy feet aren't that heavy!" Phil begged to differ. He was currently subdued under his mother's left foot, fighting for his life against her descending sole. The soft, pungent flesh was half a foot from his face and only the utmost strength of his arms and legs was keeping it from overcoming him entirely. "Remember our little deal sweetie - you manage to push my motherly foot off your teeny little body and you can do the interview sat beside me on this chair." She patted her sundeck daintily. "If, however, you succumb to my sole and get squashed into the floor by your big mom's foot, then you'll be spending our first ever interview lodged straight up my bottom." She suddenly turned to the lady seated opposite her, pen and notebook at the ready and eagerly watching the spectacle opposite her. "Or maybe under that foot, instead. We'll let Lashondra decide that one." Phil's ex-girlfriend, now a successful lifestyle journalist, smiled politely at Mrs. Metzger as she playfully swivelled her foot around her little battling son. She leaned closer to Debra and whispered conspiratoriously "You know, he looks very overmatched. Has he ever beaten you at this game?" "Not once." Mrs Metzger smiled proudly. "I do like to play around with him and encourage him to try, but it's important that he know what his place is and one of the best ways of doing that is by this." She said, and suddenly her heel, which was resting against Phil's raised knees, had pushed them apart and had crashed into her minute son's exposed groin, splaying his legs wide open and grounding his lap against the worn wooden decking. "Nnnnngggrrrhhhh!!" Phil groaned, to his audience's giggles. His face was blood red with effort and the veins in his neck were standing out hideously, but his arms stayed resolute and erect even as his mom's heel crushed his groin painfully. "Oooh, he's still fighting! You're doing very well Phillie!" His mom said sweetly. His ex leaned down and complied "Yes Phil, we're all very impressed with how long you have been able to resist being stood on all over by your own mother." She said flatly, much to Mrs Metzger's amusement. Phil turned to say something at this, but all of a sudden his hand slipped and his mother's face lit up with an "Ooooh!" as she seized her chance. Phil's ex watched from the side as his mother's foot began overtaking his body, her cooing and making baby noises all the while. His hands were doubled over but still trying to hold up the ball of her foot from touching his chest, but they were slowly collapsing under the pressure as his mom's toes repeatedly devoured his head and her massive heel ground relentlessly on his demolished pelvis. "Ooh! Ooh! Who's got your head? Who's got your head? Has mommy's big foot got little Phil's face? Hu hu hu hu hu!" Mrs Metzger's energetic footplay was rapidly approaching a scene in a sci-fi horror movie. It was like watching an alien life-form attach to the face of a human and watch it energetically mate with it, depriving it's victim of all oxygen in the process. Lashondra noted this down as Phil's arms slowly collapsed to the floor under his mother's constant foot-pressure. "Ah, that was fun." Debra smiled, as she removed her foot from her defeated little boy. "Oh," she said, as Lashondra stretched out a hand holding a black stilleto heel and proferred it to her, "Made up your mind already have you?" She smiled again, taking it. "That was ... amazing." Lashondra replied, before holding out a pair of nylon stockings and waggling her eyebrows mischeviously. "Oh, you naughty girl." Phil's mom giggled as she held them a loft and picked Phil up before dropping him into one leg of the stockings. "Mom," he began in a hurry, trying to get a foothold in the tan mesh of the stockings "mom, mom no, no. You promised no more of this. The smell will be - mmmmnnph!!" Phil was cut off as Mrs Metzger's foot entered the stocking and her toes latched onto his face, dragging his tiny body back to their lair at the foot of the nylon. "Don't be silly, Phil, it's only for a few minutes. Besides, you lost the game. The loser has to do whatever the winner wants, that's our rule." "Bmmf mmmmnnphhff-!!" "Don't talk with your mouth full." She quipped, and stood up straight, pressing fully half her body weight flat on her little son until she felt his soft little form go rigid under pressure. Sitting down elegantly she then proceeded to put on both stilettos and mere rest her heavy, pungent feet all over her little son. Resting her own elbows on her knees and her smiling face on her hands, she then sighed. "Now, what was it you wanted to chat about?" Lashondra was still staring at the left stilleto Debra Metzger was wearing. She was wearing it so casually but Lashondra knew that right there, inside that expensive black shoe and under his mother's heavy, unconquerable weight was a little boy, her ex-boyfriend, fighting for his life against his mother's feet. "He's really in there." She said breathless. "He just has to take it as you stand on him. Your feet look soft but to him they must be immense, and your in heels so more of your weight is resting on his chest and face. There can't be much room for his nose amongst all your toes and footsmell, he must be barely able to breathe." Mrs Metzger smiled. "He's been in worse. He's been in my leather knee-boots, my heavy hiking boots, my dancing shoes, the seat of my diving suit ..." "How did you -?" "Tied an air supply around his face and attached it to my anus. He can breathe my gas for four hours before passing out now. He gets high as a kite, of course but it's very enjoyable to know I'm supplying my son with his own little drug trips, forcing him to get high. And he's very funny when he's out of it and doesn't know why he's trapped in my bum." She smiled. "Let's see, he's been in my ass, been up my ass, been up my armpits, in the crook of my knee, between my boobs. Been storing him in my mouth and chewing on him a bit - I used to do that one a lot, I think I'm bringing it back now." "What do you find helps - I mean, what position do you find helps you most with your, um." "Ah, my legendary decision making skills!" Debra beamed. "Yes," Lashondra smiled obligingly, "you've become quite famous in business circles for your tough yet fair approach, and an excellent capacity to make the tough decisions needed to keep your business succeeding." Mrs Metzger wiggled her feet at that. She could feel Phil's little chest rising and falling erratically. He was hyperventilating in her stockings, so she grabbed his face with her toes to steady him. "You're really asking two questions there. The first is when I'm in a meeting and as you implied, have to deal with the tough and stressful decisions. That's when my little stress-toy comes into play. There is nothing more relaxing for a mother to know," she began earnestly, "than that her darling son is at once completely safe and utterly under her control. To know that his body is there, under your foot, because of you and what you achieved and he just has to face the consequences." She slapped her knee to make a point. "At the end of the day, he knows it's an important part of my job and I'm very greatful to have such a compliant son." "It's not all your pleasure then?" "Oh heavens no," Mrs Metzger giggled, "after spending a few hours in my shoes he positively leaps up my bum when I get back to my office. That's where I like him when I do most of my brainstorming. Devising long term business strategies, financial plans, marketing ideas - they all come a lot easier when I put little Phillie in my bum." She let Lashondra catch up. "Sometimes I like to change it up - I'll attach the little air-supply I was telling you about and laugh as he gets high, I'll put him on my big, expensive leather chair and just grind on him. Sometimes I like to just tense my glutes into iron-hard boulders and jump up and just bounce and bounce on him until he blacks out." "Sometimes," and here she whispered very quietly, "I'll keep on doing it even after he's unconscious." She leaned back again and closed her eyes. "It just feels that good. You have no idea. I keep my own darling son in my ass. He'll never have a girlfriend, he makes out with my feet every-night. He'll never go to college - he'll live in my buttcrack forever." Debra moaned as Lashondra kept scribbling and the sun dipped in the sky. "Mmm, the rest of his life in my bottom. And his sister gets to go and live her own dreams. And he knows there's pretty girls out there, and a life he'll never know. He'll hear children playing, and attractive young girls his age laughing, and he'll imagine their tight young bodies," she grinned, eyes shut, "and then I'll sit on his face and punish him for dreaming about a life he'll never have." She opened her eyes. "How's that for a mother's love." She winked. Lashondra kept scribbling furiously. "Any recent developments in your preferences?" Mrs Metzger thought for a moment. "I've found I quite like having him at full-size now so his face can fit so snugly into my bum." She looked thoughtful. "There were certain things you just couldn't do when he was smaller. He was just a growing boy, so having him chained into my ass would've been nothing special and so I tended to just shrink him and keep him in my butt or shoes. But now he's bigger, well." She smiled, looking down at her foot. "Having my fully-grown son strapped face-first into my voluptuous ass while his finger are lovingly intertwined with my toes as I walk on his hands, well," she smiled, "it makes a mother feel very big." The reporter's pen kept on scribbling.
* Phil was sat on the wooden railing bisecting the pool from the bar. He had recovered from earlier and was wearing a little bathrobe to keep the nip of the night-air away. From here he had an excellent view over the city as the sun set, far between two great hills in the west. "Remind you of anything?" His mom said warmly, appearing from the bar and leaning against the railing, offering a little glass to him. "A beautiful bright sun going down between two immense, round hills? It's champagne." She giggled. Relieved, Phil took it eagerly. "So, where am I sleeping tonight?" Grinning, his mom spun around and pointed exaggeratedly at her wide hips. "M'butt. I'll drop you onto the bed first and you can just crawl in in your own time. But I might need to go to the bathroom in the night and I want you ready for number two's." Phil looked flushed and nervous. "You know, I was thinking that- that maybe you could try letting me sleep on my own for a change. Maybe just for one night, you know, like I used to. I don't mind if it's in your panty drawer or whatever but sometimes I just miss being my own person -" "You are your own person." " - or a girlfriend or a job -" His mom shushed him. "Phil, sweetie, I love you. But you belong in my ass." Her son looked downcast and stared bitterly at his drink. "Hey," she said playfully, patting him on the back, "at least it's a killer ass. I mean Helen Parr would kill to have a butt like mine." "Are you doing the Elastigirl voice?" "I am, I know you like it." She purred. Phil sighed, but downed his drink quickly afterwards and looked out again with brighter eyes. "I could've held you off, y'know." He said. "I'm stronger than I used to be, even if your foot is bigger. I'm stronger and I'll never stop trying. If Lashondra hadn't distracted my I bet I even could've pushed your foot off me." "Come on Phil," she said to her little son as she patted his head on the patio rail, "do you really think I needed your hands to slip before I stood on your face?" Phil sighed as he looked out over the city skyline. "I guess not, mom." His mom smiled as she leaned down on the railings with him. It really was a beautiful sunset. Debra turned around and popped her little son back into her butt. Squeezing him between her cheeks she briefly registered him opening his mouth to let her ass-flesh in, as she had taught him to do so many times before, as the sound of his moaning became more and more faint until finally, with Phil wedged in the deepest, softest part of her ass, she could barely hear him. As she pulled up her panties it lessened still more and by the time she had squeezed into her custom-fitted armani pants there was only the exquisite vibrations of his screaming travelling the short distance from his mouth up her sensitive little anus. Absent-mindedly she began squeezing him as she packed her case and finished dressing for the day. Again and again he was reminded that his mother's ass owned him and that was where he belonged. She meanwhile was simply having breakfast - sliced oranges, fresh juice, light cereal and french toast. It was wonderful, and she could already feel her son lapping away at her buttcrack, trying to pry some form off sustenance from the hardened excrement in there. Her crotch tingled as she bit into a delicious slice of fresh orange, there was nothing to compare to having molded her son to voluntarily worship her own ass. Finally, when she was done Mrs Metzger plucked her car keys up off the dresser and bent down to pick up her attache case. Her she paused, with her buttocks fully expanded and pressed against her tight armani pants. "Now, pay attention sweetie, because your role is very important. Today, mommy needs you to help her make a good impression with our new clients. To do that, I want you to push your little head between my buttocks and up into my asshole, so that when you hear mommy's bowels rumbling you can start taking good deep breaths and absorb all the gas that builds up before it squeaks out past your face. I'd feel much more in control if I knew only you have to smell my farts. Oh, and do remember to do as I say sweetie, because I know you can hear me because of my voice vibrating down into you through my flesh when I trap you between my big, meaty cheeks. Otherwise mommy will have to punish you accordingly." Debra said, proceeding to clench her cheeks to show she meant business. It was a short elevator ride from her penthouse to the underground parking complex but she used it to run a short mental checklist; clothes, phone, keys, files, son in butt, breakfast, check - ah! She had to check with Eve about her appointments for the day. It was a chilly day so Debra made full use of her luxury Ranger Rover's heated seats, which to be honest always made her rump quite sweaty. It was a ten minute drive to work down the main roads but she preferred to go hard down the side-streets. She turned hard into the driveway to her company's underground lot. She had quietly admitted to herself that while it was most rewarding to have her son voluntarily worship at her ass, occasionally squishing him out of his wits between her cheeks had it's own charming appeal. The elevator was free. It was always free when it was your elevator. The door pinged as she reached her ground level lobby and a pleasant female voice intoned "Welcome to Bottom-Heavy Industries, where a Large Ass is the Seat of Happiness!" She was quite proud of that one. She waved over to Barbara at the front desk as she strolled, past, wiggling her behind outrageously as the receptionist giggled. Striding past the art-deco mosaic on the wall she paused briefly to admire it. Debra loved art-deco. That's why she'd chosen the style to remodel her new corporate headquarters. It was so indicative of a better time when everything and everyone was who and where they were meant to be. She'd also chosen the style for her corporate logo, which at first glance looked like a tesserected globe with the body of a man holding it up on his shoulders, but upon closer inspection it became obvious it was an enormous female bottom squashing a tiny male body, with his head just about to pop in between the crack. Officially she had dubbed it Volumnia and Coriolanus, but everyone in the company knew that it was modeled off of Debra squishing her son in her ass. It was a point of pride among the members of her all-female staff. Apparently the model and original print was on display in her private office. The staff elevator took her the rest of the way to the top floor, given over entirely to her own executive office and a luxurious lobby which featured flowing water and a brace of Reubensque masterpieces. She stopped in to see Eve on the way into her office. Her little boy Adam was there. She asked him if he was helping his mommy with her secretary work. He said he was, like a good boy, but that he couldn't take her full weight for more than a minute without screaming. Nevermind honey, his mom said, mommy enjoyed that part too. The doors to her office were always a treat. Debra pushed her cheeks around the handle, clenched, and twisted and the door slid open. She took extra care to shuffle around the office in her tight pants. Her large buttocks swelled and jiggled as she opened the expensive oaken shades to her top-floor suite, and bounced lightly as she dropped her attache case on her fine granite desk. She plopped happily down in her executive leather chair, and with the tap of an unseen button the specially engineered chair delivered a welcomed massage to her back, thighs and butt. Eyes closed in contentment, she reached out and plucked up the first memo awaiting her attention from the desk. Meeting: 8.15 - Jocasta Productions; Mdme Harukawa. She leaned back, the chair creaking slightly under her weight. It wasn't unusual for media outlets to seek the employment of Bottom Heavy Industires, she herself had modeled from AssDom Magazine with a fully-grown Phil as her sub, but never had an entire television production company sought their attention before. She sipped thoughtfully from the coffee her secretary helpfully perched near her elbow. This could be fun. *
"Mrs Metzger? Madame Harukawa is here to see you." It was 8.14. The woman had a sense of timing. "Thank you Eve, send her in." A few seconds later her black oak double doors opened and in sauntered Madame Harukawa, an Asian Reubenesque delight buxom in chest, belly and bottom, decorated in figure-hugging fashion that showed off every inch of her prodigious curves. She was smaller than Debra herself, and slightly less toned, but when she flashed that smile and batted those eyes you would suddenly forget all of that. Madame Harukawa looked around President Metzger's office. She though she was obviously a very successful woman. The Venus Callipyge was the centre of attention, occupying a grand, well-lit space behind the woman's desk, enclosed in what was surely alarmed glass and covered with cameras. Opposite it, just beside the doorway out of the room was a piece she didn't recognise, assumedly of Mrs Metzger's own creation. In it, a buxom, plump, bottom-heavy woman, buck-naked, was standing triumphant, arms outstretched in victory with a crown newly pressed on her head as a small, reedy man knelt behind her with his face bured in her buxom rump, his arms wrapped around her hips tightly with a tiny, wretched looking crown almost falling off his head. Both members were fully aroused. She bent over to examine the title on the dais: Volumnia Defeats Coriolanus in Triumph. The mother of shakespearean story here looked shockingly like the head of the company she had come to visit. Madame Harukawa smiled. She believed she understood. She walked over in front of Debra's desk and bowed curtly and politely. "Harukawa Nami." She smiled. Debra returned the bow. "Debra Metzger. Pleased to meet you Madame Harukawa, to what do I owe the grace of your visit?" * By 9am Debra and Nami were chatting away like old friends. Jocasta Productions, the television production company that Madame Harukawa represented, was a leader in the booming femdom television market and looking to expand into the country. They were working in a public-participation reality game show, and were interested in Mrs Metzger as a leading figure in the industry, and of course her son too. They would participate in the game show and Bottom-Heavy Industries would get some free national face-time and the option of prime sponsorship. Debra was flattered and very keen on getting a deal done. Phil just kept trying to breath. Debra felt rumbling in her bowels and then her little buttplug began squirming desperately. Debra tried not to smile too obviously. Her son was doing wonderful work. "Well then," Madame Harukawa spoke in clipped english, "can you take him out please?" Thank God I didn't wear him as a thong today, Debra thought. Phil hit the table with a light thud. "He'll be disorientated for a bit. There's little air in my butt and having my full weight on him takes it out of him, not to mention being constantly squeezed by my cheeks." After Madame Harukawa had a chance to inspect him, and he had recovered for a few minutes Debra carefully plucked her son off the table and dropped him into her high-heeled shoe. "There, now have fun with mommy's foot sweetie, and don't be afraid to jack off in there." She said, clamping his head in place with her big and middle toe and squishing him until his body went rigid. "Now, what were we saying?" She inquired of her guest. After a while their conversation began to talk to the mysterious concoction that Debra had been using all these years. "It is truely a remarkable and unique tonic." Nami intoned. "The ability to shrink a man and regrow him to natural size, it's well known that's what you based your company's great success on, but we are amazed it hasn't become more widespread in usage." "Mmm." Debra nodded. "It's a complicated little mixture that's taken us years to patent, to be honest I was amazed when the mail order nonsense I ordered worked, but once I found out it did I put every waking hour into having our company take theirs over brick by brick. As it turns out it was just some small collection of college girls with a particular gift for this particular branch of genetics. No business acumen, but keen to work. The potion is a wonder in itself - aside from the ability to shrink and grow her son, it seems to help a mother retain her beauty and sexual lustre. I'm not getting any younger of course, but I have noticed my morning jogs getting easier over the years, a few wrinkles straightening out, my boobs and butt staying firm and round, that sort of thing, while at the same time keeping the son smaller and reedier. That part is still something of a mystery to us, but it seems to have something to do with the process of the mother dominating her son acting as a catalyst, rather than simply the potion acting on it's own. Regardless essentially I give him the concoction and then fart in his face to shrink him, or give him the antidote and make him drink my footsweat to grow him back to normal. The process only takes a couple of minutes, but the trigger is key and is an exclusive maternal bond - it has to be my fart being sniffed by my son, or the process will halt. The bond seems to be dormont in most mother-son relationships, and we've found no similar sequences available between brothers and sisters or mothers and daughters, or fathers at all, so it seems to be an exclusive genetic trait to allow mother's to dominate their sons lives." She smiled. "Looks like it was always meant to be that way." She took a tiny water bottle out and pulled her foot out of her shoe, taking Phil with her. His head still trapped between her clenching toes she dropped a few mouthfuls of the potion into his mouth. "Come on Phil sweetie, drink up!" She encouraged him, setting him down and rubbing the sweaty sole of her foot over his face, encouraging him to lick and swallow her footsweat. Nami found herself getting wet at the site of the little boy willingly drinking his own mother's footsweat, but that was nothing compared to what happened next. * Phil woke up. He found himself full-sized and naked in his mom's office, lying in front of her and an attractive, if older and heavy-set asian woman. She winked naughtily and blew him a kiss. "Phil sweetie, Madame Harukawa and I want to use you for a little fun. Why don't you go over to our little love seat and lie down?" His mom ordered, patting him on the cheek with her bare foot. "I - I guess so, mom." He replied. He tried to resist as he was in company, but in the end quickly turned and buried his face in his mom's sole, kissing it quickly. Both ladies got a chuckle out of that. Phil walked over to the wooden and leather seating device his mom had made specially for them, and laid down on it. His mom invited her guest over and as both full-bodied businesswomen walked over Phil got a little nervous, and a little aroused. His mom as always took his face, squashing it under her immense ass, but now Madame Harukawa's large rump, not as big but just as solid, settled over his crotch and pressed down heavily. He was now being squashed by two enormous female bottoms at the same time. Both women faced each other, their enormous thighs straddling Phil in the cowgirl position, another indignity his mom enjoyed, waiting for the inevitable exquisite squirming and vibrations when he began to run out of air and couldn't take the strain or smell anymore. They did not have long to wait, and both women moaned as Phil's pained moans and thrashings brought them extravagant pleasure. Barely able to move through the pleasure, Debra insisted they both remain seated on her son after he lost consciousness, waiting for a little surprise - Phil's erections finally overflowed as he came a full thirty seconds after slipping into unconsciousness under his mother's smothering ass, sending both his squashers into mind-numbing orgasms. When Phil woke up he had been cleaned up and was chained behind his mom's desk, her standing just in front of him filling out some paperwork. He hesistantly kissed her bulbous buttocks to let her know he was awake. "Mmm, such a good boy I've got." Mrs Metzger purred, grabbing the back of Phil's head and rubbing it all over the back of her pants-covered rump, taking special care to run it up and down her crack. He moaned inwardly, but then snapped awake and pulled back like he was bitten. "You do not want to worship your mother's ass? Why? It is so large and full, and your head alone is such a perfect fit!" "Oh, he just goes through these phases every now and then." Debra tutted. "Talking about getting out and finding a job and friends and a girl and generally just slacking off his duties. He still sleeps in my buttcrack at the end of the day." Madame Harukawa pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Well, perhaps further bonding experiences are required. Our show will certainly be able to accomodate you." "Well, I've repeatedly considered having a priest marry us, so at last I can legally say my ass owns his face. I also think it'd give him a strong bond to cling to, it'd be good for him to support a wife, even if it is his mother's ass." "Well, he seem to be supporting your ass very well as it is!" And they both laughed loudly, not really noticing Phil's member growing as they spoke. "Indeed. Oftentimes I won't even bother with the big massage chair and I'll just chain him back behind my desk and sit on his face all day. There's nothing like having your son sniff your farts all day as you sit on his face, knowing he'd love to be between some girl's big knockers but instead is between his mom's heavy ass-cheeks." She giggled, and Madame Harukawa laughed too. "Sometimes I'll smother him with my big, heavy boobs to show him what he's missing. Sometimes I'll just wrap my big, thick thighs around his head and squeeeeze him so hard he passes out, and when he wakes up I'll have him massage my legs and tell me how good it feels while I do him again. Sometimes I'll wear him like a thong with his face buried up my ass and his little arms hugging my butt. Sometimes I'll stand on him and have him smell my feet for days." "Ah! Just now I see him reach for your feet with his hands! His feels his palms match your soles even though they smell and walk on him, he believe it his proper place! This is the bond between two people that can only come about by a mother dominating her son, molding him into her perfect sub for years." Phil tried not to hear anything, pushing his face deeper into his mom's buttocks and focusing on the sound of her bowels over his head. Debra just smirked, and slowly and meaningfully linked her toes with her darling son's fingers, resting her feet heavily on his hands. Phil held them tightly, focusing on their soft, smelly texture. He pulled his face out of it's buttcleft-home unsuredly. "But I was thinking maybe I don't have to just worship your ass and your feet mom. Maybe I could go out and do my own thing from time to time - see movies, maybe find work or meet new people. I - I promise I wouldn't cheat on your ass or anything. I just want some friends ..." "But your head is so good for this!" She said, and sat Mrs Metzger back onto her son's face, watching it slowly consume it. "See? Not a shred of your head left to the outside world! And look how perfectly your face fits into her butt-crack, Romeo and Juliet could not have fitted better together! Your face fits into the cleft of her ass like poetry! I have never been so moved! Truely, it is destiny that your mother's ass and your face belong together!" "Ooh!" Mrs Metzger sat back heavily on her son, smothering him out. "Oh, now there's poetry for you! Nami dear, let's get this contract settled tomorrow, I think we're both aggreed it's a good idea." Madame Harukawa rose happily from her seat and extended her hand. "Congratuatlions! Soon, the whole world will know that your son's face and your ass are meant to be! Millions will watch the perfect union of son's face and maternal ass!" * At the end of the day President Metzger sauntered over to her main window, tired but happy, and pulled down her oaken shades once more. The mood lighting instantly activated and the room was bathed in a warming pale glow. Her attache case appeared in her hand as she shut her laptop down and locked her fancy office door. The walk to her car seemed shorter today - tomorrow was full of prospects; a brand new tv deal, greater exposure for the company and some personal face time for her and her son. She clicked the car door open from twenty feet and when she'd finally shut it behind her she was free to quietly pull her son from her butt-crack and drop him on the driver's seat. Pulling down her armani pants and panties she pulled her left buttock open with one hand and started explosively farting on her little son. Exultant to finally get to release the gas she'd pent up in her bowels all day Debra didn't even take the time to sit on her little boy, but kept her asshole a quarter inch from his face as she blew kiss after smelly kiss onto him. Though she wasn't physically touching him she smiled to see Phil twist and spasm as if in pain from her farts. She pinned his arms and legs with her buttocks and pressed her anus against his face. After five minutes of the smell he began gibbering madly. Smelling nothing but his own mother's methane for a whole day straight had obviously had an impact on the little boy and he was now seeing asses everywhere. His mom decided to give him a real one as she plopped her ass back down on top of him and started the long journey home. When Phil awoke he was in the massage chair on his own. He was in their rec room on the large full-massage leather, and he felt quite recovered from his bad trip earlier. He would have to thank his mom for being so nice as to give him such luxurious time to recover and, he sniffed, cleaning and bathing him. His mom appeared then, dressed in her light pink bathrobe, her hair soaking wet and wrapped in a towel, a pitcher of mojito in each hand. Turning around, she put each drink down on either side of the massage chair and casually flipped up the seat of her robes, exposing her gargantuan, round buttocks. She didn't even need to crook a finger before Phil had bounced over and jumped into the crack of her ass. Plopping down into the chair where just seconds ago her son was, Debra spread out and began talking to him as he lay locked in her ass, the vibrations of his body helping the massage chair reach places it normally couldn't. "Big news today sweetie. We put a massive deal through with a television company, it's going to mean a lot more business and exposure for the company. Big time rewards for both of us! We're going to be on TV together, doing what we do best: me sitting on your face as you kiss my ass! You'll have another important job; the most important thing in the world for you until that show is your nose staying up my ass all the time and sniffing as much as you can! Not that it isn't normally." She giggled. "I'm treating myself to a nice, relaxing evening in front of the big screen." She cooed, pulling a lemony drink to her lips and flicking on the enormous flat screen tv remote. Jocasta Productions had sent one of their creations, Oedipus of the East, over free of charge, and she intended to get a look at it. It turned out to be an erotic east-Asian retelling of the Oedipus myth, where a full-bodied, amazonian bbw Jocasta had dominated her scrawny child-prince until he was forced away from the royal castle. Years later when they were married they rediscovered their maternal relationship by how familiar the new king's face felt in between his mother's enormous buttocks. Debra quite liked it - both the affirmative, dominating role of the mother in the story and the new ending where rather than putting out his eyes Oedipus's face is sealed into his mother's ass by the goddess Aphrodite, who found the whole situation very amusing and blessed the happy, son-smothering queen's reign for many years. "And my reward?" Phil queried through a mouthful of maternal butt. "You're getting it." She smirked. She kept him there for the rest of the evening, until the vibrations from the chair eventually forced his whole head up into her anus at a particularly romantic point of the movie and almost made her pass out in pleasure. By the time Phil had recovered from this onslaught he'd been fully grown again, and found his mother waiting in front of him, facing away. Told it was time for bed, Phil dutifully pressed his face into his mother's bottom and followed her to their master bedroom, where she would attach a leather thong around her hips and his face, wedging it in there tightly. Her onion booty closed around his head again, a mother trapping her son's face in her ass once again. A clap of her hands and all the lights of the room faded as the skylight opened, showcasing a beautiful starry night. No moon though, Debra thought. Well, except for Phil of course. He's got two of them right in his face. The front door clicked as it shut. "Hi sweetie! I'm home!" She came home, and her son wordlessly rushed over on his hands and knees to sniff at her large skirt clad bum. Frustrated after a long day at the office, she simply hitched up the back of her skirt and waited the second it took for her son to stuff his face between her generous buttocks and press his hands against her expansive hips. His reward for stuffing his face between his mother's buttocks and loudly kissing her asshole was the mighty release of tension as her body finally relaxed and released a fart right in his face. "Ahhhh! That was a good one! I'd been holding that in all day!" She sighed, visibly relaxed. "What was that, 5 seconds? 6 Seconds?" He popped his face out of her crack. "Four and a half seconds." Shhhllp. In it went again. "Is that all? I'll have to try again later." She mumbled. She sat back onto his face, smothering it in her maternal buttflesh. He felt his neck bend uncomfortably as his little spine tried to support his mother's massive weight. "Did you have a nice day sweetie?" The only response he was able to give was the loud sound of smooching as he continued kissing her big butt, but in truth Phil loved his days on his own. They were rare, and often filled with tasks his mom set him, but being able to spend a day without his mom's enormous weight crushing him was a rare treat. Steadying himself, his fingers reached out blindly for his mom's feet. Seeing his plight, she rested them in his hands as she pulled out her hairband. In a few seconds her black pumps were on the floor and her warm, smelly feet were getting massaged by her boy's tiny hands. At normal size her feet were heavy and smelly, but soft and always warm, and he gave them the best footrub he could manage. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. "Mmmm, your so good at that sweetie. How is it your always so adept at foot massages even when you can't see what your doing?" He tapped her hip, and she leaned forward to allow him to talk."Puhah!" he gasped. "Well, when you spend the amount of time around your feet that I do ..." "Huhuhu! I guess that's true!" She laughed, wiggling back down on his face again. "Maybe we should get you to see to some of the women back in the office!" She was teasing, Phil knew of course, but he still sighed a little. She simply laughed as her huge jello ass continued to wobble around his face. "Allright Phil, let's go into the living room." She said getting to her feet. When she pulled her buns off of Phil's face his tongue was still outstretched and a silver thread of saliva connected it to some distant place between her cheeks. "Yeth mom." She strode in, him shuffling along on his knees behind her. Plopping down on the couch, she flicked on the big screen on the wall. "Oh sweetie, I bought some Chinese tonight but it's out in the hall. Will you bring it in?" Phil's face lit up. "You mean I get to have some tonight too?" "Yep!" She smiled. "All right!" And indeed, for once Phil got a proper meal that hadn't passed through his mom's bowels a few hours before-hand, and they spent a good half-hour sitting together on the sofa watching bad comedies. When Debra had finished she did take off her nylons and press her feet into Phil's food and tell him to continue eating, but he was so happy to be eating regular food that he even sucked the rice off her toes and licked the sweet-and-sour sauce off the soles of her feet. They laughed at how ticklish she was. "I'll leave all this out in the garbage, and I want you to lie down on the sofa, okay?" Phil pushed himself off the armrest and slid to rest in the middle of the comfy leather couch. "No, no, move your face closer to one end." His mom chided when she came back in. He did so. She spent the next few minutes teasing him about where she would sit, wiggling her butt in front of his face, brushing it gently over his chest, before finally leaping into the air and coming down with a fleshy thump on his groin. The sofa groaned as she leaned back and planted her big, meaty feet squarely on her son's face. He helped hold them to his face as they both spent a minute getting comfy, finding a sweet spot to lie in or be lied upon, and then switched over the tube. "How is it in there sweetie? Smell good?" "You know I like the smell of your feet mom, you don't have to keep bringing it up." "It feels like you want to bring something else up!" She giggled, clenching her buns around his budding member and squashing it. "Why is it I can never get that reaction when you smell my bum?" "You do, just for different reasons." He muttered, and began massaging her feet where they lay. "Oh? And what would those be?" She said, stroking her darling son's head, rubbing her smelly feet in his face. She grinned as she elicited a groan from him. "It's just," he said, eyes closed, "being under your ass, having my face wedged up it all the way, it's the most powerless feeling I've ever felt. Having you, my own mom, sit on my face every day of my life, learning to live inside it, it's the most submissive thing a son could possibly do. The feeling of just being completely at your mercy, of worshipping you always, it's ... I think I've grown kind of addicted to it." The lights dimmed, casting Debra's grin in a wolfish, demonic light. "Go on. Tell me a bit more." "Living in your butt, I've had to adjust to it. I've had to learn where the softest bit is so I can sleep, I've had to learn where your poo tends to lie so I can eat or where your sweat pools in your crack so I can drink it, I'm constantly trying to teach myself to like your farts but-but I can't seem to get the hang of that one." "How do you feel when my butt sits on your face, when my big heavy cheeks cover you in flesh?" She breathed. "It's like a mix between getting hugged and smothered. It's soft and warm, but smelly and so, so overwhelming. I know I'll never get out of there, and knowing that it's you, and that it's your bum on my face it just feels so ... low. And so finite. Like I was always made for being up your ass, whether it was my face or my whole body. Like my life before now or what I could've been has no meaning, just the part where I'm between your cheeks. I ... does that make sense?" She grinned, gently massaging his balls with her heavy buttocks. "It makes perfect sense, dear." His face was clamped in her large, heavy feet. He was being massaged face-first by her stinky soles, the pungent smell of his mom's feet concentrated on his face, intoxicating him. She scrunched her toes over his nose, gently pushing it between her big and middle toe so he got the most of her foot-stink, and then gently pressed her other foot against his moaning lips and slipped it into his mouth. He was flooded with her foot-stink, but her plump foot was so pudgy only the three biggest, smelliest toes could fit in his mouth, but she felt his member grow deep within her cheeks as he worshipped her toes with his tongue anyway. Her lowly foot-smell was everywhere, overpowering him. His lust was everywhere, and he surrendered to it. He grabbed her foot just above her golden ankle-bracelet, always so well-kept, and tried to force more of her foot into his mouth. She laughed, and danced with her toes on his tongue. "If only your school-friends could see you now," she taunted a few minutes later as he breathed heavily, his spent member slowly retreating in her rump as drool overflowed from his limp mouth, her swishing her foot around in it, "utterly in love with your mom's ass and feet, my complete slave for the rest of our lives." She leaned over, and kissed his forehead tenderly. "Your mommy's little sub, and mommy's your big dominatrix. That's how it'll be sweetie, forever and ever." She smiled, and went to get washed up. She took off her blouse, her waistcoat, her skirt, bra and underwear. She pulled a bottle of wine from the rack and headed back. Her large, plump figure was illuminated at the doorway to the living by the soft light from the kitchen. She grinned as she saw her son stiffen, nervous. "Facesitting or headscissors?" She asked him kindly. "Facesitting, oh sit on my face please," he replied in a bit of a panic, "your thighs are so big now mom, you've gotten so good at squashing my head between them." "Glad you appreciate it." She joked, sauntering over to the couch and pushing his head down off the armrest, down into the middle of the last cushion. Her ass embraced his face and descended with it into the soft leather cushions. "I always love that part the best. When I sit on your face anew every time, just as your face presses between my big buttcheeks it's like a wonderful little stamp on your face saying "Property of Mom's Ass"." She leant one large arm over the armrest and lowered the volume on the tv. "Like another little solidifier in our relationship. Do you know why I like sitting on your face? Because the more I do it, the more your face belongs to my ass. Eventually they'll fit perfectly together, your face wedged deep up between my cheeks, and you'll never be able to take it out. I don't know if it'll be your nose pressed up against my asshole or your lips, but it is going to happen. I guess that's just part of the joy of discovery." She smiled. "I wonder if I could find a priest to marry your face to my ass. Imagine that! A son marrying his mother's bottom! Such a display of abject submission towards your mother, such complete ownership of you, oh it makes me warm and fuzzy just thinking about it." "Give my thighs a rub sweetie, in case they get bored and accidentally decide to squeeze your chest while your face is busy." She joked, but he hurriedly complied anyway, wrapping each arm as far as he could around a corresponding leg and massaging it as tightly as possible. He couldn't even reach halfway around her thighs now. She took her leg-muscles seriously. "My feet and my thighs," she said, looking down at her broad hips under which she knew her son struggled, "I want you thinking of as welcoming arms and hands. If my ass is to be the beatiful, comely face of your wife then my mighty thighs will be her strong arms and my smelly feet her dainty hands. You will hug me as I squash your head or neck in my quads, returning your wife's loving embrace. Her feet will cup and massage your face when weary, and you will kiss them often. When we walk you will do it hand-in-foot, linking your little fingers with my toes, because for you hands are just something that press you into my bottom. But my feet," she smiled to herself, "my feet are all yours." He pushed his palms against her large soles, and as she felt his fingers link with her toes she watched his little member rise. She grinned knowing he was getting into this. Debra turned on the pay-per-view service, ordered a gushy chick-flick, reached for a glass of wine and sat back to enjoy herself. Three hours later, and Mrs Metzger was still sitting on her son's face. Ah, the gentle peace and quiet of a night spent at home. But she'd decided it was time for bed. She'd felt Phil's tongue tiring out anyway, figuring it must be going numb from licking her crack on and off for three hours. She could just about feel his little nose snuffling up against her smelly sphincter. She hadn't given him a break after all, her little evening bonding sessions with her son were just too valuable to interrupt. Bracing her arms on the sofa, she placed one foot on Phil's member, put all her mighty weight on it, grinding it exquisitely under her, and then pivoted on her heel and pulled a little decanter from somewhere. She hopped on his cock three times, not to get his attention, but just for the reaction his cute face made. "Allright now sweetie, here comes your elixir." She dropped a small amount of the concoction into her son's mouth. "And now open wide. Say aahhh!" She hopped off the sofa and he as ever sat up straight and faced her, his face coming level with her large behind. "Ahhhhh!" She spread her cheeks in front of his face. *BBBBRRRRRTTTTTT* And then Phil was doubled over coughing from the stench and power of the fart. It's acid taste reached right into the back of his throat and the force of the wind going down his gullet had almost made him gag. "Good work sweetie, good work!" She said, patting the back of his head affectionately. She pushed Phil's nose between her butt-cheeks, clenched them tightly (causing him to snort comically) and dragged her son by his nose up to her bedroom. Debra waltzed over to her large queen-size bed and patted a spot right beside her. He knew already that she didn't mean for him to sit there. Of course not. He shuffled over on his knees and put his head down on the bed, face-up, so close to his mom's naked ass he could feel the heat radiating off it. She rose, leaving two heavy looking craters behind her, and stepped over him. He glanced over - his mom's cheeks had gotten bigger, both were now at least twice as big as his head. As she descended his hands rose and helped spread her enormous cheeks as they lowered onto him. She smiled over her shoulder at him one last time, checking she was "on target" before she suddenly dropped, and found his nose poking happily into her anus. She rose momentarily to allow her buns to settle around his face, entombing him in her rear-end, before sitting once again. He wrapped his arms around her massive hips, pressing that heavy weight down into his face. This was his final indignity, to embrace her rump like a lover, securing it tightly onto his face even as he smothered in it. Hopefully that wouldn't happen as she would provide a steady flow of ... gas to his nose, but she insisted it was good training for him smothering in her butt. Subconsciously the act should encourage his mind to accept suffocation under her rump, and of course there was the lovely physical aspect of him hugging her arse to his face as it slowly robbed him of breath.As she finally finished with her hair and had just finished the last clasp on her large bra Debra felt her little boy groan and buck uncomfortably."There, there." She patted his arms soothingly, releasing a wet fart into his face. She saw his member rising to the occasion, and clasped the head of it between a big and middle toe as she began stroking it with her other soft, worn sole, so used to squashing him underneath it. She laughed as he moaned deeply and his chest undulated up and down, and focused more weight onto her hips as she maintained her feather-light grip on his cock. She could see it grow larger and larger and -"Oops! Not tonight sweetie! We've got a special appointment with the TV station tomorrow that you'll need all your energy for!" She said, and squashed his cock with her feet. She suddenly noticed that it was a lot smaller than it had been (not that it could ever fit her, she giggled smugly) and moved him back onto the bed, sitting on his face and cradling it in there with her feet as they waited for him to finish shrinking. Every few minutes she'd push the back of his head deeper up her bum, until finally his tiny body slipped in there of it's own accord. It was a cold night and she didn't want him to accidentally fall out of her crack, so Mrs Metzger reached her well-manicured hand back between her fleshy bottom-cheeks and popped her son's head into her asshole and let her anus close tightly around his neck. As it sealed him in she settled down with the methane filling his lungs and let warm sleep take her. A fart woke Phil up this morning. He slowly blinked his eyes and breathed deeply, stretching his lungs for the day. Of course, he'd shortly wish he hadn't, but he didn't know that yet. He slowly scratched his stomach - he could feel the warm sunlight on it, and the sensation was pleasant. He yawned, and his mother's left buttock rushed into his open mouth. "Oh." He was lying on his mom's queen-size bed, about halfway down. His mom lay on top of him, her large rump resting square on his face. He half-heartedly tried to move his head side-to-side but his mom had secured him tight with her leather belt. Thong. Thingy. There'd be no getting out of her buttcrack this morning. It wasn't that bad anyway. His mom's big bum was warm and soft and he often pretended she was just hugging him with her butt. She was still sleeping peacefully, her ass rising and falling on his face. His head filled her crack up to the brim, with his nose peacefully brushing her asshole and only a tuft of his hair resting between her cheeks on the bed silk. Her feet lay cupped possessively around his crotch, again, and she was reflexively stroking his bulge in her sleep. Her thighs lay heavily on his chest. He wouldn't mind so much, but his mom's thighs were just so damn big and heavy, and she knew he knew that. She'd squashed his head between them enough. They might as well make a tv series about it. Wait. That rung a bell somewhere. Was there a new TV show on she wanted to watch or something ... ? Well anyway, nothing for it now but to wait for mom to wake up and take her ass off of his face. Maybe he'd get to eat breakfast that hadn't been squeezed between her butt-cheeks for a change. Maybe he'd just sit here and enjoy the quiet solitude of being an ass-slave. *PPPFFFFFFFFRRTTTTTT* "Ughh ..." His mouth had been open for that one. Well, nothing for it. "Mmmmnnnn." The sound of him kissing his mom's anus was unusually intimate and warm. He supposed this only made sense; for years the lips of his mother's starfish were the only lips he'd known, the only ones to kiss him as he'd kissed them. By this point he knew how to kiss her so that his lips locked precisely against her anal ring, which she enjoyed the most. But even this didn't seem to be stirring her this morning, so with a little strain he tilted his chin up slightly, smooched his lips against her anus, extended his tongue into her bowels and began French-kissing his mom's asshole. "Mmmm. Mmmmmn, good morning Philip." That got her attention.
Debra liked to do this. It wasn't enough for her that she already forced him to spend most of his time face-first up her big bare arse, she had to prove he'd adapted to life in it. Knew how to survive it, how to please it. All the tricks. All the little movements. She sat up, and his tongue was forced another inch up her anus. "You make an excellent anal alarm clock sweetie. Here's a little reward for you." And so Phil found himself in the back of the shower with his mother, him on his knees behind her of course, as she buried his face in her soapey ass. He managed to avoid the soapey taste by forcing his tongue to stay up her asshole. She reached over to get a towel, and his tongue was forced in further still. "Ohhh, that's very good sweetie. I'll go downstairs and make some breakfast. Some freshly squeezed mango juice I think, fresh fruit and cereal. You can eat my asshole again. I know you love doing that."She reached under her rump and pinched his cheeks. "Damn." he thought. She made him shuffle around after him with his face still buried in her bum, which in many ways was much more embarassing than simply being carted around inside it like a prisoner or a coin in a purse. Especially when going down stairs. He'd have to lean heavily into her bottom to stop falling down, and she'd always rear back and say something like "Why Phil I'd no idea you wanted to be in my bottom so badly! Thank you!" What made it worse was that she'd taken to walking hand in hand with him - no, wait, he must remember, hand in foot, with his palms bound to the heavy, smelly soles of her feet and his delicate little fingers intertwined with her big, plump toes. She just wanted him to think that this was hand in hand, that he was less than her, and a perfect match for her plump butt, legs and feet! And despite himself, he was growing to like being walked on, or holding her foot to his face in a tender moment, or kissing it. Five minutes later she could tell he was still trying not to scream while she balanced her weight standing on his groin making up their breakfast. It was important that she teased her son today, but under no circumstances was she going to allow him to cum before the show. And so, after Debra had fed herself a full, nourishing breakfast and fed her son, well, her asshole she fed Phil his size-changing elixir and got changed as she waited for him to shrink. After a few minutes she picked her darling boy up and brought him to her huge, ruby-red lips. "Phil, today is one of the most important days our company has ever had. This show is a showcase for what we do and how we do it. But more than that sweetie, it's a thank you for supporting me all these years, and giving me the strength to be all I can be, at the expense of your own." She smiled warmly. "Having you spend your life in my bum was just the greatest thing either of us could hever have hoped for." This kiss got weird. It started off with her pursing her lips and smooching his tiny face against them, but then she couldn't stop her tongue snaking out and pulling him into her maw where she coiled around him, squeezed him, sucked on him and chewed him down until her knees buckled and he - "Uh-oh! Better stop now!" She caught herself, spitting her son out into her right high-heel and attempting to wipe away some of the spit with her stocking-clad foot. "Sorry sweetie, mommy gets a little carried away sometimes." He groaned resignedly, too beaten and exhausted to bother hiding his vibrant erection, at which she giggled happily. Sliding her foot into her shoe and locking his face between her toes she headed off to the studio. * It took her an hour to get to the studio but to Phil it felt so much longer. Getting walked on for an hour straight by your own mother can do funny things to a guy. Phil hallucinated often. He dreamt he was back cuddling with Lashondra as she tried to convince him to help his mom get over her depression. He could feel her soft skin, catch the scent of her perfume, taste her soft lips. But then she would change, morph into his mom as she got bigger and bigger and smiled as she turned around and put her only son in her awesome plump ass. She was wearing a wedding dress, and he noticed he had a ring on his finger. It was then he noticed the crowd - endless members of family and friends, all family, all laughing at him. Why wouldn't they help him?! They cheered his mom on as she put him in her ass. Then he noticed an old lady in dark robes on an altar. She was saying something, but he couldn't make out what. Then she thrust her son up her rear-end, squeezing his body between her cheeks until his head popped into her anus, and then the crowd erupted into cheers. They were congratulating his mom, who wouldn't stop farting on him, and he got the feeling she never would. He suddenly realized the truth - he had just been married in spirit to his own mother's gigantic ass. His mouth filled with excrement as he wasn't even allowed to scream, and all there was was their laughter - their laughter and his mom's giggling and farting and - He woke up. His mom's toes still wrapped reassuringly around his head. He was still in her shoe. It was all a dream. He relaxed and let his body absorb her weight. He didn't fight it as it got heavier and heavier, and soon he was back out again. Debra rounded the corner into the studio lot. * "... of course I can. He's in my shoe right now!" The sounds game warbled and distorted, assailing Phil's mind as his consciousness ebbed back. There was a loud sussurus from the world outside the shoe, and suddenly the foot withdrew from him. His ribs popped painfully back into place and he suddenly felt very chilly. The noice outside just got louder as he saw his mom's hand enter. Thousands of people awaited him. He buried his face in the insole and tried to calm himself, taking long, deep drags of the sweaty foot-stench as he had been told. When he looked up the hand was gone, but then the plump foot reappeared and grabbed him tightly by the head. He was being dragged out of the darkened shoe by his mom's smelly foot. "No! No Mom, no! I'm not ready!!" The crowd erupted. Astonishment. Awe. Adulation. Exhiliration. There were camera-phones taking pictures everywhere. He supposed the studio didn't mind about the security. "So, Philip," Madame Harukawa leaned down to talk to his mother's foot where he was still being held, "how does it feel to know that soon pictures of your tiny, male body being dominated by your voluptuous mother will soon be everywhere around the world courtesy of the world wide web?" He tried to speak, but Debra decided to squeeze his head tighter and suddenly he couldn't make a sound. "Ah ... ah ..." "Speechless? It must be quite an honour huh?" The crowd burst into fits of laughter at her joke. She was dressed in a business suit and held a microphone in her hand - Madame Harukawa was clearly the host for this show. "I wonder - I've just got to try this," she said, fidgeting to get her foot out of her shiny black pump, the crowd wooping in delight, "I wonder, is it just your mom's feet you like or ..." And she pressed her big toe into Phil's face. The crowd laughed seeing him try to pry it off but his mom betrayed him, squeezing tighter still. And then they both laughed as they pressed their soles together on his little body, crushing him between two giant, stinky feminine feet. His mom had him trapped again, again again again, and the last thing he heard as he spasmed was the crowd's uproar as they pushed ever tighter together, toes touching ... With Phil unconscious and on display, the show could finally begin. * Phil awoke. The first thing he noticed was the darkness, the second was the bad smell. Neither of these were particularly unusual for him by now. What was odd was the complete lack of pressure. He tried to move, and found he was bound to what he assumed was the floor by straps on his wrists, ankles and ... what was that around his head? "Welcome back Philip! I trust you're fully recovered and in mostly good health?" Madame Harukawa's voice seemed to come from all around him but he could not be sure where. "Your goal in this round is twofold! You may have noticed that your face is encased in something like a breathing mask. Normally these help victims of various injuries by supplying much needed oxygen to those in need of it! But not this device! This mask has precisely the opposite effect! For as you can see, we've attached the other end of it -!" There was a pulling sound and the sensation of fabric rushing over him, and the darkness fled. Phil looked around. He was strapped completely naked to a flat surface and there seemed to be some kind of clear plastic bubble-helmet attached to his head? The shawl was pulled from around Phil's face and there, squatting directly over to him and waving down happily as the hose from the helmet creeped up and into her anus, was his happy, giantess mother! "to your own mom's smelly asshole! Now as I've said, you have two goals. Firstly, you must become fully erect without being given any assistance from yourself or your mother except for the smell of your mom's farts and the knowledge of how completely she is dominating you! Secondly, you must then proceed to masturbate fully before asphyxiating in that little bubble of yours! If you fail to complete either task, your mother wins the round! If you orgasm after she has knocked you out with her supply of farts, she receives double points!" Phil was sweating already! His mom pursed her bright pink lips and blew a kiss down to him, then squatted over him as if she was going to the bathroom. He could hear the gurglings from above ... "Ready? Begin!" Though he never knew it until later, the round was a very close run thing. Phil's mom had filled his helmet with her farts right away and sqeualed in delight at seeing Philip's rod rising to attention within a minute. Unfortunately for Phil, by that point he was very, very drowsy and could hardly concentrate on masturbating, and after four minutes of lazily trying to beat himself off as his mom kept him stocked up on her halucinogenics he blacked out with the taste of his mom's gas on his nose and tongue. Score: Debra 1 - Phil 0 * This time Phil was woken up by Madame Harukawa already in full-swing. "Welcome to the shoe round Phil! Your mom told us you'd particularly enjoy this one! Here, you'll notice your tiny body is attached to a pressure gauge shaped rather like a high-heeled pump. Now we know you'll be used to that because your mom tells us you often beg to be put in her smelly shoes so you can get stood on by her! And to make matters even better, you'll soon you will be sharing with your old girlfriend! Yes, your mom tells us you used to talk to, kiss and even date her foot, and even named it after her whenever you made out! What a good son you are, to admit so on national television! Well, this round you'll get to spend plenty of time with her, as she will be trying to force you to ejaculate squashed under her foot, and then to simply squash you there until you lose consciousness! You will win the round if you fail to do both, she will win if she forces you to do them! She will also gain bonus points for higher pressures registered on the pressure-gauge, and if she can convince you to show your love to your former girlfriend by getting you to say or do anything special! You will win if you can convince her to get off you!" Phil opened his mouth to protest, but was quickly silenced by a big toe in his face. Result: Debra toyed with her son for the full 30 minutes, bringing him to the brink of unconsciousness before withdrawing her weight. She convinced Phil to open-mouth kiss her as she squashed him and made him ejaculate on her foot twice. Only at the 29th minute did she apply full mind-numbing force and knocked her son out with her foot. Score: Debra 4 - Phil 0 * "Ugh.." he groaned, stumbling forward. Of course, this landed him face-first into his mom's footsoles. Of course. "In this round you will be squashed, spun and disorientated between both her her heavy soles until she renders you unconscious, after waking up from which you will have twenty seconds to coat your body in paint, traverse the walkway of the back of her thick legs and leap onto her buttock, leaving a little painted outline of yourself there for everyone to see. If you fail to do this in the time allowed, she wins! If you fall between her thighs and she traps you in her scissorhold until the timer runs out, she earns double points! You yourself can earn double points by wedging your face between her butt-cheeks, an act of submission we are only too happy to encourage!" Result: Phil win's with one second to go! How about that. He even stick's his face back in that plump rump for double points. Of course, his mom is understandably upset over not having beaten her son yet again, and felt no need to let his head out of her ass until he smothered in it. Score: Debra 4 - Phil 2 * Phil was very slow waking up this time. He almost didn't want to raise his head from it's soft pillow, but he did anyway. *Clonk!* "Ow! I mean ... ow?" Phil looked around frantically, and then swore loudly. "Welcome back Phil! Now I'm sure you'll have noticed a few things have happened while you were out - and shame on you if you didn't! Firstly you've been grown back to regular person size and tied face-down onto the floor with your head encased in a three foot by three foot glass box. Secondly, that that glass box is mostly taken up by your own mother's huge ass! Yes, your face is sharing it's new home with your own mother's bum! You see for this round, we've fed your mother a certain kind of food that will induce the build-up of exactly 8 litres of methane in her bowels, which will be quite an irritance to your lovely mom! So, like any good son your going to help your mom out by massaging her to help her vent that nasty gas! But you won't be massaging her belly, oh no! You'll be massaging her ass! And you won't be doing it with your hands, which you can see are secured firmly outside that tough little glass box - you'll be massaging it with your face! It's in your interest to encourage your mom to release her gas into your little box as quickly as possible, because you have no source of fresh air and the toxicity of her farts should reach dangerous levels in about three minutes! Of course, you will have begun to hallucinate on her farts long before then! If you fail to release all 8 litres in time, you lose the round! Now as for your mom, she also has a chance to win this round! As I'm sure you can sense, your mom's feet have been positioned just below your groin, cupping your member gently. She will not be permitted to move this round, but the back-and-forward motions necessary for you to massage her rump with your face will certainly help out, because if you ejaculate onto her feet even once this round, you lose and she wins!" Result: Phil enjoyed rubbing his face into that giant rump and having that warm gas sprayed over him, or at least his mom assumed so. He broked after 10 minutes, when it seemed he could take no more, after inhaling another few lungfulls of his mommy's noxious fumes. He fought against his meaty prison like a mad man, desperately trying to escape the fat butt he was trapped in, putting up, what felt to him, a herculean effort. Meanwhile, Debra enjoyed her massage. She wiggled her massive backside and clenched her cheeks, desperate to continue his charming discomfort. Such an effort, as minor as it was for her, put her son into hell. His body was crushed by the massive walls that were her butt cheeks, and all their weight pressed down on him from the wiggling. Worse still, she was still farting! Phil wailed in agony, but only got a mouthful of smelly asshole as for one terrifying minute his mom's toxic farts went straight down his throat into his lungs. After releasing 7 litres of her methane from her bowels straight into her son's face Debra is overjoyed to see him collapse face-first into her ass, drooling at the mouth. The round took 22 minutes, the latter 14 of which Phil spent under heavy hallucinations. Phil Though his member was viciously engorged, he never does cum on her feet. Score: Debra 5 - Phil 2 * "Your mom has chosen the pool round! In this round your face is attached to her copious derriere and you must french-kiss her asshole for the benefit of our Japanese schoolgirls, who will be studying both your forms for any deficiencies! Of course that's not all, for this time you will be tonguing your mom's asshole while completely submerged in a pool of water! Yes as our student voyeurs watch through the glass walls you will stand on the lowest rung of our ten-foot deep pool's stepladder with your face fully submerged just two feet from fresh, breathable air, while your mom stands a few rungs above you, able to breath perfectly normally as she forces your face to stay underwater with her ass! You will lose this round if you attempt to remove your face from her ass for any reason! She on the other hand will receive triple points if she can drown you underwater with her legs or ass! Now take a deep breath Phil and prepare to kiss your mom's ass goodbye!" Result: Despite an admirable attempt to keep his tongue in place but he could not have won this round. He tries to survive breathing only the air bubbles released from his mom's rear-end as they tickle past his tongue. Hia mother meanwhile was in ecstacy. Her son's tongue was so deep up her anus she considered making it a permanent fixture. He was certainly good at it, and she enjoyed holding him deep inside her. She groaned, fantasizing about it. Yep, that would be perfect. He'd stay in her ass whenever he wasn't working, he'd eat and sleep there. She wouldn't even own him, her ass would, all on it's own. Phil could even marry it someday, she thought. "Oh that feels good," she shouted to the laughing voyeurs, "he's trying to get to first base with my ass!" Rather predictably he loses his nerve after forty seconds and attempts to escape. His mother wraps her thick thighs around his neck however, squeezing him tightly and sandwiching his face back into her buttcrack. As she felt him drown, Debra surprised everyone by cumming outrageously underwater. The voyeurs giving her a perfect score, she won the round as Phil was "stomach pumped" beside the pool. Score: Debra 8 - Phil 2 * "And now for the bonus round! As your mother has won more rounds than you at this point Phil, this is her round, meaning it is impossible for you to win! But do not despair; while it is impossible for you to win you can prevent her from winning. You can do this in a very simple way - stay conscious! In this round you will notice you have been attached face-up to the seat of what we call our mighty Femdom Throne! Your mom will then sit on your face with her voluptuous ass, clench her cheeks into diamond hard boulders and proceed to bounce repeatedly on top of your unprotected head! She will be trying to batter you unconscious with her ass, and you must simply resist until the round is over! Unfortunately for you, there is no set time limit for this round and as it is her bonus round, it is simply down to your mother to decide when to get off you. If she wishes, she can stay on you all night! If you have retained consciousness until she gets off, you win! If however you have been beaten asleep by her butt, she wins! But that's not all! Because this round has no time limit, your mom is able to accrue extra points! For every time you regain consciousness only to lose it again under her pounding ass, she gains an extra point! If she orgasms while bouncing on you at any point, she receives double points! If you orgasm at any time during this round, you both win a special mystery prize! Begin!" Result: Debra makes the most of the round by stretching it out for a full hour. Phil's face is battered and bruised under his mom's rump, and when she finally gets off him they find his nose is temporarily stuck between her buttocks, and must call a break. Debra orgasmed four times that hour. Phil however, only managed to cum twice and lost consciousness 7 times. Score: Debra 22 - Phil 2 * His mom's butt, apart from being tremendous, was tremendously heavy and by the end of the last session Phil was sure he was getting a concussion. Debra could see her son wasn't enjoying this as much as she was, and so she had a thought to make him happier. Whispering something in his ear she pointed to her bottom with a wink and led him away from the madly-cheering crowd, and they found a quiet corner of the backstage where she could sit on his face as her anus did it's happy business into his mouth. "There, feel better sweetie?" She said when finished. He gurgled blankly, and then collapsed onto the floor. Giggling, she scooped him up with her legs by his chest and held his head in her lap, stroking it gently until the buzzer sang out again. * "And now the headscissor round! Yes this favourite round of mother-son contestants, at least for the mothers, involves your mother Debra locking her thick, meaty legs around your unprotected head and literally scissoring it between them! She will earn points for everytime you make a sound, be it moan, groan or scream of pain, due to her thighs crushing your head, and will win automatically if you lose consciousness at any point, though of course when she does she won't be able to earn any bonus points! She'll get these for additional sounds, making your head dissappear entirely between her gargantuan thighs, and for orgasming due to scissoring you. Your chance to win is if you can pry your head out of her thigh clamp, at which point you will earn ten times the bonus points! However, your arms and legs will be bound to the floor for this round, and your mother will be sitting above and behind you in a chair, making it very easy for her to scissor you for as long as she likes, hence your high point ceiling! If you orgasm at any point, you both win another mystery prize!" Result: The most powerful part of a mother's body squeezes together around the most important part of her son. She was enjoying this contest immensely so far. How do you think it ended? Score: Debra 29 - Phil 2 "And now for the next round - no, no Mrs Metzger just leave your thighs right there, yes right around his head, that's right. It's time for the Question and Answer round!" This wasn't fair. His mom was a track champion back in college. She was captain of the wrestling team. Her thighs ran marathons and broke bones. She didn't even let him get out to go to college. His head was only good for holding his brain. And getting squeezed, he thought grimly. Phil used to love the question and answer round. All his favourite game-shows had them. He particularly liked the high-stakes lightning rounds and the end-of-the-show one-on-one battles between contestants. He used to be quite a clever boy - you could ask him anything about world history, georaphy, sociology or the arts and he'd have the answer for you. Mathematics and the sciences were a little harder for him. So really, this question should've been right up his street, but he was having a little trouble concentrating! "So Phil, now that you're rightfully ensconced in your mother's powerful headscissors, I can explain this round to you both! As the leader in the scoring so far, your mother had the choice of whether to be the dominatrix or the submissive this round, and she obviously chose the role she is most suited to! So, for the rest of this round your mom will be sat on our Femdom Throne and will be asked much easier questions! You on the other hand will sit in front of her on the floor with her thick thighs wrapped around your head, with the knowledge that everybody in the audience will be cheering for her to scissor you out, at which point she will win the round! Of course, if you manage to last out the entire round we will merely tote up the scores." A disspointed boo rang out from the audience. Phil noticed his mother was wearing the same leather S&M suit she'd had on all day, and though he couldn't see it with his mother's legs coiled around his face he suspected he was chained to the ground by the same leather thong that had been his only clothing all day. She winked down and blew him a kiss. He tried to smile back but couldn't help remembering she'd chosen this challenge for him. "Well with the crowd's approval we'll get to your first question! Now Mrs Metzger, please feel free to squeeze Phil's head as hard as possible while I ask this question to Phil! Phil, what is your mother's - ooh! are you quite allright Phil, your face is all red and sweating! - what is your mother's favourite novel?" He tried to respond, but his head was currently trapped between his mother's marble-slab like thighs in a hard headscissor, and he was finding it hard to articulate his answer. "Uh ... I ... nnng ....nnngggghhhh..." Phil's mother smiled as he failed to answer a question he'd normally easily know. He really seemed to be going through the wars down there! She pressed her fingers gently to her lips and smooched them loudly before bringing them down and pressing him into her son's own mouth. The crowd tittered appreciatively at her inventiveness as Phil was unable to answer until the buzzer sounded. "No, I'm afraid the answer was Lady Chatterly's Lover! Debra, over to you! What is Phil's favourite food?" Mrs Metzger's regal face paused in thought. Favourite? Well..."By which I mean, what does he like to have most commonly?" Nami continued. Phil's answer-pad, on which he had written his answers to his mother's half of the questions, clattered to the floor as his hands began to shake. He reached for it blindly. It bothered him that the crew didn't seem to be checking it. "Oh my," his mother pondered, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, briefly airing out his head and covering it in sweat. She was quite enjoying the question and answer round. "I don't really want to say it out loud, but ..." She leaned in conspiratoriously "...my poo! He likes it best if I eat a lot of spicey food beforehand, it's harder for my stomach to digest and he gets a little extra spicey kick and roughage." Nami waited a minute for the laughter to die down before waving the audience quiet with a grin. "Correct! Back to you Phil," and she leaned in close to the young man's trapped face, "during the reign of the Tang dynasty in the 7th and 8th Century AD, what was the name of the consort who usurped her sons and ruled all China as Empress Regnant?" Phil spluttered in exasperation, his spittle mixing with the sweat of the encircling legs. What? What does that even - oh God, his mom had laughed and started flexing - " ... nnnnn .... nnngghhh .... hhhhnnn ..." Nami gave Mrs Metzger a full minute to enjoy crushing her son's head - or rather, as she explained to him gave Phil a full minute to answer (yes that was it), before grinning happily down at him. "I'm sorry but the correct answer was Consort Wu, later Dowager Empress Wu Zetian! Debra, over the past five minutes that you've been squeezing his head in your mighty legs your son has failed to answer a single question correctly; good work! What do you think is contributing towards this?" Debra smiled, and simply flexed her large quads at her son's expense, briefly hiding his red face from sight. When he reappeared, he was blue in the face. "Oh, very good!" Nami giggled. "Now back to your little boy! Phil, in Shakespeare's Coriolanus a budding Roman general on the cusp of greatness is brought low and embarassed by his own mother, who then goes on to become loved as a hero of Rome! What was her name?" "...Vuh ...Vuh-!!" "Oh I'm sorry Phil, would you be a dear and scratch mommy's itch there?" Mrs Metzger smirked. She'd nudged her son's face into the crook of her left knee and had pressed it against Phils nose and mouth, preventing him from answering! Her son moaned in frustration, which felt delightful on her soft skin. "Time's up Phil! Debra, any ideas?" She leaned down, pushing her son back into her leggy clamp. "Oh yes, it's my very favourite play. Her name is Volumnia, and we've got a statue of her and her son in my private office." "You've really got a history of this sort of thing then! To continue that trend, who was Philip's first kiss? " The crowd oooh-ed. "He thinks it was this girl called Lashondra, but actually at the end of their first date he was very drunk and she brought him home. I had just gotten out of the shower to let him in and, well, I bent over to pick up my keys and I guess he thought my bum was his girlfriend." she giggled. Phil listened as best he could, though over fifty pounds of leg-meat was currently doing it's best to squash his head into a tiny cube. "He was a very passionate kisser, used his tongue and everything. That's actually what inspired me to sit on his face in the first place!" Phil's mouth was agape. No! His first kiss with Lashondra - his first kiss ever - had been with his own mom's asshole?! And she'd liked it!? "Well, there you are! Phil you little playboy, you got just what you wanted, didn't you? And now, before we ask him another question, Phil's mother will be allowed to headscissor him for an uninterrupted 90 seconds!" Phil panicked. "w- what ..." Debra smiled warmly down at the soft little sound coming from between her big legs, from her son's head, made prisoner between her gargantuan, toned thighs. "Hold on tight, Phil! And don't worry, it's okay if you black out sweetie! I promise I won't let up until you wake right back up again! Maybe not even then!!" Debra smiled, put her pad down, leant back, locked her legs out straight, and squeezed. The last thing Phil could clearly remember was his mom putting his hands on her thighs so he could feel them squeeze him, and then his head became the centre of a cyclone of crushing pressure. Madame Harukawa had whipped the crowd into a frenzy and they were cheering his mother on as a large electronic timer counted down the minute and a half until he'd be released from her crush. His view of the crowd and Madame Harukawa in front of them faded as the thighs around his cheeks grew with his mom' flexings, greedily covering his mouth, then his nose, then finally taking his sight from him. He saw his mom clench her teeth and felt her legs vibrate just before she closed his eyes; she was putting so much into squashing him ... A buzzer sounded to indicate they were now halfway through the round, and Debra relented, her little son's moans filling the audience's ears as the blood rushed back into his bruised face. Nami pulled a small vial from somewhere beyond Phil's field of vision (actually, everything was now beyond his field of vision) and motioned to Mrs Metzger. "You may now shrink your son down and replace him with his entire body between your thighs!" The crowd whooped and cheered at this impossibly unfair turn of events. Phil's mom unwrapped her legs just enough to allow Nami access to her son's mouth as she dropped a fast-acting dose of the serum in, and then promptly sat on his face and farted as loud as she could. Even she blushed a little at the resulting bottom-burp, but the crowd loved it. She stayed seated for a few minutes as cameras flashed among the audience - the crowd enjoyed her constant domination of her son but this was the "money-shot" they were looking for, so she gave it to them! The mixture complete they then replaced Phil - who was not happy about having to go back into his mother's hungry headscissors - and waited. Nami began giggling with delight, stoking the crowd up as Phil's little body began disappearing before them. Mrs Metzger sighed happily, crossing her thick, 40 inch thighs as if her son was not encased between them. The only thing she enjoyed more than headscissoring Phil was squeezing his entire teeny form under her big body. Nothing pleased her more. Nami lit on this immediatly. "Oh dear! Mrs Metzger's mammoth legs have spread around her son's head, obfuscating his ear's and mouth! Oh well, we must continue with the questioning regardless, it's Phil's own loss! Now Phil," Nami said, turning and facing the thickest part of Mrs Metzger's clenched thighs where she assumed the woman was grinding her son into paste, "what was the name of the tribe from which the ancient Celtic warrior-queen Boudicca originated in 1st century Britain?" " ... " Phil could barely breathe. His mom's flesh was everywhere, her pressure was everywhere, and her heat and sweat were suffocating him. He couldn't move, ground between the two plains of her quads, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. No-one knew this, trapped as he was between two gargantuan legs, hidden away from the world. Or rather they did know, his mother smiled, and they enjoyed it. Nami grinned wolfishly. "I'm sorry Phil, your time's up! The correct answer was the Iceni tribe. For this round two of our lovely assistants will aid Mrs Metzger by pushing her thighs together on her shrunken son's body!" At that two beautiful young ladies dressed in sparkling evening gowns waltzed down to the Femdom Throne, one on each side. Immediately they began pressing Debra's thighs together directly around Phil's shrunken body. Debra clapped in delight, while an muffled squeak emanated from between her quads. Debra was vibrating her legs now, decimating her son's body in her jiggling leggy clamp. "Debra, where is Phil's favourite place in the world?" The regal matriarch smiled proudly. "Why, at home!" There was a pause from the crowd. "... in my butt of course!" She finished, to rapturous applause. Phil had had enough of his mom's torments. He began to struggle with all his might, and the slippiness of his captor's legs aided his ascent to the top of the maternal thigh-prison. Just as he was about to break free, Debra stuck out her tongue and pulled off her top, freeing her mammoth, bouncing boobies. Phil stopped, gasped, choked and got immediately squashed by his mom's angry thighs, coming back for revenge.Debra gleefully bounced her legs around her son's overmatched body, clapping his cheeks with her immense thighs. No response. "I'm sorry Nami dear, but I think he's passed out." "There you have it then! The victor in this round of Mother versus Son is ... the mother! Debra Metzger! Now, for the next round ..." Nami ushered Mrs Metzger off to the side and personally sat on Phil's exhausted little body, her plump Japanese bottom ensuring he hear no part of what was to come. And so it went on throughout the day. Mrs Metzger out-wrestled her son rather predictably, utilizing her huge hips and thighs to great effect. Phil won the Request round: "Mom puh-please step on my groin! ""Mom, please sit on top of me!" "Mom - mom please ch-chew me up!" "Why of course sweetie! Anything for you!" Of course by the time the gameshow ended, he was that far behind it barely mattered. And so at the end of it all 3, Phil, his mom and Madame Harukawa sat down for the wrap up. Phil was utterly spent; his groin crushed by his mom's heel, his face bearing the gigantic red marks from her thighs, his body covered in her teeth marks and still smelling like her butthole. Debra smiled down at her minute son and took him into her hand. Smiling at him warmly, she moved him around to her backside and pressed him between her buttcheeks. "Ahh, and there we go, snug and warm, back where you belong." Her cheeks slapped together with a soft clap, and her son was back home. "Does he ever leave there?" Nami asked nonchalantly. "He actually has a great little job!" Debra returned. "He works under me! Whenever I go in every day I take Philip with me and chain him up to these two little wrist-irons clamped on to the back of my desk. Whenever I'm not out and about or sitting in the conference room you can usually find me with my big, round ass planted squarely on my son's face, right in my office!" "And is he in a very useful position to you there?" "Oh yes! He helps me relax and keeps me nice and clean, not to mention entertained! His tongue feels wonderful in my asshole but sometimes he'll get scared of being suffocated and start struggling and then it's a wonderful, whimsical game of trying to stay seated on his face until I can smother the fight out of him! Of course he's never won yet. He's such a good boy that way! I call him Mommy's Little Helper!" "And what do you think Phil? We know you love providing your mother with pleasure, but do you ever wish you could just take a break? Just get away from it all?" There came a tremulous little sound from the mic still attached to Phil deep inside his own mom's crack. "W-well, my world has been her two butt-cheeks for a long time now ..." "Well I've got good news for you! We're sending you and your mom on a three-week, all-expenses paid vacation to beautiful Japan! You'll shop in Shibuya, climb Mount Fuji, and film a special commercial at our studios in downtown Tokyo! How does that make you feel?"
She sucked, and sucked, and sucked and - ah! There was that sweet filler. She took her time sloshing it around her mouth before spitting her treat out into her hand. Taking a tissue she dried her son off and put him down onto the pool. She then took a step back, ran and jumped. At his tiny size tactile pressure of the pool was almost like a hard surface, so when her colossal ass came down on top of him it was like the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs. If you believe in that sort of thing. She supposed it could be like the hand of God too. Phil's part in this little drama was fairly brief - he had been wrestling with his mom's tongue and getting ground down by her teeth inside her mouth for ten minutes, and then all of a sudden the chewing stopped and he was dumped somewhere wet and smooth. He looked around, and for once he wasn't in his mom's porcelain throne. Sunlight, blue water. Ah, the pool. His tiny body floated easily, the cool water lapping at his bruises, the warm sun mending his malaise. He sighed. Perhaps he could relax a - "Cannonball!" And then a huge shadow passed over him and he heard his mom's scream of delight at being on-target and then her huge backside came into contact with his fahhffpgghh - *SPLOSH!* * A few hours later after Phil had been fished out of the seat of his mom's swimsuit he was sat at the dinner table dressed for an evening in. He looked with relish at the plate in front of him. His mom had made him a beautiful cut of steak, bloody, and covered in peppercorn sauce. His mouth watered as his mom entered the room wearing a thong and a slightly dirty apron. Her full chest bumped into the side of his head and bounced quietly in front of him. "Whoops, sorry sweetie! This big, juicy steak's for me. This is for you!" She giggled, replacing the mouthwatering steak with a plate covered in a silver serving tray. His throat curdled as he sniffed - he could tell what it was just from the smell. Gingerly he removed the top and was nearly bowled over by her stench. There she was, sitting opposite him on the dinner table happily eating his meat while he sat here staring at his plate filled with her - well, as she once said, at least it was warm. He scrunched his nose. It smelled like domination. Well, it's what she wanted he thought, as he took a fork and knife and ... began. His mom smiled over at him as he choked. "Your such a good boy Phil." She said. "Make sure to eat it all up sweetie, it took me hours to make."
"Sit down Philip, for goodness sake! It won't bite."
* "C'mon, here, here!" She said, patting her behind like it was a dog's bowl. He fell to his knees and waddled over to, stopping his face just short of her bottom as she dropped a little tincture into his mouth. He helped her spread her big cheeks and then waited with open-mouth as she farted into his face.
Appreciating his submission, Mrs Metzger purred in arousal. "Such a good boy," she whispered huskily, wiggling her toes on his forehead, "the pressure will just get heavier and heavier, until ..."
She scooped him up, that divine Goddess, and held him with her toes. She played with him then, laughing down at him. His head was a perfect fit, he was sure he was meant to be there. She smashed him into her other sole, the warm flesh rightfully taking it's place on him. She began pressing against him, crushing him between her feet, and he put out his tongue in worship.
A few minutes later Phil woke up, his head ringing. He touched his face, and immediately wished he hadn't. A bit of his mom's dominance had even fallen into his mouth. He saw he was tied in her sock again, and the warm yellowish light seemed oddly serene. The old smell of her feet on cotton was relaxing. And then in the distance he heard the thunder of her approaching body, and suddenly his world was tipped over and those five thick, plump toes came into his sock, racing for his face! He kissed them, it was lovely, but they crashed into him anyway, the middle and third toe clamping his head as they dragged him deeper into the toe of the sock. He tried to pull them off his head, but his goddess trapped his arms with her toes and then stood on him. The pressure of her smelly insole pushed him further into her. Under her. He felt the harsh movements of her moving her divine foot into his new prison. He was sure he'd be unconscious if it lasted for more than five minutes. Mrs Metzger had put on her favourite trainers; she felt like a morning jog! An hour later the voluptuous Mrs Metzger jiggled and panted her way back to the building, drenched in sweat from top to toe. The cool fan in the elevator did little to cool her hot body and she ran into her penthouse suite. Heading into her washroom she pulled the sweat-slick jogging gear from her plump body, standing heavily on her left foot as she dragged down her shoes, shorts and finally socks. She flung everything into the washer, except for her left sock which she twirled around on her finger and them simply hung from the mantlepiece as she went to shower. She put a small ceramic model of a horse on top of the sock make sure it didn't go anywhere, with of course the mare's rump right where her son's head was.
Morning came, and with it a daily ritual; shower (Phil had grown back to normal and was allowed to shower with his reubenesque mom, as long as he lay on the floor like a showermat and stopped her from falling - which she did, three times, each right on his face); breakfast at the table (Phil was allowed to eat normal food this morning, though his mom insisted on farting on everything before he opened his mouth), then a quick wash with him letting his mom stand on his throat as they waited for him to shrink back. Before either of them knew it she was squishing Phil into the bottom of her nylons and then squishing her feet into her tight black pump. The airport awaited. * She looked down - Mrs Metzger thought she had a face that'd win poker tournaments. She was standing at the security check, with a thirty-something latina woman in blue looking her up and down curiously. She seemed particularly interested in her upraised foot. Little Phil was trapped inside her nylons, his face buried between her toes as they clamped onto his arms, his upper body and groin pressed into her soft, smelly insole, his legs hanging limply. The security guard made a sucking sound with her teeth. "You're Debra Metzger? Of Bottom-Heavy Industries?" "I am." She replied, a touch proudly. The guard leaned in, pressing her high cheeks against her own. "I love your products." She whispered, and grinned. If Debra had been worried, all her tension evaporated at that. "Everything seems to be in order miss, just one more thing if you don't mind? A test of your balance and coordination. Raise your leg like this and stand on one foot." Debra smiled widely and, scrunching Phil once in preparation, slowly brought her weight down onto him, giving her audience what they wanted ... * It was one hour into the flight before Mrs Metzger took her son out of her stockings. Now she was in the bathroom, having a discussion with him. It wasn't an arguement, because he was currently trapped inside her armpit, and she put his face into her acrid-smelling flesh whenever he said something he didn't like and waited until he learned his lesson. She had just pulled him out, and was responding to a dispute he'd raised while choking on her smell. "Well sweetie, you didn't want to travel around full-size with your face in bum like we agreed, so it had to be the feet! I don't know why you're so shy, everyone knows you spend all your time kissing my bottom and living in between my cheeks anyway. Mommy can't be mommy without her little slave." "S-slave?" He said, a touch reproachfully. "Oh I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean that. You know what I mean though. Mommy can't be a good dom without someone to grind under her feet, or such a good business woman without her nice young son's face stuck up her bottom." She purred, lowering her arm and closing her armpit around his tiny head, trapping him in her sulphurous canyon. She was rewarded with his aroused groans, which she took to mean discussion over. "Now hush sweetie. I'm going to put you down by my feet. It should only be a few minutes until you grow back to normal and then you can take your seat beside me. We're already in first class, so it's right outside the door and to the right." Five minutes later her foot, already planted and pressing Phil into the ground, only covered most of his face, and scant time after that he was back to normal size and sucking on her toes. She flushed the lever, turned around, coughed politely after a moment of inactivity and then felt Phil press his face between her meaty buttocks and his little tongue pop into her rectum as he cleaned her ass with his tongue. "Mmm, okay sweetie, okay. Your clothes are in my handbag, over there." She motioned, eyes closed. A short while after she had gone herself he rejoined his mother in her seat, dressed surprisingly normally. He'd really expected her to try something funny, like making him wear a leather thong or something, but no. As the lights dimmed she took his hand, placed it in the warm crater of her seat and sat on it. He commented on how soft and heavy it felt. "Just think of it sweetie, that's normally your face down there," she giggled, crossing her legs towards him, "All warm and tucked away under my bum!" He sighed as he caught a stewardess giggling at them. She probably thought his mom was some rich businesswoman and he was her high-price playboy. He could barely argue at present; so acclimatized he was to having a pair of large, warm female buttocks on his face that his nose twitched instinctively, feeling cold and naked. It would pass he knew, but it was a sign of his mom's victory. He wiggled his fingers, getting a handful, a feel of that glorious maternal derriere, so large, so dominant. His hand was going numb, but his mom didn't let him out until their meal came, and then made him eat with it. Nine hours later they stepped out of the plane onto the Japanese tarmac, her in front of course, smugly wiggling that enormous arse for his viewing pleasure, he terrified to take his eyes off it, stumbling down the stairs. A lady greeted them, helped them to their chauffeur-driven car and they were on their way. Being a considerate son but still incredibly nervous in public, Phil began sweating as he sat down in front of the park bench and rested his head on the seat, allowing his plump mother to sit on his face. It was a beautiful afternoon in Fujiyama National Park and they had spent the morning trekking in the pleasant sunshine. It was the end of their first week in the country and Phil had almost gotten used to the constant stares of people watching his mom sit on his face all the time. He heard a rustling from above as she pulled something out of her handbag. "Phew! That was a hot trek, eh Phil? I'm all sweaty all over! Would you like a drink?" She said, chugging a bottle of mineral water. The pressure increased on one side of his face as the big right buttock lifted up and light streamed in. For a minute she thought about farting on him here but thought he might see that as more mean than funny and instead just offered the water down as she implied. He took it gladly, having to swivel his face sideways and rest one cheek against the hot bench as she refused to budge from her perch on his head. The water tickled like frozen crystals as it traced a path down his throat and into his belly. The warm embrace of his mother's buttcrack was all the more real when he turned back into it. "This country is simply wonderful. And the people! So courteous and open minded! Do you remember the looks of the other hikers when I kept bending over and farting in your face? They looked positively enthralled!" He mumbled something in what he hoped sounded an agreeable fashion, but of course it was swallowed up by his mom's butt-cheeks. She giggled, obviously enjoying their precious time together. Knowing full-well what her son enjoyed, Mrs Metzger began wiggling her large rump back and forward on him, warmly rubbing her sweaty, skirt-clad crack along his face. As his mom's gelatinous bum carressed his features like a warm hug he began to rise in arousal, at which point she smiled and gently pushed her right foot out of her pump and stroked his groin with her foot. "Oh look sweetie, those two young people must be a couple. Oh, they look so happy together. Just like us!" She giggled. Phil just groaned, his mind a prisoner of his mom's enchanting bottom. He'd caught a glimpse of a Japanese family eyeing them incredulously from a distance as he had drank. They were far from the first couple to look at them strangely, even if no-one had said anything. He must have been moving too much because the next thing he knew his mom's big heel connected gently but firmly with his balls. He went rigid under her. "Be still now Phil, I want to take a few pictures and I can't do that if you're fidgeting about under me." "Fmorry." He moaned through the heavy buttflesh. He pursed his lips and was about to kiss her behind, but thought better of it as his mom would probably not appreciate having to walk back to the hotel with her son's sticky drool over the seat of her skirt. He took some deep breaths of the smell of her butt instead and heard some clicking from above. After a few minutes the weight dissappeared from his face as his mom got up and her smiling face appeared above him. "Say cheese sweetie!" She beamed from behind the camera lens. "Cheese." He moaned as the blood returned to his face. *SNAP!* "Ooh, that's a good one! Look you can really see the big red marks my cheeks left on your face! This high definition model was worth every penny!" Still looking down the camera lens, she kicked off her shoes and took a step up onto the wall, then another, and placed a foot either side of her son's head before placing both hot, sticky feet onto Phil's face. With the acrid stench of footsweat filling his nostrils and the balls of his mom's feet pushing insistently into his eye-sockets Phil helped steady her balance by holding onto her ankles. "Thank you sweetie." She said compassionately, before snapping the picture and hopping down. Phil shook some feeling back into his skull as she ran over to a nearby fern pot and mounted the camera on it. "Okay Phil sit down, sit down!" She urged, pushing him quickly back down. She adjusted her large strawhat and then reintroduced her buxom bum to her son's face, her own beaming with pride and joy as the camera went - *SNAP!*
*
"Mom-mom stop, it's not going to fit, please -!!" "Nnnnnnnnghh!!" Mrs Metzger groaned with the effort of trying to wedge her whole foot into her pump that her son was currently getting crushed in, but she was having some difficulty in fitting the heel in. They were ready to head out, and she wanted Phil to be in her favourite shoes so they could go to the masseuse together, but she was embarassed to admit to her boy that she was having trouble getting her whole foot into the shoe to squash him. She wasn't sure if she'd put on a little weight thanks to her admittedly more sedentary lifestyle these days, or if it was just the humidity in the Tokyo megalopolis making her foot swell, but she could just not fit her foot into her shoe today. She'd wiggled it, jostled it, pried the heel with her finger and even slicked her sole up with a little water but all to no avail, she just couldn't get the heel around her ankle. Then she tried changing Phil’s situation; grabbing his head between her toes, burying him under the fleshy ball of her foot, painfully packing him in under her heel; she even tried having him lick the sole of her foot for lubricant as she tried to push it in, and they almost got it that time but almost wasn’t good enough for her. And if she couldn't stand on her darling little boy with all her love and weight then she just didn’t want to go out. "Ohhh, that's just annoying!" She fumed after ten frustrating, time-wasting minutes, and kicked her pump off in disgust. She’d have to ask him if he’d be okay going somewhere else. She hoped Phil wasn’t disappointed in her. Oh, Phil! She peered down into her discarded pump and half-laughed, half-snorted at the sight of her son trapped in her heel, face-flushed, legs splayed open, a tiny, thin film of cum covering the lower portion of his exhausted body. He was embedded in her shoe, his body impressed firmly into the soft insole and completely unable to move. "Was I really that rough on you sweetie? I don't think I even had all my weight on you that time!" He looked blearily at her, gasping. "I don't think I've ever been bound that tightly to your foot before." He panted as she pried him out with her finger. “I could barely tell where my face ended and your sole began.” "Well it looks like you enjoyed it in any case! If I had known you liked me being that rough before your birthday last year would've been very different." She replied with a wink. "Come along then sweetie, we've got a full day ahead of us and I've got a full list of activities planned! Nami’s even asked us to do a commercial on Friday!" "Oh really?" He said hopefully, still catching his breath. "Oh," she smiled, bringing him around to her backside before dropping him down the back of her skirt and catching him neatly between her ass-cheeks, ".. really!" "I-I was just thinking!" He said loudly while he struggled to push her mountainous, soft buttocks off his face as they began to entomb him. "That's nice dear." His mother said nonchalantly. She was applying her eyeliner in front of the large dress mirror and seemed to be only politely humoring him . "Maybe- maybe you don't have to shrink me today!" He panted, arms and legs braced against the softly pushing cheeks. "I could accompany you full-size around the city! It'd be a nice change for us to spend some time together like that, wouldn't it?" That got her attention. "Oh!" She smiled in surprise, craning down over her shoulder at the little figure struggling in her voluptuous butt-crack. "You mean you've had second thoughts about the mask? We could strap your hands to my bare feet and -" "No mom I-" "- wedge your face right up my butt with that ass-mask! Oh we haven't used that in some time, have we? And then everyone in Tokyo would see our new produc-" "No mom I mean - woah!" He was sweating so much he'd lost his footing and slipped! His mom's butt claimed another victory, trapping him in the clamp of her butt-cheeks, only his head visible looking comically out from her large buttocks like a helpless rabbit caught in a trap. His mom stifled her giggling at him and resumed her grooming. He tried to ignore that and said. "Do - do I really have to go up your butt?" "Mmhmm." She insisted. "But ... face-first?" Sensing the fear in her little boy’s voice, Debra put down her lipstick and smiled warmly at him over her shoulder. "Sweetie, you know it's a submission thing. You simply have to get used to things like having your face up my bum, or me standing on your balls, or you living in my shoe! If we shrunk you down and didn't wedge your face snugly up my crack, it'd be like me putting your face in the toilet and then not using it - and you'd be in some trouble then, wouldn't you? What would you eat! Now sometimes, yes I'll let you go in cock-first or whatever, but mostly that's a teasing thing and it's important for you to understand that what really matters is for you to bury your face in my bum as often as possible. How are we going to do an interview for an S&M network if you aren't even mommy's submissive? Hmm? How are we meant to talk with authority about facesitting, how am I meant to face the shareholders for Bottom Heavy if we're not taking every oppurtunity to put your face up my butt and your balls under my heels?" She continued. "Ev-every time?" He said worriedly. "Well of course sweetie." She said as if it were obvious. "Remember how we used to talk about you spending so much time in my ass you might as well marry it? I think it's far too long we've done nothing but talk about marrying you off. Once we get back home I'm going to get this sorted out once and for all." "Marry me off? To- to your bum?" His knees buckled even as his hard-on grew and he slipped between her buttocks until his body was hidden in her smelly depths with his member lodged tight into her sphincter with only the top of his face visible in her crack. "You got it sweetie." His mom smiled widely and winked. "You'll be spending the rest of your life between your mom's buttcheeks anyway sweetie, might as well let everyone know! We’ll have a big celebration, your sister will be there – she’s a big star now you know! – you can even invite Lashondra! And don’t worry about the stag party, I’ve got it all planned out! Us girls will have a blast, and you’ll finally get to live out every boy’s desire of spending the rest of his life between his mom’s big, heavy ass-cheeks! Now if you don't mind ..." Mrs Metzger reached back to touch her little, shrunken son, now wedged between her juicy buttocks. Pressing her warm finger against his naked head, she gently engulfed him entirely into her butt flesh, smothering his face in her crack. "Just stay there until we get to the masseuse. Momma's got put on her make-up."
*
It was a few hours later, and they'd checked into their inn on the outskirts of the park. It was a beautiful antique Japanese building fully furnished with bed and breakfast. It didn't allow televisions or even a communal dining area, but it did have a wonderful outdoor hot spring and a very well regarded massage parlour. Mrs. Metzger walked there now, her little son in her hand smelling vaguely of her rear-end. The establishment had come with Madame Harukawa's recommendations and she'd informed the maitre'd of Phil's special condition, so special accommodation was to be made for their massages. Phil was taken to his own room with a very pretty young maid giggling reassuringly at his jokes while his mother was taken into a separate room to be disrobed and oiled. She noted her son was a long time gone with the maid - doubtless he was enjoying the company of such a pretty, responsive young woman. She imagined the maid giggling and touching her son casually as she helped him strip down, and Phil getting aroused as he felt the soft skin of a young woman for the first time in years. She giggled thinking of the maid sitting on Phil's lap and sharing a cup of sake with him, before holding a glass incense burner to his nose to relax him. Doubtless Phil felt more relaxed than he intended as he laid on the massage table, ready for the young lady to begin her work. But Phil was not going to get his wish, for the sake was mixed with his mom's butt-sweat (quite harmless to the maid of course, poor thing!) and the jar of incense trapped a fart she had purposefully put into it herself earlier. Mrs Metzger couldn't stop her shoulders from shaking with laughter as she imagined her son shrinking down in shock, but, thankfully, she was quickly soothed by the oil-bearers tender hands. She cooed as she heard a door opening and looked up. The maid entered with Phil in her hands and told Mrs Metzger to sit down, and then explained the massage to them. Mrs Metzger was to lay down on the bench, and Phil was to be used to massage his regal, dominant mother's body! "Huhuhu! What a wonderful idea!" Mrs Metzger laughed as she lay happily down on the bench. Her plump, curvaceous butt-cheeks, chubby belly and buxom chest almost spilled over the edges. "Start on my back Phil, I've been feeling a lot of stiffness there! But don't be afraid to spend allll the time you want on my feet and butt!" The maid took Phil's quietly complaining body and began rubbing him face-first into his large mother's back, starting around her lower neck. "This very good massage both for mother and son! Mother get wonderful relaxation and skin tone, and son get used to being dominated by mother! Very healthy relationship!" His nose now full of the smell of his mom's skin, Phil didn't doubt that. A few minutes later and he was at last not being used to massage his mom's back folds. Unfortunately for him, this was because he had been moved on to her smelly armpits. Phil was surprised to feel how soft his mom's underarms were, but could hardly concentrate on this as his head was used to knead and massage her acrid, sweaty flesh. Whenever he choked on her sweat the maid would just hold his face square in it for being undisciplined. "Son should take deep breaths." The maid chimed. "Get used to smell." Because it was his mom, he tried. Mrs Metzger merely giggled as she felt her son's irregular breaths on her sensitive skin. Then what Mrs Metzger had been waiting for - Phil was dragged down her insurmountable hips and pressed face-first into her titanic, soft bottom. The maid smiled as she saw the mother enjoyed having her son worship her ass like that and continued it for 15 minutes before dragging him away, but Mrs Metzger thought Phil deserved a reward. "Give him more time. He deserves more time with my bum." She said proudly. Phil looked her sternly in her face, surely she wouldn't? But the maid smiled, and dropped the boy in his mom's crack. She pressed him down until his tiny, hard groin popped into his mom's tight puckered anus, at which Mrs Metzger cooed and tensed her hole tightly. She slammed Mrs Metzger's large cheeks together. Phil, trapped between them, could only groan for a few seconds before curling into the fetal position and gibbering. "Hey, hey, come on. Take it like man, you enjoy it." The maid pulled his arms and legs out from under him and proceeded to batter his unprotected body with those big, meaty cheeks again. Phil tried to crawl out, but he well understood how difficult his mom's cheeks were to escape at the best of times, and now every time he got near the top of her crack the maid would swat him back into his maternal prison. Now unprotected from the massive rump his head couldn't stand up to her ass-cheek's blows and was spinning and his vision was going dark, and still his mom's ass was everywhere. "Yeah, yeah how you like that! You mom ass beat you! You should kiss it! You slave to it! You worship it now! Little boy like you, this nicest ass you ever get!" His mom laughed at that one. He felt vaguely put upon, as she was laughing at his plight in her bum. "Oh, you like?" The maid asked. "It true you know. Who going to love little 2-inch tall boy? You want my advice, take him home, put him in butt face-first so he know who boss and keep him there forever. He you son, your choice." "I'm his mother, not his boss. But if he enjoys it, " Mrs Metzger turned her head back into her arms and smiled. "We'll see. That feels lovely by the way." "I just help mother and son with their relationship. You should thank him." "Mmmm, thank you Phil sweetie." She purred. You're welcome, Phil thought with a face-full of ass. After a few minutes the maid stopped, plucked up Phil and held his face in front of his mom's puckering anus. "Deep breaths. Very deeeeep. Very goooood." And so Phil was held against his will and forced to smell his mother's asshole. One minute passed, and then another and another. Mrs Metzger had begun to doze when the maid pulled Phil away and spoke. "Five minutes! Ah, good news! You son is very happy to smell you anal! Look how he rises to the occasion!" She held Phil aloft and brought him around for Mrs Metzger to see. Sure enough despite his embarassment and, frankly, hallucinations induced due to huffing from his own mom's ass Phil had become painfully erect from the experience. Mrs Metzger purred teasingly at her son and gave him a big, sucking kiss before resting her head back on her arm. "Go on, keep going." A few minutes later Phil was dragged down his mom's legs and pressed agianst her foot. So Phil was then used to floss his mom's toes. His head was rubbed between each of them and each plump, fragrant digit was given ample time to grab and play with his head. And then, to his mom's utter delight, the maid pressed him softly face-down into his mother's plump, sexy sole, climbed up onto the table and stood on top of him. "Oh my, are you sure he can take that?" "No worry, I think he like it. Won't it be fun find out? Beside, I just help show rightful place. He stronger than he look, no worry. This feel good?" "It feels wonderful!" She moaned happily, nearly laughing. "You can walk on him all-day now, he never break. No worry, he strong kid. He enjoy helping mom. Make him happy." Oh yes, Phil thought bitterly as his tiny body was crushed between two enormous female feet, one belonging to his own mother, there's nothing that makes me happier than to have my mom's foot rubbing into my mouth and groin. The massage continued in that way for a half hour, the maid grabbing Phil with her foot and walked gently over Mrs Metzger, exerting relaxing pressure on her through her son's body. She spent ten minutes getting her thighs massaged, then her back and shoulders, for another ten minutes her little son's face was crushed between her giantess masseuse's feet and her own soft bum and then she felt a little body being popped into her butt-cleft and she was told her session was complete. Mrs Metzger walked back resplendent and glowing in her new look - upon leaving she was presented with a beautiful violet kimono and special tatami sandals that she could walk upon Phil in on her way home - and by the time she had returned to the hotel room her son's tiny body had embedded itself in the bottom of her foot. But that wasn't the end of their fun that day, for Mrs Metzger had become enamoured with the culture of the big city and the following day they were to attend an anime convention back in Tokyo, and she had rented a slew of costumes from a nearby hobby store for herself and her son to try on. In a beautiful part of the world, in a homely Japanese inn beside a famous hot spring, a large beautiful woman slept between fine silk sheets, her face, as regal as an empress', adorned with a blissful, silent smile. Underneath her, unconscious from the heat of her mighty body and with his face wedged securely up her maternal backside, her son dreamt of the week just past. * The commercial was a mess. At least, it was from Phil's perspective. He had assumed Madame Harukawa had offered them a vacation in Japan with no string's attached, but of course that had dovetailed into "optionally" shooting a big set of adverts for his mom's joint-marketing push in Tokyo, and when it came to business that was never an option. It was a series of short vignettes centering around Phil getting completely dominated against his will by his mother, with shots like him getting dragged away by her foot as her toes latched onto his head or shoulders, or him swimming up from deep underwater only to find the plump, breath-stealing ass of his mom ready for his face as he broke the surface. They took care to illustrate the inevitability of his mom's superiority over him, framing it as "fate" or "destiny". One commercial depicted him as a tortured, brilliant artist, struggling to climb the "mountain" of his torment with his bare hands only to find his angelic muse (his mother, dyed blonde with angel-wings) falling laughing from the sky butt-first, impacting his face and knocking him off the mountaintop and back down to earth. Another showed him trying to run away from something in tears, only for his mother to slurp him up like a string of spaghetti, winking at the camera as she caught his face between her lips for the moneyshot. There'd be one where they were dressed for a dinner ball and he was smoothly chatting up a beautiful Japanese girl, only for his mother to realize this and with a raised eyebrow yank a leash that was revealed to be around his neck and pull his face into her crack as the girl laughed. Yet another had him running a race barefoot along a beach in record time, only for him to be crushed by some unknown shape and blackout at the finishing line and the scene to switch to his voluptuous mom, who has now completed the same race half a minute quicker. She would then smile in victory and raise her almost-bare foot, revealing she'd been running on her shrunken son who had been strapped to her foot the entire race. He'd be a wrestling champ, fresh off a title win, only for a massive, purple toe-nailed foot to come down from above and squash him, and a zoom out to show his mom taking his title. They were all played half for laughs, but they were also partly going for a serious and forthright tone. The femdom angle was obvious, and the mother-son element was reinforced at the start and end of every clip as a choir of energetic girls would scream "Son Life?!" and then "No! Mother Life!" as his mom made her sudden impact. He didn't get that, but then he supposed it wasn't for him. The end of the ad would feature him acting as a throne for his mom, now clad in spikey leathers and a glittery silver tiara. She had a catchphrase to say at this point but he never heard it as the role always necessitated his face being between her butt-cheeks, but he did know that when she stood up he had to repeat the name of the station as loudly as he could (despite being buried in bum) and then give a hearty thumbs up with her as the commercial ended. This was quite awkward, as when his mom stood up the part of the leather outfit that strapped his face into her butt-crack would pull taught as she raised her arm for the thumbs-up, causing him to stumble more than once, much to everyone's mild amusement. Eventually at last they got it right, with both mother and son giving the line and salute at the same-time with him on his knees and her standing with her ass in his face, and they could finally, he thought, get on with the remainder of their vacation. He was so embarassed that briefly, just for a moment, all he wanted was for his mom to push his body up between her buttocks, his face into her anus and just hide him there forever, away from the rest of the world. However this feeling passed quickly enough that when his mother asked him to sit beside her in the taxi he was relieved not to be finding his head a cushion for her bottom once again. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, her face glowing with maternal pride. "I'm so proud of you sweetie, my little acting star." She beamed. "Did you enjoy yourself today? I found this acting thing very easy personally, most of the scenes we shot today came very naturally to me." She raised one plump leg off the floor with a grin, and left it dangling there between them. Catching a wink of her eye he removed the strap from her shoe and then place it on the ground as she slowly moved her foot towards his face, letting the aroma waft around him. "It felt very ... true to character..." He admitted, suddenly transfixed. "It did, didn't!" She agreed happily. "Did you enjoy having mommy's bum on top of you in front of lots of sexy Japanese girls? Did you enjoy their nubile young bodies moving to follow you, only for you to be smothered under my big, smelly feet?" Her soft sole pressed against his face now, and his eyes rolled up as she began rubbing it up and down, caressing him with her skin. She laughed as she caught his nose between her big and middle toes and he visibly shook as the earthy stench, leather and sweat, entered him point-blank. "Lick?" She commanded quietly. He did with a large exhale, as his tongue snaked out and caressed her salty, soft, occasionally calloused skin. She cooed appreciatively, never taking her eyes off his face, framed as it was from her perspective as if her foot was resting on top of it. She arched a heel and pressed her biggest toe firmly against his lips. "Suck." She commanded, considerably more smugly. She pushed insistently and his lips yielded, allowing her plump and fragrant foot into his mouth. His brain almost seemed shut down know, she smiled; his eyes were white and his expression pale, and the only movement from his body came from his sudden shaking and drooling at the mouth. She raised her phone and took a picture. She decided to let him massage her toes with his tongue until they got back to the hotel, she was sure she'd have something else by then. She smiled and rubbed her other foot against his groin where despite himself his member stood at full mast and pressing hard against his pants. She had heard, translated though it was, that he had born it all shoot long. * The door shut with a solid click, and Phil ushered his giggling companion in, heart all a-flutter. His hands around her waist, he led Naoko into their hotel room the studio had arranged. Never having any luck with girls before, Phil was thrilled to find cute, giggling Naoko eating ramen at one of the touristy-traps down in Shibuya-cho. She could speak broken English but understand it perfectly, and she was intensely interested in a cute foreign boy like Phil! He hazarded she was a few years younger than him as he cheekily groped at her perky chest (getting slapped playfully for his efforts) and braided her hair into pigtails to exarcerbate the look of a schoolgirl, complete with bright pink schoolbag and pleated short-skirt. He took her hand, and he was walking on air. After a few hours of her leading him around downtown he invited her back to the hotel so he could change before finding a place for dinner, and here they were. "I hope you don't mind waiting a few minutes, I just feel so uncool next to you in my dorky shorts and tee." He laughed. She giggled, and shook her head in response. "Do I look like I mind?" And then with the pristine delicacy of a butterfly alighting on a petal she pressed her lips against his and gave him his first kiss. He breathed out. "That ... was amazing." He said, trying hard not to gasp for air. Naoko giggled and teasingly drew his hands lightly down her slim young hips as the light flicked on and - "Oh. Philip. And who's this you've brought back with you?" His mom was sat on the leather sofa with a glass of full red wine on the table and a Japanese phrasebook in her hand. In contrast to Naoko she was dressed aggressively, in a low-cut black figure-hugging tee and leather mini-skirt that came down to mid-thigh. Her legs were covered in tan pantyhose, and she wore dark pumps on her feet. Her mature face was covered in make-up, rouge, mascara, eyeliner and deep ruby-red lipstick, her hair was trussed up and dyed blonde in indifference to the dark-haired masses of Tokyo and she wore two large gold rings on her ears. Phil's breath quickened as her thunder-thighs unfurled and came to rest just a head's width apart. "Hi. Mom. Hi!" He said, shocked. "I didn't think you'd be back yet! This is Naoko and we just met today!" "Oh?" She said rising, and Naoko saw she was much taller than she had suspected. The maternal bbw stalked behind her son and placed a hand possessively on his chest, heaving her buxom cleavage onto his shoulders. "And just what does Miss Naoko-chan want with my son, hmm?" Naoko was blushing pale almost as much as Phil was red. She quickly looked away from the lady's jiggling bosom around her paramour's face and said "I - I take him out for dinner! Show him sites of Tokyo! I live here long time and know all the great place to eat!" "Yes and I've just remembered I don't really mind what I'm wearing right now so we're just going to be going right ahead and l-" "Oh Phil you can't possibly leave just yet," Mrs Metzger said, her eyes flashing, "not when I'm feeling so gassy." Phil went white. "Oh. Uh. I guess not, mom." "Excellent!" She replied, a wide smile splitting her face as she strode over to the sofa. Naoko felt very confused. "Um, gassy? What is?" Phil turned on a wirey smile and looked sheepish. "It's just this thing me and mom do, it's no big deal. I just smell her farts and kiss her butt a bit, you know, it's nothing." He said, sweating. "Farts?" Naoko repeated. "Butt?" "C'mere Phil sweetie." His mom interrupted, curling a finger at him as she produced that little decanter from between her plump bosom. Assuring his newly minted girlfriend Phil hurried over and drank a single drop from the little bottle. Obediently, he then knelt down on his knees and braced his back. Debra giggled. "Oh, somebody can't wait for his mom to sit on his face!" She said, laughing expectantly at Naoko as if it was a joke between old friends. Naoko then watched as the lady turned around and began rubbing the largest butt she had ever seen right into the face of the boy she had only just met! "Oh, yes! Ohh!" Debra moaned theatrically, tossing her hair and rubbing her hands up and down her rotund hips, "Oh take it Phil, take it all! That feels so good!!" The poor Japanese girl wasn't sure what she was seeing! Right in front of her eyes, a cute foreign boy seemed to be ... worshipping the ass of his big, beautiful mother? "Phil?" She said, inching back to the door... "No, no! It's fine, see? We do this all the time!" Phil blurted out frantically, lips still plastered to his mom's backside. "Please don't be weirded out!" "I-!" "Hush now dearie, we're almost done," Debra laughed, clapping her cheeks on her son's nose, "You wouldn't know but Phil's just absorbing some of my gas so I can shrink him down to size." Sure enough Naoko noticed that Debra was now leaning farther back onto her son's face. Whereas once her bulbous skirt-clad cheeks had covered up to his ears now they reached past his hairline, and soon she was leaning on his shoulders as his head had dissappeared altogether up her bum! Her mouth opened wide as Phil got smaller and smaller until - *BUMP!!* Debra crashed seat-first onto the floor, landing on a pile of Phil's clothes that suddenly had no Phil in them. Naoko rushed over, panicking. "Is he- is he -?!" She was searching through the tumble of garments as Debra merely laughed getting to her feet. "Don't worry dear, he's in a safe place." She said, turning around to reveal her naked son plastered against the leopard-skin clad seat of her large skirt. She scraped him off with two red fingernails and held him up to the light. "Oops! I think he's unconscious!" She laughed. "Phil, come on, wake up sweetie!" She took her little boy in her big, warm hands and gently prodded his naked belly with one plump finger. He began to come to, slowly sitting up in her palm. "Ah there's my big strong boy!" She turned conspiratoriously towards Naoko. "You know I sit on him quite a lot so he's really quite resilient! Which of course just means he gets sat on more!" Phil shook some feeling back into his head and, suddenly very aware of his nakedness, covered his groin with his hands. "So mom now that I've helped you out I thought you could maybe get to growing me back and Naoko and I could just be on our-" "Oh no sweetie, no, this is a perfect time for us to have a little chat and get to know each other!" She smiled innocently, looking directly at her son's small companion. "Like Naoko-chan here and what she plans to do with my little boy behind my back." She hushed the suddenly very jittery girl backwards into a chair. "No dear you just sit there, my little Phil will sit here," she said, pointedly placing him directly behind her on the sofa, "and I'll just sit down right on top of him-" Naoko rose to her feet. "No! Don't sit on him!" Debra snorted at the thought. "Don't sit on him? Why ever not? I've been sitting on him for years, Naoko-kun! Did you know that? My little Phil is my favourite pair of panties." She smiled proudly. "Besides, you saw earlier - he'll be perfectly fine even if I sit right down on him. A mother knows when her son's in trouble, and I can assure you that there's no safer place for my little boy than right under my big, soft bum!" "It's - it's allright Naoko, honestly." Phil said rising, his head still woozy from the huge impact it suffered moments ago. "I - I can take the pressure and breathing's not too much of a problem, especially if mom keeps farting on me. Honestly it's pretty safe." His words didn't seem to be working. Naoko's hands were shaking and her eyes were bright and watery. "Phil, I don't think this - our dinner - you could die!!" But Phil's mom was smiling smugly at all of this. Picking Phil up again, she strode over to the girl with solution, as it were, in hand. "Here sweetie, you can even help me put him in." The large, voluptuous Mrs Metzger said to the suddenly very small and frightened girl, who suddenly found herself holding a tiny man. Smiling confidently over her shoulder, Mrs Metzger reached around with one meaty hand and pulled the hem off her skirt from her prominent hindquarters, nodding to Naoka to drop her son into her butt-crack as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Too frightened even to notice Phil's nakedness, Naoko sqeauked as she drew her hand near to that big bottom and Phil, whom only minutes ago she was kissing on the door-step, dropped because of her into his own mother's ass-crack! "Ah, there we are." She said, wiggling her buns as she felt Phil's body drop in between them. "He's nice and cosy. Now, what would you like to talk to him about?" Phil was not a party to the ensuing conversation because his mother chose that moment to sit down on their plush leather sofa and seal his body under the weight of her giant form. However, he heard what he assumed was Japanese being said by the girl and the frantic, rushed pace of it worried him. He tried to parse it but before he could his mother helpfully said "I'm sorry dear, but I don't speak Japanese." Phil happened to know this was at least partly untrue, as by this point many of his mother's clients were in fact Japanese natives, but the girl didn't know that and responded in broken English. "How can do that! That you son! How you kill him?!" Phil was shocked. Kill him? His mom wasn't trying to kill him, she just popped him in between her butt-cheeks for a bit, didn't this girl know that? His mom sounded equally affronted. "Kill him? How very dare you! I'm not killing him, you silly girl, we do this all the time! I assure you he's very much alive!" But the little girl wasn't convinced. "No! I see you! You sit on him!" "Oh for goodness sake," Debra said, suddenly standing up and swinging her prominent posterior into view, "There, you see? Right where I'm pointing?" The little girl found herself scrutinizing the bigger woman's bottom very hard for a moment. Sure enough, there was the little boy, or at least his outline, pressed up against the tiger-skin skirt covering his mom's bottom. Or at least, there was most of him. "Where his head?" She said, shaking hers. "Well it's in-between my butt-cheeks, obviously! That's his favourite part!" "His favourite part?!" Phil heard his mother sighing. "Phil, I've had enough, tell her yourself." She pulled down the hem of her skirt and, with some effort, plucked her son's head from it's maternal prison. "Naoko, it's okay, I'm fine, see? This is all just ... perfectly normal!" Phil gasped, before his mom pushed his head back into it's home with her big finger. "Normal?! You face up you mother's butt!" "Well of course!" His mom yelled back, almost laughing, "because it's much more comfortable than your boney little behind!" The conversation ended swiftly after that. He heard some more yelled Engrish, and then his mom farted on him and he didn't hear anything at all. When his hearing finally returned after a few minutes he called out to the surrounding bottom: "Mom, is she still there?" Debra smiled, and rocked her bottom back and forth slowly into the chair. "No sweetie, I'm sorry. I don't think she was ready for this relationship. And, I may have said one or two things that scared her off." She conceded. "Oh." Phil said, clearly crestfallen. Debra smiled sadly and tapped her foot against the floor. "I know sweetie, I know. But that's girls for you. They'll drag you around, lead you on and then rip your heart out! And with you being shrunk half the time God knows what'd happen to you if you dumped one or someone thought they could push you around. That's why you're staying with mommy, right? That's why every day I keep you safely tucked away up my backside, where no-one can hurt you and you know exactly where your place is! You're one in a million sweetie; you're not meant to find someone, you're meant to live in my bum forever and make me feel so good! And I make you feel good too, sweetie! My big butt will hug and kiss you better than any flat-bottomed girl could! You don't really need anyone other than me, do you?" Phil sighed deeply into his mom's suffocating ass-flesh. After all this time, it certainly seemed that way. "No mom, I guess not."He admitted. His mom beamed, her chest swelling with pride. "There, that's a good boy! Tell you what! Come climb out of my butt and lie down on the sofa, and I'll give you a nice full-body massage with my butt! That always makes you cum, right?" "That would ... that would actually be really nice, mom." * Phil kicked in his sleep, and to his surprise pranged his foot off the bed-knob on the wooden corner post. The sensation of being able to reach the corner of the bed with his feet was unusual to him, because normally he was far too small to do so. He rubbed the sore foot on his calf as he woke. Of course, then their sleeping arrangement came back to him; because Phil was on holiday with his mom she'd wanted him to experience life in Japan from as regular a point of view as possible, so this meant that for most of the time he'd walk around at full size, eat at full size, go to the bathroom at full size and yes, sleep at full size. He wouldn't even be tied down to the bed. The only minor concession that he had to agree to was that his mom would sleep sitting on his face each and every night with his young boyish face wedged tightly up between her plump, middle-aged butt-cheeks. He'd willingly spend each and every night with his face in the warm confines of his own mother's ass-crack. At no point would Phil take his head out from under his big mother's heavy, round ass, and if he broke their arrangement at any time then he'd be shrunk down to miniature size and crushed summarily between his mom's feet until she was sure he was sorry, and then attached face-first to her sole to be slept and walked upon for the rest of the trip. Phil of course agreed eagerly to the stipulations - he'd never dream of hurting his mom's feelings intentionally by doing something as rude as pulling his face out of her ass while she was innocently sleeping on top of him - and had readily enjoyed the hotel's luxuries so far. Of course, this situation had it's drawbacks too. He was entirely under the sheets, and it was getting warm down there. Moreso, he just wanted to get up. He had no idea what time it was, but he imagined house breakfast couldn't be far off, and the thought of fried bacon and eggs made his lips drool even as they were pressed loyally against his mom's dozing bum-cheeks. He fumbled with the sheets and poked his mom's round hips with his right hand. Her soft white flesh yielded pleasantly to his touch, and her plump flanks bounced softly. No response. He waited a minute, and then hesitantly poked her again. *sngr, snore* Still nothing. "Oh mom ..." He sighed, lying his arm back and trying to find a sweet spot for his face to sleep in when suddenly the force on his face increased dramatically as his mom sat up and all her upper body's heavy weight was on him and "Wuz Phil? Wuzza?" *BBBLLOOOOOAAAAARRRFFFTTTT* Mmmng! The stink was all around him! His nose hadn't even been against her butthole but mom had a very definite stench that she exuded from her musk and of course her beloved son was the constant recipient of it. His young body, much smaller than his voluptuous mother's from years of her loving, taxing domination, whipped and spasmed under her from pure reflex as her half-awake rump kept him pinned to the floor. Outrageously, he could not get his face out from under his mom's fat ass. "Mmm? Phil? Phil, you're not trying to get out, are you?" She said hotly, misunderstanding him. No, no! he waved, and kissed her bottom frantically. "Ihm justh ... hungwy mohm!" He muttered, his voice very much obfuscated by attendant maternal rear-end. "Oh," she smiled, wiggling her bum on her own son's face, "well it's almost 7 o clock, they'll be making breakfast soon. Let's go get showered and dressed sweetie. You get in there, mommy'll wash you!" His mom "washing him" generally involved, from Phil's point of view, an awful lot of standing and kneeling, and then standing up again. After getting him sufficiently soaked in the shower she'd step in next to him, completely buff, and proceed to wash him with only one part of her large body - her curvy ass. So after she'd lather up her big, chubby cheeks and the deep dark crack in between she'd spend an extended time washing Phil's face, hands, chest and groin. Afterwards, if he was lucky, she'd shrink him down, soap him up and then use his tiny body as a loofah to scrub herself with, paying particular attention to her ass, bust, armpit, thighs and feet. However this was not one of those times, and as their bathroom toilet didn't have space for Phil's head to fit in after helping that enormous rear-end towel itself off he found himself dressed and waiting in the eating area with his mom, eagerly awaiting breakfast. But today turned out to be different in more than one respect. Shortly after arriving in the breakfast room two beautiful young spring maidens wandered over to them and both began attending to Phil; asking him was he okay, laughing at anything he said and generally flirting quite obviously with him. Phil was feeling great, until a much heavier, middle-aged hostess appeared and spoke something in their native tongue. The two listened attentively as the elder lady pointed at Mrs Metzger and then at her own bum, and made a sleeping motion with her hands. The two turned to Phil and for some reason burst out laughing, before rising and swiftly excusing themselves from the room. The older lady smiled and led them out into the hot-springs unisex changing area and Phil, blushing red and suddenly remarkably interested in not being in the dining room any longer, quickly followed as his mom politely stifled a giggle. They changed and were led into a private hot-spring, Phil trying not to stare at his bbw mother's wiggling bottom as she teasingly swayed her hips in her purple bikini. They were asked if they were hungry, and then politely told to sit down on the edge of the spring. After not even a minute Phil, a little bored, slipped down into the warm waters of the spring. It was surprisingly deep, and he found his feet on the lower rungs of a makeshift ladder. He splashed his mom, who smiled back at him, spreading her legs and then clapping her thunder-thighs together. A mock-warning. Phil gulped but smirked back, and made to rise from the water. "No no Phil, that perfect. Stay right ... there!" The matron suddenly said as she entered, striding over gracefully to the pair of them and gently pressing his head down until his chin was just below the water line. His face had come level with his mom's big, bikini-clad crotch. He stared in awe of it. The matron's request to spread her legs had pushed her hips forward, and he blushed and tried not to look. "Oh, look at that," she teased as his mother tried not to giggle, "you gone back to where you come from. Don't you feel good? Now mom, please move your legs over here." She motioned down at Phil. Mrs Metzger draped her thick thighs over her son's shoulders, and giggled to see his peculiar expression. Having his mom's big, strong legs, each the size of his own chest these days, wrapped protectively over his shoulders made him feel safe, but there were also problems. The added weight pushed his face below the water-line; he could breach the surface and breath, but only if he pushed constantly with his own body, and only if she didn't push down. Her own body at rest was almost enough to drown him. She gave her son a cuddle with her legs, squeezing her quads thickly around his face. "You look so cute down there sweetie! Like a little bunny trying to pop his head out of a hole!" She said, tightening her leg muscles and giving Phil's head a good squeeze between her thighs. With a small motion she locked her ankles and Phil's face fitted perfectly between the big, strong legs that were ready to squash it silly. "Phil," the matron said, smiling warmly down at him, "hold on to back of you mother hips, and rub her there quietly." He did so, and was rewarded with a relaxed moan from somewhere above the big maternal breasts curently blocking his view of her face. He had to admit, rubbing such a big butt felt really good, and he liked that his mom enjoyed it. But ... this was just a stone's throw from being mom's seat cushion! "Okay now, mom," he sputtered, "take your legs off my shoulders, please, and let me back up." "Oh, I don't think I should Phil," she said, pursing her lips in concern, "the matron said not to, you know ..." "Of course not!" The lady in questsion smiled, "Phil, you mom is giving you hug! Hug with big, strong legs much better for you, she can squeeze you lots, remind you of dominant love. Beside, where would you eat breakfast?" "Br ... breakfast?" Phil asked, puzzled. "Yes! In fact, here it come now!" She replied, nodding to the spring entrance which had suddenly burst open and three smiling maids, all large and maturely aged, came bustling in with big blank smiles carrying trays. The first carried a large tray filled with delicious smelling food (Phil could make out some rice bowels, an egg in a cup and was sure he smelt bacon in the air), the second with an assortment of cups, kettles, jugs and decanters for various kinds of teas, coffees and juices, and the third carried an odd tray of what seemed to be cutlery and hot, moist towelettes. The big maternal thighs around Phil's head wiggled in delight, causing water to splish and splash around him as they squeezed his skull. That was nothing to what happened next, as the first maid leaned down and with a big smile laid her delicate ceramic tray down on his mom's lap, squarely on top of his face! "Oh how wonderful!" His mom sqeualed. "There! Now you can have breakfast with son!" The matron said. Phil couldn't believe the world his face had been thrust into! Everywhere around his face his mom's thighs sat softly, enfolding him in fat thigh-meat. Right now it was like a warm, soft hug, but they were ever so slowly pressing him down into the water unless he strained against it and besides, he knew just how strong his mom's legs really were. He wiggled and wiggled, but he just couldn't get loose. "Phil? Phil! Now calm down Phil, this very instant! You're going to make me spill my breakfast!" She said, tightening her grip around her son's head until her treetrunk-like thighs had lifted the tray three inches off his face from muscular swelling. He heard the maids giggling girlishly as he thrashed in pain before his body went limp and his mother's leggy grip relaxed on him, settling the tray down to it's original position balanced carefully on her legs and his trapped face. "There's a good boy." She said warmly, gently butting his lower back with her locked ankles. This was ridiculous, Phil thought. I'm hungry too, but I get mom's big, strong legs wrapped around my head and squeezed. I'm trying not to upset her meal but her quads are pushing me underwater and I have to stay on tiptoes to even stay up! What do I do?! The matron called down helpfully to him. "Use your mother body to help you, Phil! Hold onto her bottom to keep you head afloat! Do not rely on you own body, it will fail! Rely on you mother and respect her wishes!" What choice did he have? Phil readied his arms as the blood began flowing into them again and then pulled, letting his feet be pulled off the ladder some several feet below. The tray righted slightly, and the egg-cup slid precisely into his mother's waiting grasp. He felt her legs give him an appreciative cuddle as she squeaked in delight, and then began eating. It was a long ten minutes before she was done. She had used this time to converse nonchalantly with the always happy to be of service maids who were pleasantly helpful in suggestions for their last day in Japan and always seemed to have another jug of warm sake to hand. In fact Debra was well into her second gourd before she remembered Phil was caught between her warm, heavy legs. The maids insisted on lifting the tray for her, and as it turned out for good reason; Phil was sleeping quietly, his dozing head tightly caressed by his mom's encircling thighs. His arms hung limply from under her butt - they had gone limp long since and he was being restrained from the depths solely by her motherly headscissors. "That's so strange! I've always thought he hated my big legs. I always used my headscissors to punish him or reward myself with a guilty orgasm. I never thought he actually liked it." She said. The matron just smiled knowingly. "This one of greatest gift boy give his mother. Knowledge that he like that his suffering bring you pleasure is very rare thing. You instruct son to become one with you foot, you ass, and he obey. Now, he go further and let you know it okay you crush his head with you legs." She tipped the gourd of sake into Phil's snoring mouth and he sputtered awake. "Now mother reward son with hug. Show how proud of him you are, and that this his proper place in world." With a soft smile on her face Debra then waded into the water after her son, and reaching out with her warm, soft hand pulled his dazed face into her big, comforting cleavage. She held him deep in there as he came back to the world of the living, squishing her big boobs playfully against his face and whispering how proud she was of him in his ear. She held his shoulder with one hand and pressed the back of his head into her considerable bosom with the other, smothering him in her boobs. He tried to resist and made a moan like an infant, but she cooed and hushed him against her chest, and soon he was nuzzling in there like a baby with his arms drifting in surrender by his side. "Such a good boy!" She smiled, kissing him lovingly on the forehead. "Up now, let's go!" He stumbled backwards as he tried to rise, and simply lay sprawled against the springs wall, his nudity and erection exposed for the tittering spring maids to see. "I'm tired mom ... can I just ... go back up ... your bum ... please?" He panted. His mom tittered in front of him with her hands proudly on her hips. She took a swig of sake proferred by one of the maids, wiped her lips and offered it to her son. Thinking better of it, she rubbed the mouth of the jug between her big butt-cheeks and then returned it to him and smiled aggressively, nodding insistently as he eyed the jug before putting it to his lips and downing it. She smiled as the last gulp went down his throat. "Of course sweetie. Hurry on to our room, I'll be along in a moment to sit on your face. It's our last day here and we've got a little while before dinner, after all ..."
|
||