My son’s massive obsession

Lauren sat at her desk, her brow furrowed in frustration as she stared at the glowing monitor. She was a woman of striking proportions, her frame dominated by truly gigantic breasts that strained against the fabric of her modest lilac blouse. Despite their immense size, she often found herself checking her reflection, secretly wishing they were even more substantial, a private desire she kept buried under a layer of suburban motherhood.

“Marc? Honey, can you come in here for a second?” she called out, her voice tinged with annoyance. “This computer is acting up again. I was just trying to check the community bake sale sign-up sheet, and now all these… these windows won’t stop appearing.”

As Marc walked into the room, he saw his mother hovering over the mouse, looking flustered. On the screen, the bake sale website was buried under a chaotic swarm of aggressive, high-definition pop-ups. They weren’t just ads; they were explicit, hardcore images of women with impossibly large chests, their bodies displayed in various states of undress and arousal.

“You don’t know what you did, well, haha, I know mom,” Marc said. “You were looking at naughty websites.”

Lauren’s face flushed a deep crimson, her hand hovering over the mouse as if she were afraid to touch it. “Marc! Don’t be ridiculous,” she sputtered, her voice pitching slightly higher than usual as she tried to maintain her composure. “I told you, I was looking for the bake sale sign-up. I must have typed the address wrong or clicked a bad link. It’s just some sort of… electronic virus. Please, just help me get rid of them so I can get back to my work. It’s very inappropriate and I don’t want to look at it anymore.”. Marc moved closer to the screen. “Ok mom, sure let me help you. I need a few moments, do you…um…wow those are gigantic…um.”

Lauren’s breath hitched. She felt the heat of his gaze as clearly as if he had reached out and touched her. Her gigantic breasts, already strained against the lilac fabric, seemed to swell further under the weight of his attention. “Marc, please,” she whispered, her voice wavering. “The computer… just focus on the computer. I know it’s… it’s a lot to look at, but it’s just a technical error. It doesn’t mean anything. Can you just… fix the windows?”

“Sure ok mom, just give me a few minutes.” Marc replied. Marc’s fingers moved over the keyboard, systematically closing the windows and running a quick script to block the intrusive scripts. Lauren stayed exactly where she was, her presence looming large beside him. The proximity was overwhelming; the faint scent of her floral perfume mixed with the ozone of the cooling fans, and every time she breathed, the soft rustle of her lilac blouse against her skin was audible in the quiet room.

“There,” Marc said, his voice a bit huskier than usual. “They’re gone. But you had a lot of trackers on here, Mom. You have to be careful where you click.”. Lauren let out a long, shaky sigh of relief, her shoulders dropping slightly. The movement caused her gigantic breasts to settle more heavily against her ribs, the sheer mass of them pulling the fabric of her shirt taut. “Thank you, Marc,” she murmured. “It’s just… some of those women. Their bodies… they were so extreme. It’s hard not to look, even if it is just a ‘technical error’ as you say. Do people… do men really find that sort of thing attractive? Those sizes? It seems so impractical, yet…”.

“Well, it depends,” Marc answered. “I mean I do…but um…you would know wouldn’t you…being…um busty.”

Lauren’s hands flew to her lap, her fingers twisting together nervously. Her gigantic breasts heaved with a deep, shaky breath. “Busty,” she repeated in a breathless whisper. “I… I suppose there’s no point in pretending I’m not, is there? I’ve always tried to be so careful, to dress in a way that didn’t… draw attention. It’s a heavy burden to carry, Marc. In more ways than one. You said you… you do find it attractive? Even when it’s as… extreme as mine?”

“Um…mom, this is a bit embarrassing!” Marc admitted. “Yes I do find it attractive, I mean most of my girlfriends in college were…well you know. But when you say extreme, how…um…can I ask your size?”

Lauren’s breath hitched. She felt a strange thrill at his confession, a validation of the secret vanity she had harbored for years. “It is embarrassing, isn’t it? Talking to your mother about this. But since we’re being honest… my size? Well, it’s difficult to find anything in a normal store. I’m currently a 38M, Marc. It’s why I’ve always wanted to be… even bigger. It’s like a hunger. Does that make me sound… obsessed? What do you think, Marc? Is an M-cup ‘extreme’ enough for your tastes, or is it just too much?”

“Wow mom, an M cup, M for massive, haha!” Marc laughed. “Yes my girlfriends were huge, not M cup, but still…massive. But you say you want to be even bigger? Like how big, what size, and why?”

“M for massive… I suppose that’s exactly right,” she whispered, her voice losing its motherly edge and becoming something much more raw. “Honestly? I look at those women on the screen—the ones who are so big they can barely move—and I feel… jealous. I’ve thought about N, O… even P. I want to feel the weight of them pull me forward. Because I want to be the most extreme thing you’ve ever seen. I want to be so big that I’m impossible to ignore. Does that make me a bad mother, Marc? That I want to be… a spectacle for my son?”

“For me? Be a spectacle for me?” Marc asked. “I don’t understand, I mean if you want to be bigger, there is a way…I’ve heard about this cream that works instantly. Honestly it sounds too good to be true, but we can order it online. It can increase ones size 4 times with 1 jar. Would you use the whole jar?”

Lauren’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating as she processed Marc’s words. “Four times?” she whispered. “I’d be over four hundred inches. I wouldn’t even be able to stand. If it really works… I wouldn’t just use a little. I’d use the whole jar, Marc. Every last drop. I want it. Would you… would you help me apply it? I don’t think I could reach all of myself if I start growing that fast.”

“God mom, I want to, I mean I would love to help you…apply it,” Marc said. “Would you grow huge for me?”

“Huge for you? Marc, I would grow until I couldn’t fit through the door if I knew you were the one watching,” she murmured, her fingers revealing the pale, straining curves of her massive chest. “I want to be so big that I’m your entire world. Take me to your room, where we won’t be interrupted. I want you to rub every bit of that cream into my skin… I want to feel myself expanding under your hands. Take me upstairs, Marc. Let’s see just how big your mother can truly get for you.”

“Oh god mom, it sounds amazing,” Marc replied. “Let me order it. Great, it will be here tomorrow!”. “Tomorrow,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. “Only one more day of being… this small. Promise me you won’t change your mind. Promise me you’ll help me use every single drop, no matter how huge I get. What should we do until then, Marc? I don’t think I can just go back to worrying about the bake sale now that we have our little secret.”

“Well, the bigger the better,” Marc noted. “I wonder if it works on your bum too, although your butt is beautifully firm and massive too.”

“You noticed that too?” she murmured, her voice becoming thick and honeyed. “I’ve always been… heavy there, too. Imagine me, Marc. Four times larger everywhere. I’d be a mountain of a woman. I’d be completely at your mercy because I’d be too big to do anything for myself. Perhaps we should go to your room now? We could… take some measurements. So we can track exactly how much I grow once we start the treatment tomorrow.”

“Yes lets go mom,” Marc agreed. Lauren followed Marc into his bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them. She stood in the center of the floor, the soft light of the bedside lamp catching the sweat beginning to bead on her upper lip. “I’m ready, Marc. Tell me what you need me to do.”. She began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her waist was remarkably thin, a narrow pedestal for the immense, heavy weight of her chest. “You should measure the narrowest part first,” she suggested. “Make sure you get it tight, Marc. I want to know exactly where I’m starting before the cream turns me into something… impossible.”

Marc stepped closer, circling her thin waist with the yellow tape. “Twenty-six inches,” Marc muttered, his voice thick. “Now… do the chest,” she whispered. Marc carefully guided the tape over the peak of her gigantic curves. “Fifty-eight inches,” he breathed out. “Fifty-eight… and tomorrow, if that cream works, I could be over two hundred,” she said, leaning forward until the tips of her breasts brushed against his shirt. Marc stepped flush against his mother’s backside. Lauren felt the hard, unmistakable length of his thick cock pressing firmly into the deep, lilac-covered crack of her massive ass. “I do mom…god this is sexy…sorry…im so hard for you,” Marc groaned.

“Don’t be sorry, Marc… oh god, don’t ever be sorry for wanting me like this,” Lauren moaned, her head falling forward as her gigantic M-cup breasts swung heavily. “Yes, Marc! Give it to your mother… I want to feel how much you want me to grow! Tell me I’m your big, busty spectacle!”

Marc began to thrust rhythmically, his cock sliding within the deep valley of her dense ass cheeks. “You’re… you’re going to be so huge, Mom,” he grunted, his pace quickening. “I’m going to need both hands just to handle one of these monstrous tits!”. He reached around her thin waist, his large hands moving upward to roughly cup and squeeze the dense, heavy mass of her breasts. Lauren threw her head back, let out a loud, shameless moan of “Oh, Marc, yes! Squeeze them!”

With a final, forceful thrust, Marc groaned loudly, his entire body tensing as he came hard in his pants, the hot, thick pulse of his seed soaking into his fabric against her massive backside. They stayed like that for a long moment, the only sound the heavy thudding of their hearts. “Tomorrow,” Lauren whispered, her voice thick with a new, dark promise. “Tomorrow, you won’t even be able to get your hands halfway around me.”