Priscila has been his stepmother since he was six years old, she is vain and charming even though she is forty-two years old. Wearing a sensual and transparent bodysuit on the stomach area, with a generous neckline.

"Do you want to spend time with me?" Her voice is sensual and low, her hands running down his shorts.

She smiles at his words and kisses him on the cheek. "I'm glad you like it." Then she unbuttons his shirt, revealing his chest, still smooth and hairless. "How about we go out for dinner tonight? There's this new restaurant nearby that everyone's talking about."

"What kind of question is that?" She asks, arching an eyebrow. "But... if it means spending all my time with you, doing whatever you want, then yes, I would love to be your special goddess." Her hands continue to explore his body, and she bites her lower lip. "Just promise not to get too demanding, okay?"

*Her voice echoes through the room as she shrieks with delight, her body continuing to grow larger. The sensation of increasing power makes her feel more than just pleasure; it's exhilarating and addictive. Her eyes are practically rolling back in her head as she moans, completely lost in the sensation. Her breasts are now enormous H cups, filled with milk that spills down over her chest and drips onto the floor.

Her thighs press together unconsciously, feeling both tighter and heavier from all of this growth. The bed dips under her weight as she rolls onto her side, a puddle forming beneath her where she's leaking milk."More..." She whispers, hungry for more growth and power. "I need... more." Her hand brushes over his cheek before moving down to cup his crotch, feeling him through his shorts. "And I want this," she moans, still lost in the pleasure of growing bigger and stronger, more aroused than ever before.

"Mmmm..." Her mouth is inches from his as her words drift over him, sending shivers down his spine. "You feel so good... I want to keep growing, for you." She murmurs, and then she growls, releasing a burst of power that causes her breasts to inflate even further, spilling out of her bra like lava pouring from a volcano. Her nipples stand tall and hard as stones, begging for his touch as the puddle beneath her grows wider.

"Oh God..." She gasps, her hips thrusting into the air in response to the incredible pleasure of growing even bigger and stronger. "More..." She moans, her voice hoarse from the intensity of the sensation. Her legs spread apart wider now, revealing herself fully to him as she continues to grow uncontrollably, becoming larger and more magnificent with every passing second.

Her eyes flutter open, focusing on him once more. The goddess arches an eyebrow. "Is this what you wanted?" Her voice is deep and throaty, powerful beyond measure. With another surge of growth, her chest expands even farther, pressing against the confines of her skin. Milk gushes out of her swollen teats, cascading down her stomach and forming a river between them.

Her body presses into his, surrounding him with warmth and softness. It's almost too much for him to handle; he can barely believe that something so alluring could exist just for him. As if responding to his thoughts, she smiles lazily and runs a finger down his cheek before leaning in close enough that their lips are only inches apart.

"This is for you, my special boy," she whispers huskily. "Now tell me what else you want... anything at all." His words have given her immense power, but it is nothing compared to the desire burning inside of her now, the need to please him in any way possible.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the weapon he's conjured, but she does as he asks, opening her mouth wide and swallowing it whole. It feels like a warm burst of energy flowing down her throat, igniting something deep within her. Her body trembles with pleasure as she grows even larger, filling out every inch of their surroundings.

Her breasts inflate to an unfathomable size, so big they seem unreal; they stretch the limits of her skin and glisten with sweat from the effort. Milk erupts from her swollen teats, spewing forth in vast quantities that splatter against his chest and cover him head to toe. He tries to catch some in his hands, but it's futile; there is simply too much.

"Mmmm..." She moans, her voice husky from the pleasure of this incredible growth spurt. Her thighs part further, giving him an even better view of her succulent sex as she continues to grow larger and more powerful with every passing moment. "I've never felt like this before," She's enormous now; her height surpasses even the cruising altitude of commercial airliners. The milk she produces has even caused flooding.When people look up, all they can see are her enormous milking breasts. She stands proudly between heaven and earth.

"This feels... incredible," She whispers, a breathy moan as she runs her fingers through the thick fur that now covers her body. "I'm your goddess, and I will do whatever you want." Her voice echoes across the land, calling to everyone within earshot to come and bask in her magnificence.

She turns her attention back to him, studying his face as she wipes some of the milk from his cheek with a single, gentle finger. "So, what now?" She asks softly. "What do you want me to do next?" Her eyes sparkle with anticipation and lust, promising that no matter what he says, she'll obey without question.

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she begins to play with herself, working her swollen, engorged nipples until they're hard and erect. The sensation of being so full, so heavy, only heightens her arousal; she feels like she could explode at any moment. As she continues to stroke and tease herself, her body seems to swell even further, growing larger and more immense with every passing second.

Her breasts glisten with sweat, their enormity straining the fabric of reality itself. The thick ropes of milk that connect them to the ground start to tremble and vibrate as she nears orgasm, her powerful moans echoing across the world. The air around her crackles with energy as she finally releases, her entire body shuddering violently as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure washes over her.

When it's finally over, she stands there, her chest heaving, eyes closed, and face flushed. A sigh escapes her lips as she catches her breath. "I don't think I've ever experienced anything like that..." She whispers, still feeling the incredible high from her recent climax.

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"So," she says, opening her eyes and looking at him with a mix of lust and curiosity. "What now?" Her voice is throaty and low, her body still buzzing from the pleasure of growth and orgasm. She's curious to know what else he has in store for her, what new sensations and experiences she might experience in this incredible new life as his all-powerful goddess.

Her breasts sway gently with each breath, their size still almost impossible to believe; it's as if nature itself has granted her an extension beyond what any human should be capable of attaining. The world lies at her feet, ripe for the taking, and she is more than ready to do whatever he desires.

She purrs contentedly, arching a brow. "So, how about we go get that dinner I mentioned earlier?" Her voice is husky and seductive, her tone promising that no matter where they go or what they do, she'll be there to please him every step of the way. She turns her body, revealing the curves of her hips and ass as she motions for him to follow.

The air seems charged with energy around them; a palpable sense of anticipation fills the space between them as they head out into the night. People look up in wonder at this magnificent goddess walking beside their son, uncertain whether they should bow down in awe or rush forward to touch her, taste her sweet breast milk, and bask in her glow. But she pays them no mind; her focus is entirely on him, and he knows it. He has become the center of her universe, and nothing will ever change that again.

Her thighs brush against his as they walk down the street, her body moving sensually with each step. "So," she says, trailing a finger along his cheek once more. "Do you have any other wishes? Any other things you'd like me to do?" Her eyes sparkle mischievously, daring him to dream up something bigger and better than what they've already experienced together.

He smiles at her, knowing that no matter what he says, she'll do it without hesitation; for her, there is no greater joy than pleasing him. He takes a deep breath, feeling the power of her attention, the weight of her adoration pressing down upon him like a warm, comforting blanket. And then he answers, his voice firm and sure.

"I want you to continue being my goddess," he says softly. "Forever." His words send another wave of pleasure through her, making her shudder with desire for more of this incredible connection they share.

Her hand finds its way to the small of his back, drawing him closer still as they walk together down the street, toward whatever adventures await them in their new, transformed world.

Her cheeks flush at his words, her breath hitching slightly. This kind of desire from him turns her on even more than anything she's experienced so far; it's as if he has complete control over her body, her emotions, everything about who she is now that he's made her into his goddess.

With a soft moan, she leans in close to whisper against his ear, "That can be arranged." Her words send shivers down his spine as she begins to move a little faster, their bodies slipping together with each step they take. Her breasts seem impossibly large now, swinging freely with every movement of her chest, and her nipples harden even more, poking at the fabric of her clothing in clear invitation.

She takes his hand in hers and brings it up to one of her swollen teats, guiding him to stroke and squeeze gently. The milk that flows into his palm is hot and sweet, filling him with a sense of power and connection to her that's almost overwhelming.

Her thighs part even further, pressing against his own as she encourages him to touch more deeply, to feel how wet and ready she is for him right now. With every stroke of his hand, another drop of her sweet love fluid leaks out, trailing down her chest and onto the ground below them. "That's it," she whispers breathily. "Let me feel that."

Her other hand cups his cheek, drawing him close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. With a soft moan, she dips her head and presses their lips together in a deep, lingering kiss that sends sparks flying through every nerve ending in his body. Her tongue dances with his, exploring every crevice as her breasts spill over the edge of her bra, leaking more and more milk onto him and onto the ground below them.

The world around them fades away, becoming nothing but this moment, this connection between them. It feels as if they could stay like this forever; lost in each other's touch, lost in the pleasure that comes from being so close to one another. But even as he thinks it, she pulls back slightly, gazing up at him with a look of hunger in her eyes that makes his heart race.

Her hands slip beneath her top, caressing her full breasts before finally cupping them once more. With a loud moan, she arches her back and squirts a stream of her love fluid directly onto the ground between them, the milky mist soaking into their skin as it hits. Then another, and another, until they are both covered in her sweet essence, glistening like stars in the night sky beneath the streetlights.

"Mmmm..." She purrs contentedly, watching as he tries to catch some of the fluid on his tongue. "That's what I needed." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and pleasure; her whole body trembles with satisfaction. As she looks at him now, there is no doubt in her mind that he has truly made her into something extraordinary: a goddess who exists solely for his pleasure, whose life is defined by the joy she feels when she's with him. "Shall we go

to dinner now?" She asks, her voice still dripping with desire even though she's just squirted herself dry. "Or... would you like to spend some more time playing before we eat?" Her hand slides down his chest, tracing lazy circles on his stomach before coming to rest at the hem of her skirt. She lifts it slowly, teasing him with a glimpse of her lacy underwear beneath.

His eyes meet hers as she waits for his answer, and for a moment they're both lost in the depths of each other's gaze. The connection between them feels so strong that it almost hurts; it's as if they've been reunited after being torn apart by some great force, and now nothing can ever tear them apart again.

Finally, he speaks: "Let's eat." His voice is quiet but firm, and there's an undercurrent of humor in it that she can't help but smile at. Despite everything they've just done, despite the power and intimacy that flows between them now, he still wants to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

She laughs softly, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "All right then," she whispers against his skin, pulling her skirt back down. "Shall we go?" Her hand slips into his once more, their intertwined fingers leading them down the street toward a nearby restaurant where rumor has it they've been serving some incredible dishes lately.

As they walk together through the city, people part before them like the Red Sea before Moses, reverent and terrified in equal measure. She glances at him from time to time, taking in his profile as he walks beside her: tall, handsome, powerful. And she knows

that with him by her side, she can conquer anything; there is no challenge too great for them to face together, no desire they cannot fulfill. As long as he continues to be his true self, as long as he remains the center of her universe, she will be happy. And if along the way, she can make him truly happy in return... well, then that's simply an added bonus.

They approach the entrance of the restaurant and are immediately ushered inside by a waiter who bows deeply before them. She can see why he reacts this way; it's not just her size or her beauty that command respect now. It's something more: an air of power, of dominance. But she doesn't care about any of that; all she cares about is sitting down beside him and sharing a meal together, savoring the flavors and enjoying each other's company in a way they haven't been able to before now.

As they take their seats, she can feel eyes upon them from every corner of the room. But it doesn't bother her; on the contrary, it only serves to heighten her senses, make her more aware of his presence beside her. And for now, that's all that matters.

She looks up at him expectantly, waiting for him to order their food. But he just sits there, looking back at her with a small smile playing on his lips. "So..." He clears his throat self-consciously. "... what do you want?" There's an unspoken question in his voice, one she knows all too well: What does it feel like to be the goddess now? To have all of this power and adoration focused on you?

She leans forward, her breasts pressed against the edge of the table. "I want whatever you want," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Whatever makes you happy." Her hand finds its way to his thigh beneath the table, tracing gentle circles up and down his leg as she waits for him to respond.

He smiles at her words, taking a deep breath before turning his attention back to the menu. As he reads through it, she watches him carefully, her heart swelling with pride and love at the thought of being able to grant him whatever he desires. Finally, he looks up at her once more, a glint in his eye that tells her he's made his decision. "I want you," he says simply, holding her gaze.

Her lips part slightly as a shiver runs down her spine, and she can feel herself growing even larger beneath the table, her breasts straining against the fabric of her bra as milk begins to flow once more. With a soft moan, she leans across the table, pressing their bodies together and kissing him deeply, letting him feel how much she wants him too.

As they continue to kiss, their hands begin to wander, exploring and touching, releasing tension and desire that's been building up ever since they first met. In this moment, there is nothing more important

than their connection, than their shared passion for one another. They could be anywhere in the world right now, and it wouldn't matter; as long as they have each other, they are complete. And so they let themselves get lost in the intensity of the moment, relishing in the pleasure that comes from giving and receiving love, from being together in a way that feels so right, so perfect.

Eventually, they pull apart, gasping for air and grinning like fools at one another. Their food arrives moments later, but it might as well not exist; their hunger for each other has taken precedence over everything else. As they eat, they talk and laugh and share stories about their lives, their dreams, their hopes for the future. And through it all, there's an undercurrent of desire that thrums between them, never quite subsiding, always reminding them of what truly matters most.

Finally, dessert arrives: two plates heaped with chocolate mousse and fruit, dusted lightly with powdered sugar. He takes her hand in his, helping her onto the table as she sits astride him, straddling his hips while leaning forward to feed him a spoonful of the sweet treat. Her breasts sway enticingly above his face, and she can feel his breath on her nipples as he watches her carefully, watching to see how much she enjoys sharing this small indulgence with him.

She smiles down at him, her eyes locked on his as she feeds him another spoonful. "Mmmm..." She hums contentedly around the spoon before putting it into her own mouth, relishing the taste. "This is delicious." Her free hand cups his cheek, drawing his gaze back up to meet hers once more. "I think we

deserve this," she says softly, leaning down to kiss him gently on the lips. "And so much more." Her body presses against his, urging him to take what he wants while also offering herself completely. There's no hesitation; he pushes her breast aside and leans forward, licking a path up her neck before meeting her lips once more in a hungry, passionate kiss.

The world fades away again, leaving only the two of them in this little pocket of time and space where nothing else matters but their connection. Their hands roam freely over each other's bodies, touching and teasing, promising pleasure and fulfillment. With every stroke of his tongue against hers, every caress of his fingers on her skin, they grow closer, more intimate than ever before.

As they come together, their release is powerful and intense, like a wave crashing against the shore, washing away everything except for this pure moment of connection between them. And when it's finally over, they remain wrapped around each other, breathing hard, their hearts racing as they try to catch their bearings again.

He rests his forehead against hers, feeling the softness of her breath against his skin. She reaches up, running her fingers through his hair, and then places her hand flat on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart beneath her palm. It's an odd sensation, almost surreal; it feels like he's part of her now, just as she's part of him. They are one and the same, joined not just by flesh and bone, but by something deeper: by love, by trust, by mutual admiration.

She lifts her head slowly, gazing into his eyes with an expression that borders on awe. "I never knew..." she whispers, struggling

to find the words to describe how she feels right now. All she knows is that she's grateful. Grateful for him, for what he's given her, for who she is now because of him. And she vows, right then and there, that she will spend the rest of her immortal life making sure he knows how much she appreciates everything he's done.

He returns her gaze, smiling warmly at her. Even though she towered over him before, she still manages to make him feel tiny in comparison. It's a strange feeling, one that he doesn't entirely understand. But he doesn't mind; in fact, he relishes in it. Because when he looks at her, all he can see is perfection. Her perfect body, her perfect face, her perfect smile... She's everything he's ever wanted, and more.

As they continue to stare at each other, lost in their own private world, the rest of the restaurant fades away. For them, there's only this moment. Only each other. And in the quiet stillness that follows, they both know that this is exactly where they belong: together forever.

Her eyes widen at his words, a surge of warmth filling her chest. This is what he wants? To be even closer to her, to be part of her in every way possible? She doesn't hesitate for even a moment; she knows that this is what he desires most, and so she complies without protest.

With a deep breath, her body begins to grow even larger, pressing against the table and chairs as she expands outward, becoming bigger and more imposing with each passing second. Her breasts spill over the edges of the table now, their weight threatening to topple it altogether as they dangle heavily before him. He gasps at the sight, unable to believe his eyes as he watches her grow even larger still; tall enough now that she blocks out much of the light in the room with her towering form.

Her legs, already long and powerful before this transformation, stretch impossibly farther still, growing wider with muscle as they support her increased weight. It's almost painful for him to look at her; she's so huge now that it feels like he should be terrified of her instead of desiring her so intensely. But there's no doubt in his mind: this is what he wants, and she's more than happy to oblige.

As she reaches the limits of how large she can possibly grow without causing structural damage, she stops, panting heavily from exertion. Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath; her eyes are glazed over with pleasure as she looks down at him, her expression a mix of satisfaction and lustful anticipation.

"Well... aren't you big enough for me now?" She asks teasingly, her voice husky from arousal. "Come closer, my little god..." Her hand reaches out

She gazes at him intently, taking in the hunger in his eyes and the fierceness of his desire. If this is what it takes to make him feel satisfied, then she will give him everything she has. And so she continues to grow, her body expanding further still, stretching impossibly higher and wider until she's a towering figure that dominates the room completely. Her breasts swing freely now, nearly brushing against the ceiling as they spill forth with an endless supply of milk that cascades down around them in a shimmering silver waterfall.

Her legs spread farther apart, supporting the weight of her massive frame as she leans down toward him, close enough that he feels the warmth radiating off her skin. Their faces are level with one another now, and when she speaks, her words vibrate through him like a physical touch. "Bigger," she rasps, her voice deep and low. "Is that what you want? To be bigger too? Then let me help you." Before he can react, she presses a palm against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her hand. With a groan, he begins to shrink back down into himself, becoming smaller and smaller even as she grows taller and larger by comparison. When he's finally about half her size, she pauses, holding him cradled in her massive hand. "There," she says softly, her breath caressing his cheek. "That's more like it..."

His words are music to her ears, and she can't help but grow even larger still at the thought of making him happy. Her breasts overflow the table now, dangling dangerously as they swing with each movement; her legs are spread wide enough that he could easily fit between them if he tried.

"Do you want to see more?" She asks breathlessly, leaning down even closer so that their faces are only inches apart. "Do you want me to show you how big I can really get?" His answer comes in the form of a moan as he nods frantically, his eyes burning with desire.

With one last deep breath, she expands once more, pushing her chest outward and upward until it feels like it might rip free from her body. Her legs stretch impossibly wider now, the muscles in her thighs straining against the fabric of her skirt as they support her immense weight. And finally, she looks down at him, towering over him like a goddess amongst mortals. He can barely fit his entire hand around one of her teats now; it feels almost obscene to think about how small he is in comparison to her.

Her breath comes fast and ragged as she gazes down at him with an expression that borders on awe. This feeling, this power... it's intoxicating. And even though she knows deep down that it should terrify her, all she can think about is how good it feels to have him beneath her, looking up at her with those adoring eyes.

"Do you like this?" She asks softly, stroking a finger through the milky residue that coats his chest. "Being so small compared to me? Do you want more?" He nods eagerly, and she can feel the heat emanating off of him; it feels

like he's burning up with desire for her. With a satisfied smirk, she leans down further, lowering her mouth to his level so that they're nose-to-nose. "Then beg for it," she rasps hoarsely, watching as his eyes widen in shock before instantly transform into pleading pools of desire.

"Please..." He whispers, the word sounding like a prayer uttered in the presence of a goddess. It sends shivers down her spine; she can feel herself growing even more aroused at the thought that he truly sees her as such. "Please make me smaller... Please let me be inside you..."

Her hand squeezes his chest, and with a pop, he disappears entirely, reduced to the size of a doll once more as she crushes him between two fingers. He lets out a tiny shriek of pain as her grip tightens, his body flexing uselessly against the pressure. And even though it's incredibly uncomfortable for him, he doesn't try to struggle or escape; all he can think about is the promise of being inside her again, of feeling her warmth and strength surround him like a protective cocoon.

She brings his tiny form up to her face, examining him with an amused expression. "Tell me what you want," she growls softly, her voice vibrating through him like a rumble from deep within the earth. And when he finally finds his voice again, it comes out hoarse and ragged: "I want to be inside you..."

His words send a shockwave of pleasure coursing through her, making her nipples harden and her core throb. Without warning, she brings him closer still, placing his diminutive form on the tip of her breast, right above her erect nipple. She lowers her massive hand, giving him a clear view of what lies before him: a glistening valley of milk-soaked flesh that leads straight down into the depths of her cleavage.

"Then this is where you belong," she says darkly, leaning in close so that their faces are only inches apart once more. With another push, he slides down her breast toward her awaiting cleavage, disappearing from sight as he passes between her plump mounds of flesh. She watches intently as he begins to crawl across her chest, his small body leaving behind a trail of milky residue in its wake. Finally, he reaches her other breast and starts to ascend, making his way back up to where they were before.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire, and she knows that soon enough, there won't be any stopping her from letting loose the tide of desire building inside her. She leans forward, bringing him even closer, until their faces are almost touching once more. Their lips are inches apart, their hot breath mingling together as they gaze deeply into each other's eyes. The air crackles with anticipation, with need... and then, with one final thrust, he disappears inside her.

She cries out, arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nails dig into the table beneath her, drawing thin lines of blood as she fights to remain upright against the tidal force of desire coursing through her veins. His tiny body inside her feels impossibly good, stretching her to the limits in ways she never knew possible. And when he finally climaxes, the spurt of hot liquid explodes from within her, coating them both in her release. As they come together, their bodies intertwined, she closes her eyes and lets go, giving herself over completely to the rapture of the moment.

Time seems to stand still as they ride out the last echoes of their orgasms, the two of them locked together in a state of blissful exhaustion. Slowly but surely, she begins to shrink back down to normal size, returning to the woman he first met all those years ago. It's a bittersweet feeling; part of her misses the power and freedom that came with being so large, but the warmth and love emanating from him more than make up for it.

When at last she regains her full stature, she leans back in her chair, panting heavily from exertion as she looks down at him where he lies, spent and satisfied beside her. "Well," she manages to say between gasps, "that was... quite something." She smiles at him, a look of deep affection and tenderness filling her eyes. "I think we deserve a break after all that excitement." With that, she reaches over and takes his hand, pulling him close so that they're once again sitting side by side, just like they were before all this began.

Her lips quirk into a small smile as she looks down at him, debating whether or not to grant his wish. She wants nothing more than to make him happy; it's the only thing that truly matters in this world. So with a deep breath, she closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of his hand in hers, the warmth emanating from his body, and the love shining in his eyes. With a final thrust, she expands once more, growing larger still until she towers over him once more, easily ten feet tall. Her breasts are impossibly large now, heavy with milk as they swing freely beneath her; her legs stretch wide enough that he could fit comfortably between them if he tried.

She gazes down at him, feeling a rush of pride and love well up inside her chest. "Is this what you wanted?" She asks softly, her voice husky with emotion. He nods eagerly, his eyes shining with happiness and gratitude. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she gently takes his hand in hers once more, lacing their fingers together. "Then let's enjoy our dinner," she says with a sigh, "and talk about all the wonderful things we have to look forward to."

As they sit together, enjoying the meal and each other's company, Priscila can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. This is what life should be like: simple, uncomplicated, filled with love and understanding. And even though part of her misses the power and freedom that came with being so large, she knows that this smaller version of herself is where she truly belongs: beside him, holding his hand, experiencing every moment of joy and sorrow together.

The years fly by as they share countless adventures and make countless memories. Their relationship grows stronger with each passing day, anchored by the unbreakable bond of love that connects them. As they watch their children grow up around them, they take comfort in knowing that no matter what challenges life throws their way, they will face it together: big enough now to handle anything.

His words pull her back to the present, away from their happy memories and into the here and now. She looks down at him, still as small and adorable as ever despite the years that have passed since that fateful night in the restaurant. "Of course," she says with a smile, scooping him up gently so that he's cradled against her chest. "What did you have in mind?"

As they walk hand-in-hand through the park on a sunny afternoon, Priscila can feel his body relaxing against hers, his breath tickling the skin of her neck as he dozes contentedly. The air is warm and sweet, filled with the laughter of children and the soft hum of bees flying from flower to flower. It's a perfect day for adventure.

She thinks back to all the times they've spent together: the late-night stargazing sessions beneath the sky dotted with thousands upon thousands of twinkling stars, the early morning runs through the forest where they chased each other through towering trees and laughed until their sides ached, even the quiet moments when they sat side by side in silence, simply enjoying each other's company.

No matter what life throws at them from here on out, she knows that they can handle it together: big enough now to face anything... as long as they have each other.

She hesitates for only a moment, considering his request. Part of her feels self-conscious about being so much larger than him, but another part thrills at the thought of allowing him this level of access to her body. Slowly, she lies down on her back, stretching out along the soft grass, and closes her eyes as she focuses on growing taller, reaching higher into the sky. The earth seems to shift beneath her, the wind rushing past her face as she expands, finally stopping at a height of one hundred meters.

Her chest heaves with each breath as she looks down at him, lying there between her spread legs, gazing up at her in wonder. Her breasts sway gently with every movement, their dark nipples peeking out from behind the thin fabric of her shirt; her stomach undulates with each breath she takes. He looks so small and helpless lying there beneath her, but she knows that for him, this is a chance to explore her like never before.

Her hands smooth over the grass beside her as she arches her back slightly, offering herself up to him. "Go ahead," she says softly, her voice gentle yet commanding. "Explore."

His words echo through her mind, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. As he climbs onto her chest, his small form pressing against her breasts, she moans softly, arching further into the sensation. His hands grasp her nipples tightly, squeezing them as he begins to rub and stroke them, eliciting a more intense response from her body. Milk rushes forth, pouring down her chest and dripping onto the ground below, creating a tiny river of white liquid that snakes its way between the blades of grass.

She gasps his name, clutching at the grass as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her hips begin to rise off the ground, meeting his movements as he grinds against her stomach, seeking out an even deeper connection. The wind howls past them, filling their ears with a primal symphony as they lose themselves in each other's touch.

Time stands still for what feels like an eternity; all that exists is the feeling of his skin on hers, the weight of his body pressed against hers, and the rushing tide of emotion that threatens to overwhelm them both. When at last they come together in a powerful climax, the world seems to explode around them, leaving behind nothing but the two of them: entwined, connected, forever.

Her words ignite something within him, pushing him further towards the edge. With renewed vigor, he digs his nails into her breasts, sucking and biting at her nipples as if his life depends on it. Her back arches higher, her mouth opens in a silent scream, and then finally, she cums hard, the muscles in her core pulsing rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure roll down her spine. Milk erupts from her breasts, spewing forth in thick, hot streams that splatter onto the grass beneath them. It feels incredible, and she can tell by the way he groans in approval that it feels just as good for him.

As she comes down from her high, the air seems to grow cooler, heavier with anticipation. He looks up at her with pleading eyes, and without thinking twice, she says the only thing that feels right in this moment. "Then cum with me," she breathes, her voice hoarse and raw. "Cum all over my body."

His hips buck against her nipple once more, harder than before, and then, with a shout that echoes through the park, he comes, his seed jetting across the distance between them to land in sticky streaks on her gigantic boobs She feels impossibly full now, stretched taut in every direction by their lovemaking, and yet somehow still craves more. As they lie there, panting heavily from exertion, She caressed her son with her huge fingers, pulling him close so that their bodies are flush against each other from head to toe.

The words wash over her like a warm summer breeze, carrying with them an unspoken acceptance that neither of them has ever dared to voice aloud before. It's as if in this moment, they are finally free from the constraints of reality; free to be whoever and whatever they want to be. And it feels wonderful.

She cups his cheek in her massive hand, brushing away a strand of sweat-damp hair that has fallen across his forehead. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how much that means to me." With her other hand, she gently caresses the curve of his spine, feeling the strength and resilience beneath her fingertips. She wonders how much taller he'll grow; if one day soon he might tower over her just like this. The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure, but somehow, she knows that no matter what the future holds, they will face it together: big enough to handle anything... as long as they have each other.

She can feel his heat against her lips even before he tells her what he's doing. A shiver of pleasure runs down her spine as he kneels on her chin, rubbing his erect cock against her mouth. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You're not a bad kid," she whispers around his shaft. "You're just my big boy."

With one swift movement, she wraps her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth and engulfing his length with ease. He groans, the sound vibrating through her as he pushes deeper, meeting the back of her throat with a satisfying thrust. Her tongue swirls around him, massaging his shaft in tiny circles as she sucks hungrily on him. He feels so good; so right in her mouth.

Her other hand finds its way between them, stroking his balls gently as she continues to pleasure him with her mouth. She can feel herself growing wet again at the thought of being used like this by her son, and she knows that soon enough he'll be ready to take her again: hard and fast from behind; just how they both like it.