After a few more minutes on the bathroom counter, Ms.Jenny eventually called out from the master bedroom. We hopped off, and in my clear state of mind I started to notice how large everything was. Everything from the height of the counter, to the towels and fixture looked like they were made for an NBA player. As we walked into the bedroom, the first thing that caught my eye was how truly massive the bed was. It was a beautiful Victorian era bed with an expansive wood backboard and a frame as big as two California Kings. Ms.Jenny, with her equally enormous figure was sitting on the edge of the bed with a large heap behind her. Even though looking at her put everything into perspective, the minute I glanced at Ricky it felt like we were in a giant’s cave. The wall to wall shades darkened the room, and the nearly 12 feet high ceilings gave the area a cave-like feeling. Ms.Jenny stood up like a towering behemoth and lumbered over to us until we were completely in her shadow. Ricky, incensed about what just happened, craned up his head with a look of rage in his face.
“Mom, where are our clothes?” Ricky demanded.
“So…uhhh….don’t get mad honey, but I threw them in the washer before our basketball game… and I never took them out” she said, “Well, haha, it turns out that today of all days, the washer decides to stop working….hahahaha”. With an apologetic smile, Ms.Jenny raised one of her hulking arms to scratch her head in embarrassment.
Ricky was furious. Even as a scrawny, 130 lb. twig, he took a few steps forward that caused even the mighty Ms.Jenny to back up.
“SO WE HAVE NO CLOTHES?!” Ricky yelled, “Those were the only clothes we brought back from college!”.
“Listen Ricky I uh-” Ms.Jenny started to apologize, but Ricky cut her off.
“And this was all because you went psycho and washed us like we were little kids…..Mom that was the MOST EMBARRASSING thing ever” Ricky screamed. “We’re not babies anymore!”.
Ms.Jenny shamefully nodded her head in agreement and said, “I know Ricky. But when I saw your little bodies with all those tiny boo-boos, I couldn’t think straight and just wanted nurse you”
“I keep forgetting you grown adults don’t need Mama’s care anymore” she sadly sighed.
While Ricky was still in a rage, I could clearly see Ms.Jenny was actually sorry and attempted to help her.
“Listen Ricky, you can see Ms.Jenny’s truly sorry… I agree that she went a little overboard treating us, but she hasn’t seen you in a while. It was probably a real shock for her that the day after she comes back, you’re rolling on the ground in pain. She did what she thought was best, so cut her some slack…” I said.
Ms.Jenny beamed at me with a smile so bright, I swear an angel was looking at me. A thick, muscular angel who could break me in half.
With puppy dog eyes, and a heartwarming smile, she pleaded to Ricky, “It’s true! I only did what I thought was best for you guys…” she continued, “I’m sooo sooo sorry about the trouble I caused”.
Ricky, unable to stay mad at that heavenly gaze, started calming down. This was his mother who he had missed so much and loved more than anything. There was no way he could maintain his anger. Ricky eventually rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh, “Ok ok I accept your apology. I’m not mad, but what are we going to wear?” he questioned.
Ms.Jenny turned around and tossed us what looked like large folded sheets. Both of us, puzzled, tried to figure out what this was. As we slowly unraveled it, a look of horror filled our faces. it was a custom XXXL shirt with the words BADDEST B**** censored on it. Underneath the text was a scaled down, but still absolutely humongous picture of Ms.Jenny’s bicep. Judging by the stretchable fabric and light weight, these must’ve been her personal workout shirts. We could see Ms.Jenny nervously chuckle from the corner.
“Mom….” Ricky said, “You can’t be serious……”. Ms.Jenny apologetically nodded her head confirming our horror.
“So…hahaha…. Yeah I did everyone’s laundry so I don’t have any clothes either. My gym clothes are the only clean ones”’ she said, “I’ve got plenty more but they’re all the same size…”.
With a look of pain, I glanced over to Ricky and softly said, “We might as well try it bro, we can’t just be nude in our underwear the entire day….”. Ricky sadly shook his head in agreement, and we both put on these massive shirts. While the fabric was nice and light, we were just way too scrawny to fill out the frame. The cut out for Ms.Jenny’s muscular neck and chest were so wide and deep that the shirt fully displayed our flat chests and hung loosely on our bony shoulders. The clothes went down to our knees, and the airy feeling of wearing nothing underneath made it feel like the world’s largest sundress.
Ms.Jenny, seeing how silly we looked, brought her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh the entire time. As we moved around, the shirt started slipping down our narrow shoulders. Our skinny arms looked almost two dimensional, protruding from the gigantic arm cutouts. We couldn’t even see our chicken legs since it was completely covered by the flowing fabric, and when we both bent down to lift the shirt up, it slipped right off our gaunt frame!
That did it for Ms.Jenny.
She simply couldn’t hold it in any longer and fell on the bed cackling. She thought to herself, Ricky and Danny were so small and scrawny! My thick neck was wider and deeper than their entire shoulders! My pinky probably has more strength than these college kids!
It was a great feeling for her. This was exactly why Ms.Jenny dedicated the last few years of her life to the gym and eating. She wanted to be in a league of her own, and she could fully see that now. Her life goal of being the most monstrous person alive was well on its way! While she loved Ricky and Danny, these past few days proved to her that indomitable will and dedication was the reason she exponentially surpassed them. Seeing their tiny bodies measuring up to her was simply priceless, and she had to find out more!
Ms.Jenny got up, wiping tears from her eyes, and chuckled, “I’m sorry but you guys are SO SKINNY! I didn’t realize how small you were until you put on my clothes!!”. Ricky and I turned beat red, but Ms.Jenny wasn’t done having fun.
She thought this might be a bit embarrassing for them, but she needed to see how big of a BEAST she transformed into!
“I just thought of something really funny….” Ms.Jenny said.
She reached into her drawer and grabbed a humongous gray sweatpant. She held it up high and displayed it to us like it was going to be part of some magic trick.
Ms.Jenny then proceeded to strenuously put it on, her beefy legs immediately filling each crevice with thick muscle. She had to jump a few times to pull it over her massive butt, and the ground started shaking like an earthquake was happening. With a hard tug, she managed to cover up her colossal legs, but the flexible pants were stretched to their max. Ms.Jenny couldn’t tighten them more even if she tried!
“Like a GLOVE!” she happily said, “.....now it’s your turn boys….”.
Ms.Jenny tossed me this giant article of clothing, and I knew there was no chance my tiny waist and non-existant butt would be able to keep this from falling immediately. I nervously glanced at Ricky who had the same reaction.
“Uhh…I don’t think I’m going to fit in this even if I tightened the strings….” I said.
“Yeah Mom….me too,” Ricky quickly added in.
Ms.Jenny playfully looked at us and pretended to think until a huge smile broke out on her face.
“Boys, please face each other back to back for me please” she cooed. Ricky and I, not understanding, did as we were told. Ms.Jenny then bent down and put her jumbo paws on us. She was almost able to wrap her big hands completely around both of our waists, and effortlessly picked us up. Her hands were so soft and warm, it felt like being swaddled by a heated pillow.
“You guys are so light!” she remarked, “Your big mama could crush you if she didn’t know any better!”. Playing with us, Ms.Jenny started to slowly strengthen her grip until we were forced to tap in pain. She did this a few times more with a huge grin on her face, until she finally let us catch our breath. Really feeling herself now, Ms.Jenny teased, “Now let’s see how Mama’s raggedy old pants fit on y’all!”. She opened up the sweatpants, and deposited us inside each of the holes.
Ricky and I, even with our entire body inside, barely filled up the space. Our spindly frames left heaps of room between us and the fabric. This was not possible. Both of us started glancing at Ms.Jenny’s pants, but she caught us looking at her and howled with laughter.
“OH THIS IS A RIOT!” Ms.Jenny cackled, “YOU GUYS ARE EACH SMALLER THAN ONE OF MAMA’S LEGS!”.
“100% American BEEF” she proudly said, smacking her meaty thighs.
Ms.Jenny started comparing her enormous, hulking legs with us, and bellowed, “Looks like my little men still have some growing to do!!”. It was completely true. These monstrous hams before us contained ten times the power of Ricky and me combined. We were getting scared just looking at them! I was so red and hot with embarrassment, I didn’t even hear what she was saying. Ricky, equally dazed, just stood in the sweatpants with me completely stunned.
Ms.Jenny gently plucked us out, and waved her large hands in front of us, finished with her fun.
“Earth to the boys, what are y’all planning on wearing now?”.
I thought really hard about all the options until I came to a grim conclusion. Ricky’s dad took all his clothes with him on his big trip, so we couldn’t wear those. The shirts we played basketball in were mangled and sweaty so that wasn’t possible either. I realized there was only one answer to our dilemma. I weakly said, “What about before you became so buff, do you still have any clothes from back then”. Ricky immediately put his head down in shame, resigning to himself that this was really happening.
A mischievous grin formed on Ms.Jenny’s beautiful face and she chuckled, “Oh so now y’all wanna wear Mama’s old clothing…..”.
We had just opened Pandora's box and there was no closing it.
“As a matter of fact I do. And how about something to make this fun for both of us… If you guys wear what I pick out, I’ll buy you guys an entire new wardrobe and whatever else you want today”. She had us. Two broke, college students couldn’t say no to that. Ricky and I nodded at each other knowing whatever else, we could put this nightmare behind us in just a few hours. We shook her gigantic hand, and Ms.Jenny squealed, “Ooh this is going to be so fun! Let me show you kids what we’re working with”.
There was a gigantic, solid wood wardrobe at the corner of the room that Ms.Jenny started walking to. As we began to follow her, she turned around and wagged her finger, “Ah ah, Mama’s goin’ bring it to you. Y’all just make yourselves comfortable right there.”
“But Mom!” Ricky exclaimed, “That thing is huge!”
“Yeah Ms.Jenny, it’s got to weigh at least 500 lbs!” I added.
Ms.Jenny smirked at us, and flexed her gargantuan bicep. That was the only answer we needed. As she stood next to the drawer, she remarked “It’s been a loong time since I’ve opened this…”
Ms.Jenny squatted down and wrapped her giant arms around the dresser. With a powerful grunt, she cleanly lifted up the wardrobe, as her mammoth quads swelled with power. She confidently marched towards us, and set the massive weight down with a large BOOM.
“Nothin’ to it” she said proudly, “Mama’s been eating her spinach!”. She flexed her titanic body in a show of power, confidently knowing her near limitless strength. This had the usual effect on me and Ricky, our eyes bulging and our jaws dropped. Even though Ms.Jenny made me spew with cum in the shower minutes ago, I immediately sported a half chub in my pants again. How was this woman constantly doing this to my body?!
“That was…..epic” I lamely said.
Ms.Jenny giggled at me, understanding our reaction to her strength wasn't going to stop. She played along and shouted, “Does Mama have some Big Muscles?”
Ricky and I, in a trance, nodded our heads in agreement.
“And do you guys wanna grow strong like Mama?”
We again mindlessly nodded our heads in agreement.
Ms.Jenny brightly smiled, knowing the next step of her plan was in place.
“Ok! After we play dress up, and go clothes shopping, you boys are going to join Mama in one of her legendary workouts!”.
I instantly got rock hard imagining the possibilities. A sweaty, musky Ms.Jenny in a tight shirt and booty shorts, lifting ungodly amounts of weight! Her herculean body crushing everything in her path, while I get to watch close up?! I was completely looking forward to this! My dick was pushing against my underwear trying to go full mast.
Ricky, on the other hand, knew something that Danny didn’t. While Ms.Jenny was sweet and cheerful everywhere else, in the gym she was like a drill sargeant. The one time his sister asked to join her, she was absolutely bawling after they finished. And when his dad went to help her move the weights, he walked out white as a ghost. The cramped and humid garage was a foreign part of the house that he never ventured into. His mom’s gym was strictly off limits for as long as he could remember, and he wanted to keep it that way.
Ricky, now regretting how starstruck he was before, took a big gulp and nervously chuckled, “Haha, can’t wait Mom….”