It was early in the morning.
13-year-old Tyler had just woken up and was heading to the kitchen in his pajamas while rubbing his sleepy eyes, hearing the familiar fizzling of a pan, the sound of his mom making breakfast as usual. Tyler, and pretty much all of his siblings, have had a hard time sleeping last night, from all those strange noises coming from his parents’ bedroom.
As he entered the kitchen, still trying to wake up, he said with a tired voice: “Mom, dad, I didn’t sleep well… what was going o-”
It was then Tyler saw his mother, standing at the oven working the pan as normal, but was now a ceiling-touching 12 feet tall, giant milf.
Instead of her slippers, she stood in her bare feet, who each had become bigger than Tyler’s entire torso, connected to legs whose ridiculous thick thigs held an ass that could fill the entire family’s refrigerator, hammed into tightly stretched undies that made her motherly flesh bulge over the edges.
Her potbelly spilled over her panties too, such lovely, jiggly mommy fat that seemingly kept expanding every year, as Tyler’s mother only seemed to get bigger and bigger with age, and each womb stretching pregnancy she experienced, together with her bloated, overgrown boobs, barely contained in a way too small bra, somewhat hidden behind an tiny apron that only went to her crotch.
I was nothing new, as Tyler’s mom usually was bothered with wardrobe malfunctions, always wearing a size too small clothing that were barely able to contain her ever growing fertility, making it look like attire was a great inconvenient for her as she was seemingly better served going nude.
“Oh, good morning, sweety.”
Tyler’s mom yawned and looked very tired as well, since she had participated in making those strange noise that bothered Tyler’s sleep, being up all night getting her pussy ferociously pounded by her horny brute of a husband, already feeling her tummy swell with another baby inside it, on her way to expand the family even more once again.
“m-m-morning…” said Tyler quietly, starring at his towering, lightly clad mother.
Tyler was a bit hypnotized by his mother’s big tits. All of his siblings, including himself, had suckled from those, and they had only gotten bigger and bigger with time, her growing mammal glans seemingly determined to keep her children more than well fed as they produced more and more milk, giving her a rack that no other mother had in the nieghbourhood had.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?”
Tyler broke his trance: “N-no… nothing…”
“Alright, well take a seat, okay? I got breakfast ready real soon.”
Tyler sat down, still looking at his mother as he did so, but then the sound of clacking plates turned his head towards the end of the table where Tyler’s father sat.
The boy gasped, seeing the monster his dad had become, a hulking 13-feet-tall, beefcake giant, in a tight, white undershirt that didn’t cover his massive muscle gut or bulging pecs but did just prevent his huge nipples from poking out. He looked frighteningly large at the dinner table, looking like as if he was sitting at Tyler's little sister’s small tea party table with her stuffed animals on those tiny, little chairs, just scrolling on his shrunken phone with an index finger bigger than a glass while emptying plate after plate of bacon and eggs, stacking them up in front of him, which was there the noise Tyler heard before came from.
Curious on how his dad’s chair even could handle his weight, Tyler had to look beneath the table and see what was going on. After tracing his dad’s log sized legs stretching across the floor, he concluded that his dad had planted his rear on the sofa footstool from the Livingroom, but it was then too that Tyler saw the humongous bulge his dad had gotten now, which had become way bigger than the last time he had seen his dad in the bathroom. Tyler and his brothers had always had a shy suspicion that their dad’s cock had somehow been growing bigger every single year, but now Tyler was convinced about it, his dad’s manhood had definitely gotten larger.
“You lost something, champ?”
Tyler took his head back as his father asked him a question.
“N-no it was… just nothing.”
Tyler’s dad nodded and went back to looking at his phone while eating, Tyler’s breakfast was shortly served afterwards.
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