In a beauty shop a few colored employees were waiting for their next customer appointment.
A lot had changed since the white takeover, store had been built larger to comminate white people's size, and so the shop was ridiculous larger than its employees were. Emma was the head employee, a dark-skinned, lovely Latino girl, who like the rest of the workers awaited their customer’s arrival.
And there she came.
A white, giantess mother stomped her way inside the beauty shop, each step making her good amount of mummy fat wobble together with her colossal, cleavage-exposed rack, tightly secured with a giant bra that still struggled to contain the sagging, sex mounds she had. Wearing sunglasses while carrying giant bags with newly bought clothes, which she dropped as she approached her customized sized chair, promptly plunging her fat ass down which made the entire store shake.
“Uuh” the soccer mom said, while groping her bum: “Feels like its gotten a bit fatter since last time, I really shouldn’t have eaten all those fries.”
Emma imagined how many truckloads of fires it would take to feed this woman as she climbed up on a podium, so she was on same height as the armrests.
“Welcome, Miss Laura, we’re so pleased to see you again! Our entire team have prepared your usual routine and ready to begin.”
“Oh, so lovely, Emma dear, I can’t wait to receive some good service from you.” Miss Laura smiled. The other employees got to work, beginning to clean Miss Laura’s feet, fingers and toes.
“Forgive me the smell, I have just been to yoga practice.” Miss Laura said down to the workers.
“Oh how did that go, Miss Laura?” said Emma, while cleaning the giantess’ fingernails, Emma was employed to be the conversation partner during a customer’s stay, so they didn’t get bored.
“Oh, it was soo difficult, it’s hard to reach the floor when you got a rack this size!” Miss Laura hinted down at her humongous chest, Emma could imagine how difficult stretch exercises were with those two white, queen melons attached to her. “It was my husband idea after I broke my second pair of pants, telling me I had gained too much weight lately, but what white mom didn’t gain 300 kilos these last couple of weeks?”
Miss Laura and Emma laughed, her statement waking up last weeks’ memories inside Emma.
Being an adopted child, Emma had a white mother who had given her this job position in the store. She remembered the day when her mother started growing. Emma had already surpassed her mother both in height and beauty, but suddenly out of nowhere she began gaining on her, getting taller, bigger and bustier while still keeping her motherly nature. Emma had complained that mothers shouldn’t be taller than their daughters, but her continuously growing mother who now towered over her like when Emma was a child said: “Oh sweety, it’s just how things are now. You’re never going to be bigger than mom again!” her laugher making her voluptuous, fat mummy body shake as it rippled and burst out of her clothes, Emma was forever going to be in her mother’s tall, fat and curvy shadow. Boomers like her were back in control now.
Emma snapped out of it and tried to keep the conversation going:
“How’s the family then, miss Laura?”
“Oh, they all at good health, Lucas has having trouble in school though, he’s beginning to bump his head against the ceiling since the school he goes to haven’t expanded their buildings yet.”
“He is having growth problems?”
“Oh yeah, and not only in height. My little boy has already gotten so lengthy, each day another inch is added to his healthy, young cock, getting so long and big already for his age, making me so proud of my little growing boy. And his balls too, turning out so nice and plump, oh he is going to produce big, horse loads if he keeps growing like this.”
This made Emma a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable, she couldn’t help but imagine that timing production of cock growth between a white boy’s legs, whose white genes dictated should be colossal and virile, which intimidated other races by their fierce and powerful growth spurts since it could reach intolerable lengths.
The cleaning of Miss Laura’s feet and hand was almost done while she kept on talking to Emma: “I need to find him a sturdy girl he can have fun with, would be a waste if he just jerked all that semen off. Oh, it could be wonderful to have a bunch more grandbabies.”
Pedicure and nail polish were added while the busted old mummy Miss Laura dreamt of her son producing grandchildren to her, expanding their family tree even wider.
“Alright Miss Laura, time for the next procedure, please lay on the massage table and place your clothes on that chair over there.”
Miss Laura stripped, showing all the employees down below her, her mighty, pale, colossal, thick body which she placed backdown on the massage table.
It was time to massage her body, wash her hair and wax her pussy and armpits, the many Asian and African employees scrambling on the bumpy, white landscape of soft, mature flesh, while Miss Laura laid relaxed and enjoyed the effort and attention.
It was really difficult to serve huge, white people, especially when it seemed like they got bigger each day, and Miss Laura was no exception. Her hair was scrubbed and washed in a huge bowl of warm soupy water placed at the head end of the massage table, getting treated like clothing as the employees literally had to use washing boards to clean it. Her fat folds getting rubbed and stroked with oil by tiny hands trying to satisfy the behemoth they were walking on.
And then there was Miss Laura’s huge, overgrown pussy that badly needed a trim. It simply showed how much of a mature woman Miss Laura was since she could grow such a large, thick and tangled bush between her incredible wide hips. It took hours before the crew had shaved it all off, revealing Miss Laura’s plump, hard textured labia that seemed saggy after a lifetime of hard pussy pounding.
Finishing her up with eye lashes, makeup, and lipstick. Miss Laura was now perfumed and pampered.
“So, any big plans for tonight, Miss Laura?” Emma asked as she typed in the bill.
“Oh, just some adult time with my man, and perhaps make another batch of kids.” Miss Laura smiled down at Emma while biting her lower lip.
“But… but I thought you said last time that you had reached your menopause?”
“I did, but lately?” Miss Laura went down to Emma face to face and whispered: “It seems like I’m getting my periods again.”
Emma was shocked and stood silent in front of the giantess gaze.
“I think my womb just decided to get back to work again, Emma, isn’t that exciting? Perhaps I can get a few more children then, it would be so nice to feel my belly swell with life again.”
Emma had heard stories of white grannies getting pregnant, but she only thought them as rumors. Were the old baby-making factories getting into commission again?
Miss Laura kept going with her low voice in excitement: "You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to wear my tight, little office uniform from last week, really show him how much my body strains the fabric now as my white shirt is button stretched from my boobs and my pants only able to fit me if I have the fly open. Then I will do a bit of roleplay, telling him how I’m too big for the company and that I need a raise as I pop out of my shirt. That would really rail him up.”
The picture of Miss Laura trying to stuff herself down in her earlier office uniform made Emma a bit frighten, since it just was a show on how much Miss Laura had grown in a matter of days.
“I will send you some photos if anything happens, good to see you again dear, bye!”
Miss Laura made her way out of the beauty shop, leaving Emma behind a bit scared for the future.
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