Marie then stands up with her bulging crotch in front of Doug's face...

“Ready for what, Marie?"

The amazon sat there in her chair for a moment. A smile was there, light, but evident, and her eyes smoldered with the nostrils of her sharp nose flaring just so. Doug paled, almost thinking that he could see his reflection in those wide and staring eyes. Marie licked her lips, slowly, methodically, and she nibbled her lower as her smile broadened. The small teen swallowed, his nervousness rising a notch. She hadn't moved, not even to straighten her back; the giant beauty was still seated fully and deep into her chair, yet she seemed bigger and more menacing than ever.

Doug's heart was beating faster, his fingers slightly sweaty as he continued to try and rub the huge foot between his soft palms. Marie's toes were long, but straight without the curl of being bony and stiff. The tips were thick, but not fat and hammered, nicely uniform all the way to the end. And her soles were smooth, pink and clean; when he pressed his fingers into the he could feel how meaty they seemed, but not misshapen in any way. They were perfect.

And they were gigantic.

And suddenly they were gone as Marie placed them both firmly on the ground. Her huge hands gripped the armrests, her knees bent high on her leg as they were too long to sit properly. The chair groaned under the strain, wood and springs crying out as her weight slowly lifted. It was replaced with the groaning of the floorboards, and Doug could feel the hardwood shift with the amazon's size. She was on those feet, looking down at him. The teen could no longer see that smile, hiding behind the rise of a pair of large and firm breasts. Wrapped in tight, thin cotton, they continually rose and fell, obscuring her nose and revealing it again and again in continuous rhythm.

His young heart was pounding, his eyes clearly locked to the firm nipples poking out from the caps of those massive mounds. Somewhere in the back of his mind guilt was trying to talk to him, it tried to remind him of Fiona through the haze that surrounded Marie's heaving chest. But no sound was getting to the burning in his ears as he knelt there on the floor in front of her. The lower curve of her heavy roundness peeked out from the lower hem of her shirt, just above the flat plain of a trim stomach. It trailed down to wide hips that pushed out the waistline of her shorts and Doug was reminded that they were too small for Marie to be able to button them completely.

And then there was that bulge.

Marie's penis, though obviously flaccid with the curve that pushed out through the denim that frayed out on the cuffs around her thighs. was still very, very big. The length of it traveled along her left hip, and was thick enough that Doug could see the thick tube along the underside of it. The tip was even larger, round and dome shaped, and it visibly throbbed, pushing another half an inch upward; the small teen had the torrid thought that it could feel his eyes on it. Beneath the root of that monster, blooming out above the gap between the giant woman's bare thighs, were her fat and full testicles. Doug swallowed. All of it was there just inches in front of his face.

She kept her arms by her side, towering over him like a goddess before her kneeling supplicant. The small boy was there between her big feet, barely as tall as her legs on his knees. Marie shifted her weight, arching her back so her face disappeared behind her endowments. One hand stretched out, long fingers curling into Doug's silken hair. They played there for a long moment, nails playing the rise of the teen's ear, before curling into a tight grip that pulled his gaze another inch closer to her swollen package.

"Pull down my zipper, Dougie."

He glanced up, fear in his eyes, but could only see the underside of those breasts; the sight of which caused his own small penis to twitch and throb. He was trembling, his hand slowly coming up to Marie's waist when that nagging sense of guilt finally broke through that haze that dimmed. Fiona's was there with the voice, her smiling face and calming laugh. She was looking down on him with a smile. And then her smile was blocked from view by her aching erection and Doug winced with the sudden reminder of the recent pain that had seared and invaded the tender hole of his tortured rectum. Still on his knees before Marie, unable to truly get away because of the hold her large fist had on his brown hair, he swallowed again and spoke with a weak and nervous voice.

"I can't, Miss ... Marie, it ... it wouldn't be right ... Fiona..."

Maire tightened her grip on Doug's hair. It was gentle at first, but slowly became firmer, harder, and a burning pain upon his scalp. The small teen winced, his neck craning slightly, and the amazon spoke in a short and demanding tone.

"She told you herself, Dougie. We're family and we share ... EVERYTHING."

Her weight shifted again, her huge feet causing the floorboards to creak under her considerable weight. Her thighs flexed, pushing out the frayed threads that clenched about her tanned skin. The brass tines of her zipper creaked, the bulge behind them large and not meant to be hidden behind such tight and form fitting clothing.

Doug's mind wandered for a brief moment as he watched the torrid display, the light straining sound of metal echoing in his ears. As he looked at the tightness of Marie's clothing, how so much skin was allowed to be seen, he thought of Fiona's own wardrobe; how it seemed to be shrinking as the days and weeks went by. He thought of Christy and how her sandals had no real chance of keeping up with her growing feet. Then he thought of all of the girls at school, those that seem to pop out of the occasional bra, wear skirts that didn't go down passed the firm curves of panty covered butt cheeks, or how many girls' heads were just an inch or two shy of bumping against door frames when they wore high heels. In a world where women were about 6' on average, why were clothing and buildings not designed to account for such things?

And why were panties never designed to hold such generous endowments at bay, such as the beast on soft and slumbering display just inches away from his nose?

But, Doug was not given much time to ponder such things as Marie softly nibbled down on her lip and calmly asked him again.

"Now, pull down my zipper like a good little boy."

There was nothing he could do, nowhere to run and no chance of escape. With her fingers tangled in her hair, with her size and her strength, Doug was at Marie's mercy and he knew he would have to do as she commanded. He glanced once more up and down the length of her incredible body. She was 7'6", toned and lithe. Her hips were wide, but her waist was trim along with her bare tummy that just accentuated the size of her firm and round breasts. Those long legs again had a gap between the thighs, with a strength in the legs that didn't betray any unnecessary bulk, all the way don to her smooth, but massive feet. She was perfect, a picture of feminine perfection, what every girl strives to attain and what every woman works to keep.

Doug realized that even though he thought it might be wrong, even with his morals wanting to stay true to Fiona despite his girlfriend's own words betraying what he was to her family, and regardless of the waning ache of the huge member that had crammed its way inside of him, he wanted this.

Reaching up with that trembling hand, the small teen found his way below the open brass stud and began to fumble about for the key atop Marie's zipper. His fingertips were sweaty, but he they found purchase on the metal tab and slowly, with trepidation, Doug began to pull it down. The living room was filled with the low, ominous rasp of that zipper pulling open and the bulging panties it steadily began to **** its way outward with the new found freedom. Like bread dough rising, it swelled to meet his warm palm, obviously happy at his youthful touch. When Marie's fly was fully opened her panties creaked with their load; thinning threads snapped and tore, and the full view of her flaccid cock was torridly apparent to the boy.

"Let it out."

It was dark in color, a nice contrast to Marie's tanned legs. And it was large. Soft as it was, bound by the ripping remnants of her thong, it still rivaled Fiona's in sheer size. The thought that she was his girlfriend's mother, that his girlfriend was still growing, that this was what she was becoming, it scared and excited him. He did as he was told and began to pull down the waistband of Marie's panties.

Inch after inch of meaty and thick length appeared. It felt like it took forever to set it free. Before Doug had even let half of it out, it was already larger than his own paltry penis. When a little more than half of Marie's cock was out in the open, he had to stretch the waistband out and down to let out more. As he finally reached the bulbous tip, the wrinkled and darker colored dome, it popped out and swung downward under its immense weight. He tucked her panties behind the bloated sack beneath the root of her beast, causing them to balloon up around the base of Marie's cock where the tight skin shone smooth under the light.

Marie shifted weight again on her large feet, causing her length to sway like a pendulum in front of Doug's face. It was big, it was real, and it was a real woman's cock. She was a giantess, commanding and strong, standing in front of him expectingly. The teen couldn't see her face above him, not passed those breasts as she stood so close. Yet, he could hear her breathing, see her chest moving with each intake, and he heard her voice demanding once again.

"Now, what are you going to do with it, little boy?"