The MassMachine Ch. 2

Jack’s heart skipped a beat. She had a look in her eyes. One he had never seen before. It was a look of confidence. He nodded, starting to follow her thought process. "You're right... the machine did this... it can fix this...... yeah yeah yeah! Thanks mom, that's smart!" Jack practically ran to the room, feeling his hands shake from the adrenaline.

Helen followed Jack into the computer room, noticing how quickly she could move now that her legs were much larger. She would have to get used to this size… especially carrying the extra weight of her breasts. They felt much larger than they had even when she was pregnant with Jack. Not that she was complaining, it felt good to develop some new curves!

Jack fiddled with the MassMachine for a second but then his mom took it out of his hands.

“Remind me how this works?”

"Woah woah, it still has the old settings! Be careful with that!" Glancing back at the computer, a weird feeling started to spread throughout  his brain. It was a mixture of fear and something else...

"When I'm done, all I’ll have to do is hit enter. Just be careful, Mom. I don't want you getting shocked again. "

Helen was holding the contraption that had grown her earlier. Aside from a light sweat and that tingling sensation, nothing bad seemed to have happened. Actually, she was feeling hungry, but that was natural at the new size. Now Jack was going to take that all away from her? No way! He could do that later, for now Helen wanted to have some fun with her body and see what it could do. She quickly put the MassMachine down but inadvertently pressed something and another ray shot out at her, hitting her square in the chest this time. It seemed more powerful than last time and sure enough that tingling feeling started once again…

This time, Jack saw it, and watched as the ray connected from the tip of the machine to his own mother. Looking at her, he could almost see a look of  joy? Jack gently put his hand on his mothers arm. "Mom... Are you okay...?"

His eyes instinctively glanced at her breasts, where the machine had struck her.

“I think that machine hit me again, Jack.. that means I’m going to get bigger. Hehe - oh, I feel it cominggg!”

The tingling sensation felt stronger than it had before and Helen was giddy with anticipation now that she knew what accompanied that feeling. She looked over her body, waiting for a sign of growth. Jack was doing the same. She caught him staring at her chest, but who could blame him? She'd heard Jack’s friends describe her as a “Milf” before. Maybe Jack thought Helen was a milf too… she was his mother, though. That would be wrong. He was a handsome guy however. He never had girls over, always too busy with his research, but at 6’4 and with those bright blue eyes…. Helen snapped out of her daydream as she realized the growth was beginning. Slowly, very slowly, her clothes grew tighter. The overstretched sweater began to make a few ripping noises around her wrists and then at the neck. She hadn’t thought about what would happen if she outgrew her clothes! Jack looked on in awe and horror as the button on his mom’s  jeans flew off, ricocheting off his computer monitor.

He ducked as the button whizzed by him. The strange thing was, Helen’s reaction wasn't panicked or scared. It was almost like she was waiting to see what would happen to her. As more rips were heard, his eyes went back to the body of his mother. He mouthed the word 'wow’ and stood up to better understand how far this blast from the machine would take his mother.

"Mom, are you okay?"

She looked at her hands, then her legs, and finally her son.

“Never better. Who knew growing would be so much fun? And I don’t think I’m done yet!”

As Helen said that, she felt a surge of growth in my breasts. Her bra strap snapped and finally her boobs were free of that restrictive cage. Luckily her sweater was still on, so she was covered, but who knew how long until that gave out too.

“Eyes up here, mister,” she said, seeing Jack ogle her tits.

He lifted his gaze to meet my eyes and Helen laughed.

“Well this is a change, isn’t it? Big, strong, Jack looking up at his poor old Mommy?”

He blushed. Helen liked causing him embarrassment, it was fun. He certainly would think twice about sassing her now that she was a good 4 inches taller than him, standing around 6’8. The reality of that hadn’t really set in for her yet. How would she go to work and go about life? Then she remembered the machine could probably reverse it, so she stopped worrying and gave in to the pleasure of growth.

Jack's eyes went wide at his mothers reaction.

"No... this isn't right. We NEED to fix this... you're turning into a freak!"

The words flew out of his mouth without much thought. He clamped his mouth shut as he looked up at his mother. Backing away, he tried to blink his thoughts into cohesion. As he took another step, he fell back on his chair, throwing his arms out to steady him. Without having to look back, he heard the click of keyboard keys and he spun around in panic. The screen was still a rainbow of colors, but he heard the machine begin to build up again. He whipped his head back to see it begin to shoot again. "NO!"

“A FREAK? Fix this? Jack, Jack, Jack… tsk tsk tsk that’s no way to treat your mother is it? Especially not when she’s capable of crushing you with —”

Just then Helen felt the machine fire another pulse at her. The tingling started, that wonderful tingling. Her son looked at her like a deer caught in headlights. Helen knew it. He knew it too. She was about to get huge. Her jeans had reached their limit and rather than try to take them off, Helen flexed her legs and they ripped in half, falling on the ground. It felt good to be so powerful… almost addicting. She tore off her sweater and held her tits with one arm. Her bright pink panties were holding on for dear life, stretched around those curvaceous hips. Speaking of curves, Helen was suddenly aware just how much her proportions had grown. She had to be an F cup by now, no, an H cup! Her breasts had serious heft to them and they were all Jack could look at. Boys will be boys, she laughed to herself.

There was no mirror in the computer room but Helen could feel that her ass was huge. Big enough that she could twerk it like those girls she’d seen in rap videos.  I bet Jack would like that, she thought.

“Young man, I don’t know what you did, but nothing is changing until I say so. I’m going to my room. You stay here until I tell you.”

She turned to go and realized that she had to duck under the doorways now, which meant her height was over 7 feet! Helen glanced over her shoulder and saw Jack staring at her ass as she left.

Jack could feel his cock straining in his pants. Seeing his own mother tower over him was.... intoxicating. She didn't look bad... hell she looked amazing. All he could think about was her jiggling anywhere and everywhere. Then he thought about her growing even bigger. She deserved to be bigger, the biggest in the world!

As soon as he was sure she was gone, he opened up his pants and squeezed his cock, feeling it react. He moaned quietly, not wanting to be loud, but his body wanted something more. It wanted her.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom Helen was pleasuring herself as well. Seeing how tiny Jack looked compared to her was so.. sexy. There was a dominant side that had awoken in the middle aged woman with the recent growth, a side Helen didn’t know was there. She’d usually gone for bad boys, but now she wanted someone who would be obedient to her. Who would serve her. After all, she’d put up with Jack’s shit for years, it was time he showed his mom some respect. Helen fingered her pussy, thinking of Jack. She could do anything she wanted to him. Anything. She slipped off her panties and put on a bathrobe. It barely extended beyond those curvy hips, but it was enough. She tied it, her cleavage threatening to burst out at any given moment, and sauntered downstairs.

As Helen got closer to the computer room, she heard some strange noises. A rhythmic beating noise and.. heavy breathing? She blushed, realizing what was happening. My god, I’m affecting him more than I thought! She cleared her throat.

“You can come out now mister. Mommy’s got something to tell you.”

Jack nearly choked but recovered by buttoning up his pants. Standing up, he took a breath before stepping outside the computer room. He was stunned. Looking at his mother, she looked more akin to a goddess than herself a couple of hours ago. Licking his lips, he found his blood rushing to his ears.

"Yes mom?"

He tried to ignore the feeling of precum dripping from his head and staining his underwear. His eyes darted everywhere but up. There was too much skin, too much Helen... It only caused his boner to rage harder than ever.

She was aware of Jack’s eyes all over her, practically begging for her to open the bathrobe and show him her breasts. Heh. Maybe I should do that, then again maybe it would be more fun to tease him a bit more, she thought.

“Jack, why have you been so rude to me all these years? What did I do to deserve that?”

"I...."

The question was hard, but not in the way he wanted it. His thoughts were ablaze with hormones and dirty thoughts.

"I don't know. I'm sorry. I guess I didn’t realize how mean I was."

This was hitting a point where he started to squirm. She could hurt him, spank him, like when he was young. This was mind-bending and he felt fear take hold of his heart. He looked down at the floor like a little kid.

“I think you need to be punished. You’ve been a naughty naughty boy, treating mommy like that.”

Helen took Jack and with surprising strength brought him over to the couch and forced him down. He was following her every move, not protesting. My god, this is pathetic. I could do anything I want to him right now.

“What do you think is fair? What should I do with you?” Helen asked, cocking an eyebrow and noticing the bulge in his jeans.  Where did that come from?

She seemed even taller now, as he looked up from the couch. Jack’s  mouth moved but no words would come out. As her eyes moved down his body, Jack could feel them find his dick through his pants. He shuddered before whispering "Fu-ck.." He froze, not breathing once he realized what fell out of his mouth. He tried to shrink into the cushions.

“Get on the ground. I said, On. The. Ground. Now,” the giantess demanded.

Jack slid off the couch and knelt at my feet. He kept his eyes pointed down, but Helen could tell he was dying to look up. To see his gigantic mother tower over him. To catch a glimpse up her bathrobe. Lucky for him, she was horny too. She undid the knot on the bathrobe and let it slide off her shoulders. Jack saw it fall in a heap around her ankles and slowly lifted his eyes, traveling up her long legs, beyond those plump thighs, until they came to rest on her pussy. That big, beautiful pussy. Helen watched his reactions with amusement as he brought his gaze up further, beyond her navel and to her breasts. They hung freely, unobstructed. In the cold air, each nipple stood erect, an inch long and a centimeter thick. Finally, Jack’s blue eyes met his mother’s. There was something in them Helen hadn’t seen before. Lust. Pure, lust. Just for her.

“Now. About that punishment,” Helen began. “It seems growing has made me a little frisky. Horny, actually. You’re going to take care of that. I think you can start by putting that tongue to good use in between my legs.”

Immediately Jack’s mouth began to water. He moved slowly up her legs, little kisses here and there, waiting for a command to stop. It never came. As Jack got close, he could smell her sweetness. It was the best smell he had ever encountered and his brain lit up with what he needed to do. He had to kneel to reach his mother's pussy, but he began with conviction, his tongue greedily massaging the clit as one hand traveled into his pants and began to jerk. After a minute, he began to mumble out a chant "Bigger... bigger mommy" into her nether regions. He savored every drip that came from her lips.

Helen threw her head back, finally getting the relief she’d been aching for.

“Good boy,” she purred. “That’s it. Lick mommy’s pussy…. Mmmm Yes oh FUCK YES!”

It was heaven. However, Helen noticed Jack playing with himself simultaneously. That wasn’t going to fly. She used a leg to kick his hand out of the way.

“You get to touch yourself when mommy says so. I don’t want to see you doing that without my permission. Understood?”

Looking up, her juices dripping from his chin, Jack only nodded up at her before throwing his head back into her muff. His dick twitched, but he forced the thought out of his mind. Even so, a little voice seemed to echo in his head, saying this was wrong; it wasn't his normal mother. She was getting more aggressive. He ignored it, using his tongue in little circles until he could feel her muscles react and tense up before being showered in her juices. Helen’s body shuddered as each wave of pleasure washed over her. She squeezed Jack’s head so tight he thought it would pop. Finally, she relented and laid back, a sweaty heap of flesh.

“Well, it seems like we’ve gotten some good data for that machine of yours,” she said. “Care to experiment further?”