MidReal Story

Secrets of a Giantess Mom

Anonymous

May 29

Scenario:Unaware Giantess Ssbbw mom

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Unaware Giantess Ssbbw mom

Jamie's father and Emily's husband,supportive and practical,average height with greying hair,calm and rational

the giantess mother,Jamie's mother and a former scientist,tall and imposing with soft features,caring yet secretive

son of the giantess,curious and protective,short with messy brown hair,imaginative and brave

I was looking for my toy car in the attic when I found the box of old clothes.

I’d never seen them before, and they were huge.

I picked up a pair of jeans and held them against me.

They were as tall as I was, but much too wide.

I was searching for my toy car.

It was my favorite, a big blue metal thing that I could push around the attic floor.

It was supposed to be in one of the boxes up here, but for the life of me I couldn’t find it.

I put the jeans down and looked around the rest of the attic, but I still couldn’t see it.

So I went back to the box I had found and started to dig through it, hoping my car was in there somewhere.

But it wasn’t.

Instead I found a bunch of old clothes that looked like they would fit me pretty well, except that they were way too big for me.

Too big for my parents too.

I held a pair of jeans up against me, but they were taller than I was, and so wide I could have put both of my legs into one of the legs.

I dropped the jeans back into the box and looked at the rest of the stuff.

There wasn’t anything here for me to play with.

I heard my mom calling me from downstairs, so I gave up on looking for my car and ran back down to see what she wanted.

It wasn’t going to be anything good.

I sat at the top of the stairs and looked down at the landing below.

There was a big wooden stair rail next to me that I could hold onto if I needed to.

The landing was a good two feet below where I was standing, but it didn’t look like it would be very hard to jump down.

I listened carefully to make sure that my mom wasn’t coming up the stairs to catch me and send me back into the attic.

But she wasn’t, so I waited another moment before jumping down from the top step to the landing below.

I landed hard on my feet, but I didn’t fall over or hurt myself.

The noise sounded really loud in the house, so I stopped for a minute to see if my parents had heard me jumping down the stairs.