GITJ Tangent Story: "Mommies Beyond Measure, p7-9" by AgeOfTheGiantess

Mommies Beyond Measure

                by AgeOfTheGiantess

Part 7: The Reveal

Knock Knock Knock

Someone, somewhere, was knocking lightly on a door. My eyes opened slowly. I was splayed out in Eva’s king size bed. Through the window, I could see the sun was up in full. 

Knock Knock Knock

“Coming!” I heard Eva sing. She was far away, or at least in another room. I heard the sound of a door being opened followed by squeals of delight and some hasty ‘hellos’.

I sat silently, taking a moment to get my bearings. Was Eva expecting company? I guess I should just wait it out back here. How long could it possibly take? I could probably even go back to sleep, if my lingering hardness could be quieted. Closing my eyes against the sun, I tried to ignore the female voices and let sleep overtake me. 

“Wow, you look great!” 

“Yeah, you too. Did you get some sun at the resort?”

“Sure did. So, is he here?”
“Yeah, he’s in the other room. Sleeping it off. He’ll probably be up soon though. How about some coffee while we wait?”

My ears perked up. They were talking about me, right? They had to be. Who else could be sleeping here? I tried to listen more intently, trying to stifle the panic that surged through me. Panic… because, dear reader, I recognized BOTH of those voices.

I couldn’t really make out the conversation, I assumed they moved to a different room, or possibly were just speaking more quietly. For whatever reason, I was sure I knew the guest’s voice. Sydney, my ex-girlfriend, was here! Holy shit, do they know each other? Did Eva know she had inadvertently slept with Sydney's ex (ie, me!) last night? Was this all some big messy coincidence? Whatever it was, it didn’t bode well for me.

I looked for an escape. We had definitely come up some stairs last night on our way in, so a window escape was out of the question. Dammit, where are my clothes?! I rifled through the bedding, looked underneath the bed, and even checked the closet. Eventually, I was forced to concede that my clothes were not in this room. Only my briefs remained, crumpled unceremoniously amongst the sheets, all crusty from my first orgasm in the entryway last night. Ugh, the entryway! Eva had undressed me only a few feet from the front door. Were my pants and shirt still out there?

I didn’t have a lot of good options, so I chose a bad one. Draping a sheet around myself a bit like a makeshift toga, I tried to tiptoe down the hallway and retrieve my clothes. Then, if I was lucky, I could slip out the front door unnoticed. I’d call Eva later and make up some reason why I had to skip out.

But as I tried to ninja down the hallway, their voices carried.

“Yeah, you’re going to love what I’ve done to him.”
“Yay! This is so exciting! Can we wake him up? I can’t wait any longer.”

So this wasn’t a coincidence! They were definitely both talking pointedly about me. But what did Eva mean when she said “what she'd done to me”? A squeaky floorboard interrupted my racing thoughts.

“Oh, I think he’s awake!”

Fuck. 

Wishing I was wearing anything more dignified than a loose sheet, I peeked around the corner.

Both girls were sitting at a table watching me intently. Sydney was wearing a simple low-cut cream-colored sundress that left very little Sydney to the imagination. Eva was wearing a vaguely-sheer silk robe of ivory.  Both had mugs of coffee in front of them.

“Oh, our sweet boy has woken up. Come on out sweetie, we want to talk to you.” Eva smiled encouragingly.

Taking a very brave step out, I instinctively tried to act casual. “Ohh, um. Hey Syd. What are you doing here?”

Seeing I was wearing a sheet, Sydney scrunched her nose and repressed a giggle. “Come sit with us, cutie. We’ll explain everything.”

“Do you have my clothes?” I asked, addressing Eva, “I'd love to get dressed before talking.”

“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing?” Eva asked playfully. “No no, my sweet boy, clothes aren’t important right now. Come sit.” The last line was delivered as a command. Almost without acknowledging it, my feet had started taking steps towards the table.

Damn. I guess we’re doing this. 

“Do you want some coffee, hun?” Eva asked sweetly. “You must be tired after last night.”

‘Umm, sure.” I watched as Eva got up to pour me a mug, and then set it down gently in front of me. The coffee’s color was so light, it looked like it was more than half cream. Taking a sip, I decided to address the elephant in the room. 

“So, ummm, what’s going on?” 

Seemingly tickled pink by my confusion, both girls smiled.

“Well, it's kind of a long story,” Eva began, “Why don’t we just let Sydney tell it?”

“S-sure but-”

“Shhh, sweetie,” she stopped me, “All you have to do is listen.”

Both girls’ smiles grew, seeing how well I quieted down, and Sydney tucked an errant strand of wavy blonde hair behind her ear before starting. 

“Well. It all started when you broke up with me. I was heartbroken. I know you said you wanted to keep things casual, but that didn’t stop me from getting attached. I guess I let my imagination run wild. There was just something inside me, a voice maybe, that I didn’t recognize at the time. It gave me all these…. urges. I don’t know, it was hard to explain, even to myself, but I had these silly maternal fantasies that I wanted to play out with you. At first I thought it was just biology… my body wanting to make babies with you. But the fantasies were more complicated than that. Either way, those fantasies came crashing down the day you broke up with me.”

“I cried for days.” She continued after a deep breath. “I didn’t even want to get out of bed. My friend Hannah suggested I go to therapy to talk to someone about my feelings. And that’s when it hit me, I knew a therapist! Eva and I met at a Westhall last summer! We had the same mentor, Dr. Thompson, and we met at the ceremony celebrating her becoming head of her department. Dr. Thompson is huge these days, both professionally and literally, she’ll probably be a Dean within a year. But that's a story for a different day.”

“So, I looked Eva up online and made an appointment. Her website said she focused on women’s empowerment, and maybe a little confidence boost was exactly what I needed. So I go in for my first appointment and start telling Eva all about you and us and these urges. And she was so helpful! She said all my urges were normal! Lots of women have them these days, we just needed to harness them a bit. I was already feeling better and then she asked some more about you and what you liked. I said ‘well, he’s obsessed with my tits’ casually...”

I brustled at this (admittedly accurate) description.

“...but she seemed really interested in that and asked a lot more questions. 

“You see sweetie, Eva made me realize you weren’t just lusting for my breasts. You really did love me, you just didn’t know it. Your breast fixation was about channeling your desire for a mommy, a desire for a mommy girlfriend that you shoved way down. And even subconsciously, you already saw me as a mother figure. And what love is more beautiful and true than the love between a mother and her little boy?”

I listened to all of this with growing apprehension. So, what was she saying? Did she think we were getting back together or something? Or that she wanted to gulp pretend to be my mother? This unhinged conversation was quickly veering into deranged territory. Maybe when she was done monologuing I could grab my clothes and get out of here. 

Eva grabbed my hand gently, once again flashing those green eyes that seemed to look deep into my soul. She held my gaze there before breaking the silence.

“That's when I told Sydney about my little side hustle. Yes, my main business with the Counseling Collective is focused on female empowerment. But, I also do some side work with men. Helping them get in touch with their most basic instincts. More of a clinical hypnotherapy approach than the usual talk therapy. People scoff at that word, ‘hypnotherapy’, but I assure you it's very effective. I usually counsel men having a hard time adjusting to this changing world, men who can’t accept the way things are becoming. After our sessions, I give them back to their wives or bosses or girlfriends and move on. But when Sydney and I started meeting more outside of work for drinks or lunch, I couldn’t help feeling her same urges. Subtly at first, but growing stronger every day. I don’t know, maybe her mommy girlfriend ideas were contagious or something…”

Both girls giggled.

“Anyway, she showed me pictures of you and we talked about how adorable you were for the rest of lunch.” 

Sydney was nodding agreeably. “That's when we came up with an idea to work together. To help each other and help you and then all of us become one big happy family!” Their fingers were interwoven with each other. Holding hands right here at the table, with me sitting like an idiot wrapped in an oversized sheet. They both smiled, as if waiting for me to speak.

“I’m sorry, so… you think we’re all just dating each other now? That Sydney is going to be my ‘mommy girlfriend’ or whatever? You expect to play some silly games and expect me to just go along with it?” I’m not sure what I was feeling, it wasn’t anger, per se, but something was certainly bubbling up inside of me. Unbeknownst to me,  it was fear.

“Oh, sweetie. But you already went along with it. We’re here, aren’t we?” Eva’s robe had inched open a bit more, a light-colored lacy bra casually peaked out at me. “And there’s no use pretending you don’t want this. We all know you do! Don’t you see? You don’t have to pretend any more, my sweet boy. We can indulge your every fantasy.” I found myself staring at her creamy cleavage, letting her words flow over me. “Everyone at this table wants the same thing, so why are we fighting it?”

I could feel the fog starting to settle in my brain. Her words were undoubtedly tantalizing, and my cock surged with its answer. Fighting to remain focused, I blustered onward. “No… none of this sounds right. Are you saying that I’m some boob worshiping simp? Some guy who just wants to be babied by the two of you?!”

The two grins spread wider, bemused. But it was Eva who spoke. “My sweet boy, but you are that guy. You do want that. Let me ask you a question, and be honest with us, be honest with yourself. You remember how good it feels to be honest, right? So tell me, what did you do for the past two weeks? How did you spend your time?”

“I…ummm… “ Shameful memories came flooding back. I hadn’t left my house. I just sat watching boob porn all day and jacking off to Eva’s bra and Sydney’s instagram.

“Go on, you can admit it. We all know.” Said Sydney sweetly. “I saw how many times you watched my insta stories. Over and over again. You couldn’t help it, right? I was wearing that teeny tiny bikini which made my tits look so big.” She had shifted in her chair, placing both elbows on the table in such a way to squeeze her tits together. They looked absolutely huge in her sundress.

“And how many pictures did I send you?” Eva added. “Pictures that you asked me for so you could jerk off to them? Multiple times a day.” 

“But… but you said….” I muttered dumbly.

“I do, sweetie. I did like it. But you liked it too, right?” Eva’s smile was more encouraging than ever.

“Yeah, ok.” I found myself admitting. “I liked it too.”

That brought squeals of delight from both of them.

“Oh, good boy.”
“Our sweet boy”

“But, I’m not usually like that.” I found myself stammering. Some instinctual part of me was trying to fight their cleverly laid trap, even if I couldn’t quite place it yet. “It’s not something I can do everyday! It’s just been those two weeks….and ….” Realization was dawning on me. “Wait…” Thinking back to that first night with Eva, her bra, her words in my ear, her music. “Did…did you….do something to me? Some hypno-nonsense, or whatever, that first night?”

Eva smirked thoughtfully. She was quiet for a long moment, before continuing in an entirely different cadence. More measured, it seemed.

“Oh sweetie, you don’t remember do you? You were a little drunk. But when we got back to your place you got so excited to see my chest, so I indulged you a little. I sat on your lap and you  started telling me how much you loved my big breasts.”

Did I? That didn’t sound right?

Eva pressed on “So I asked if we could explore that a little further. Asked if you wanted to talk about it. You got so adorable and tongue tied. I told you we could try some hypnotherapy, to unlock your feelings, so we could talk about it. You said we should try it. It was practically your idea. By the end, you were practically begging me to put you under.”

Wait, I agreed to be hypnotized? Asked for it? Begged, even? That definitely didn’t sound like me. I had a healthy skepticism of such psychology mumbo jumbo. Whatever cloudy memories I had from that night, I definitely remembered that it was Eva doing all the talking.

She didn’t relent. “So, we tried it. I’ve never seen anyone go under as fast as you did! You were so… so desperate for it. So desperate to slip under my control.  You wanted to please me so badly, it was so adorable.” Her face flashed something devilish and she bit her lip. “It's getting me hot just talking about it, baby.”

Her robe had opened further, her low-cut lace bra revealed in full. 

“As soon as you were under, you started telling me how weak you were for large breasts. How helpless they made you. You told me about your mother, and how hard it was being so far away from her. How much you missed her doting affection and care. You told me all about your cute little fetish for big bras. I tried to help you connect the dots, see how all these things were connected. I just helped you to realize what you really wanted.” 

I furrowed my brow, thinking hard. None of this was right, was it? I never said any of that. I had barely spoken a word after we left the bar. It was Eva, always, who did all the talking. 

“I see you fighting this. We see how hard this is for you. That first night you felt so good and happy, content looking up at my chest and letting me do all the thinking. You asked me to help you feel that good all the time. That’s when we talked about the triggers. Remember?”

“Triggers? What triggers?” Somewhere deep down I knew this whole story was BS. I just couldn’t fit all the pieces together! I thought if I could just get all the details, I could figure out what I was missing here.

“The triggers you asked for, my sweet boy. The triggers to remind yourself of all the important things you learned that night. You were so scared that you’d forget everything we talked about, you said you never wanted to forget how weak you were for breasts, how much you craved a strong mommy girlfriend. So, I planted a couple seeds to help you feel connected to that part of you.”

I had finally had enough. Something about Eva “planting seeds'' in my brain made me feel deeply uneasy. I stood up, and was once again reminded that I was still wearing an ill fitting sheet. My cock stood at attention, tenting the sheet in an entirely unsubtle way. “Listen, whatever those triggers are, whatever you did to me, I’m done. We’re done here. I’m not going to listen to your ‘meditation’...or..or…” I hit the word with some air quotes. “...or hynpo music so you can make me jerk off all day.” 

“Oh, sweetie, but we don’t need the soundscapes anymore. Those trigger seeds are already planted. All we have to do is water them every once in a while and let them grow. Oh, look.” she gestured to the tent in the sheet. “You’re so worked up already. You were sneaking glances at our chests while we were talking, weren’t you? Sweetie, don’t you see? Our big breasts are triggers for you now. Being close to them or looking at them is going to make you so horny and docile. Soooo weak. So is my voice. Bras. Perfume. The phrase ‘my sweet boy’ ” The monster between my legs jumped at that phrase. “See, they’re all triggers for you now. They remind you of how weak you are, how much you wanna submit to women with big soft breasts. And those are just the obvious triggers, sweet boy, so many things are going to awaken these urges inside of you.” “She started counting on her fingers. “Smoothies, straws, peaches, my favorite necklace, milk, that boobie channel you like to watch.”  

“Well, can you remove them?!” I asked, suddenly bargaining with her. 

“I’m afraid not, sweetie. They’re a part of you now. Just like you wanted.” She smiled sweetly. “So, here's how we see it…You can run home and be turned on by alllll these triggers for the rest of your life, you can sit at home and masturbate to Sydney’s instagram while you drink your delivery smoothies, desperately scouring the internet for webcam girls willing to play out your mommy girlfriend fantasies.” They both looked at me appraisingly. “Or you can stay here, indulge us a bit, and see how this all plays out. You can pretend that we’re your two busty mommies with our biiiig…what do you boys like to call them? ‘Mommy Milkers’. We can just try it. Play with it a bit and see how it feels? Your pretend mommies would spend alllll day and night servicing your every…little…whim. Doesn’t that sound better?”

I had finally been struck silent. I didn’t know what to say. I frowned.

“Oh, our sweet boy, you’re still having trouble. Let’s help you remember what you want, what you’ve always wanted. We just want to help you. Leaving here would be the biggest mistake of your life. Sydney, why don’t you help him out?”

Sydney’s smile was practically predatory as she gracefully pulled her arms through her dress  and lowered it to her waist. Remembering what she had said about triggers, I pointedly looked off into space. Eva stepped closer to my right side, and I was again overwhelmed by her perfume.

Grrr. 

She whispered softly into my ear. “It's okay, sweet boy. Don’t be afraid of Sydney’s biiiiig, soft tits. Maybe I was wrong, maybe they’re not a trigger. Let’s just look at them and find out.”  Without consciously making a decision, I found my gaze shifting towards Sydney. “That’s right. That’s our sweet boy. Take a few deep breaths and relax. Listen to my voice and look at Sydney. She wore a special bra just for you.”

Oh. My God. 

Any thought of resistance escaped my mind as I looked at Sydney. Her big brown eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. But her tits, oh my god, her tits! Showcased to perfection in an industrial looking white bra, her chest had never looked so large! Had she always been this big? Somehow I couldn’t remember. 

“Do you like it?” Sydney asked, silky sweet compassion oozing out of every syllable. “The lady at the bra store helped me pick it out just for you. Said she knew exactly what I wanted.” She giggled. “She called it the ‘Mommy Look’. Because, look how strong it looks. Look at the straps. Look at these big cups. So big and strong. There’s just something about it that screams “Mommy!”, isn’t there?”

I didn’t answer, my gaze was locked on Sydney but I could feel Eva taking off her own robe next to me. Gently, she reached out and untied my sheet. It fell to the floor, leaving me in just my tented briefs. She firmly put her hand on my shoulder and guided me back to a sitting position. “That’s a good boy. Just sit and let Sydney’s chest do the thinking for you.”  Somewhat instinctively I reached to grasp my cock, but Eva’s hand stopped me. “Oh, our poor sweet boy…our eager, eager little man. Why don’t you let me do that.” She kneeled in front of me and gently removed my briefs, taking an opportunity to lightly blow on my hardness. 

Standing up, she pulled over another kitchen chair to sit next to me, my eyes still locked on Sydney’s enormous swells. Eva’s lips returned to my ear. Her voice washed over me. From inside my head, I heard the words. Except this time it was both of their voices. 

“Now, we’re going to ask you some questions. And we want you to be completely honest.”

“Remember, when you’re honest, it makes us happy.”

“And when sweet boys make us happy, they get a reward!”

Eva’s hand wasn’t really stroking me yet, just sort of caressing my length. Tantalizing delicate little teases. I tried to thrust into her hand, but when I did that she pulled her hand away all together. My own hands hung limply and uselessly at my side, they might as well have been made of lead.

“So, first question. We’ll start with an easy one.” It sounded like Sydney's voice but her mouth wasn’t moving. “Do you like my big breasts?”

Realizing what it was going to take for Eva’s hand to stroke me properly, I acquiesced.   

“Yes,” I answered. 

“Sweet Boy.” Came both voices in my head, practically singing in unison.

“Sweet boys get rewards.” one of them said. 

Stroke Stroke

“Did you read any naughty stories online this past week? Ones with big mommy girlfriends?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet Boy,” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“Did you watch porn with big ladies with their big titties absolutely dwarfing tiny little male cretins?” 

That made me stiffen, shocked. But I answered. “Yes.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“And did you imagine yourself as one of those little tiny boob monkeys?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“Because that’s so fucking hot, right? A big, strong mommy, with big soft breasts, so much bigger but taking care of her little man. You think that’s hot too, right?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“What do you like better, watching those porn boobies all alone on your computer, or getting the real thing with us?”

“I like being with you more.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“Because you love Sydney's big mommy titties, right?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“And Eva’s too, right?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“And big breasts make you feel soooo weak and helpless, Right?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“But, please sweetie, we want to hear you say it.”

“Big breasts make me weak,” I whispered. 

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke 

“Again, louder this time.”

“Big breasts make me weak.”

“Again, louder.”

“Big breasts make me weak!”

“Sweet Boy!” in unison.

Stroke Stroke 

“Now, the hard questions,” came their voice, “Can we be your mommies?”

A part of me  knew I should fight, but I was too far gone. Vivid and detailed erotic daydreams filled my brain. My god, the images that ran through my head. Giant versions of Sydney and Eva staring down at me with blinding radiance. Like backlit angels approaching me as I laid on my back in a crib. Their faces are obscured by their obscene curves. Encouraging cooes rained down at me as they reached to pick me up. A nursing bra was peeled back as I was brought to a nipple. My mouth opened wide, as I rutted into their ample softness. 

I had never wanted anything more in my entire life.

“Yes, please.”

“Sweet Boy.” 

Stroke Stroke

“And do you love your big soft mommies?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“Do you promise to be a good boy and always listen to your mommies?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Stroke Stroke

“Do you want to go to the bedroom and make each other really happy?”

“Yes...please.”

“Sweet Boy.” in unison.

Eva’s hand had left my cock as she stood up in full. She grabbed my chin and turned me to face her. From my vantage point, I could barely see over her chest. Her nipples were already poking out  from the low cut cups. I started literally salivating. “Come on sweetie, let's all get into bed together.” 

With that, they both stood up. They grasped my hands and gently led me down the hallway towards the bedroom. It was a long weekend, after all. And I had lots of time to make my mommies happy. 

Chapter 8: “One Big, Happy Family”

I sat on the couch wearing only gym shorts, the thin mesh kind. My upper body was naked and exposed. Even briefs were a forgotten luxury these days. I was watching MSIT, a SheHulk movie marathon playing idly, in the living room of Eva’s condo. Sydney was making my lunch in the adjoining kitchen. A large smoothie was placed in front of me, along with a small bottle of lube.

“Sorry I can’t play with you sweetie, I have to get back to work.” Her big brown eyes twinkled and her nose scrunched up. “But you just enjoy your shows, I’ll be done soon.” She smooched me on the forehead, her gravid chest presented before my eager eyes, her sweet smell enveloping me.  As she turned to walk towards her in-condo office, I admired her shapely rear and strong legs. I frowned as she left, but found my focus returning to the TV. Reaching forward, visions of Sydney's breasts still swimming in my brain, I grabbed the bottle of lube. The smoothie could wait, for now. 

I had long ago been fired. The girls said it wasn’t important, both of them had gotten promotions and made plenty of money. Sydney at my old company, and Eva at the ECC. Sydney’s soundscapes, in fact, were becoming a popular tool in therapy. She told me I was one of her first  test subjects, but that now sweet boys everywhere were getting to enjoy them. She’d made them to amplify the effects of something called a ‘prion’, which I didn’t understand but she told me not to worry about. All sweet boys had it; my mommies did too. So, the soundscapes were bringing in lots of money into the ECC, and Eva was being rewarded with big, fat paychecks. So between her and Sydney, there was no need for me to work. Work was too hard for me anyway. 

One evening they had sat me down on the couch, smooshed in between them. Both were still in their work clothes, their “power-look” they called it. Dark blazers, crisp blouses and pencil skirts, all struggling to contain the ripe swells of Eva and Sydney. Despite the size of the couch, they seemed intent on settling in with barely any room left for me to maneuver in between them. 

They said they had an idea of how I could help contribute to the family finances. I wasn’t even sure my wallet and credit cards had been moved with the small box of my belongings into Eva’s place, I hadn’t seen them in a while. And I did have to admit that contributing to household finances would give me a sense of pride. I had been feeling rather useless these days. 

I had fought it, at first. The webcam and blog were just too embarrassing. But as Eva explained how good it would be for her business, “let everyone see how happy we made you!” I found my will to fight fading. 

“There’s BIG money in webcams like this, these days.” They had explained. “Men and women both. We can show everyone how happy we are! We’ve already set up the guest bedroom as the nursery.” My cock leapt at almost any mention of the nursery these days. It had recently been repainted a bright shade of peach, and the hours I spent in the dimly lit room with Sydney (Eva still had to go into the office most days) were nothing short of pure bliss. “We can just set up a few cameras in there easily enough. I think lots of people would pay to watch, don’t you?”

“But what if my friends see it?! Or someone I know?” I whined. The girl’s shared a knowing glance and Eva’s well-manicured hands reached into my shorts. My head was tipped to rest on the bulging swells of Sydney's chest, her satin blouse cool against my cheek.

“Oh, sweet boy.  But they wouldn't see it, would they? Not unless they were looking for it.”

“And if they are looking for it, it's because deep down, they want it too!”

“I think they’d be jealous of you, don’t you?”

“They’d think you were the luckiest guy in the world, wouldn’t they?”

Eva’s hand was working my length in earnest now, my shorts had somehow gotten onto the floor, leaving me naked between them.  Sydney’s hand had come beneath my head and unfasted a few buttons on her blouse, her skin radiated warmth into my entire being.

“We think it’s hot, don’t you?”

“Who cares if people know? Let them be jealous of our little man and his two big mommies with their big soft boobs.”

“Maybe we can use the money we make to buy some new bras? Remember how much you liked watching us try on the new ones, in the dressing rooms at the store?”

“Or maybe we can all take a vacation together. We can go somewhere nice to sit by the pool. Somewhere secluded so we can wear those pretty swimsuits you helped us pick out.”

So, that's how our website got started. “Mommies Beyond Measure” it was called.  At first I was hyper-aware of the cameras in the nursery, resisting Sydney’s well-practiced ministrations. “Being fussy”, they had called it. But after the first week, I stopped noticing. Soon, I forgot the cameras were there entirely. So consuming was the pleasure I felt in the nursery room, so all-encompassing was my arousal as I dry-nursed at Sydney's chest, her plump hand softly pumping me. My brain didn’t really have room for any other concerns. One night over dinner they casually mentioned that the money had been really good, and hinted that maybe Sydney would soon be able to quit her remote job with my old company and be “a full time stay at home Mommy” soon. 

I said I’d like that very much. 

Our sex lives remained hyper-active. They say I lack the stamina to properly please them, a few quick humps into their soft folds and I’m spent. But they certainly don’t seem to mind. In fact, they always tell me how much they love making me blow my load, no matter how quickly or frequently. To demonstrate, they relentlessly used their hands, mouths, and tits to get me off whenever I showed the slightest signs of arousal, which was admittedly all the time these days. 

One evening they sat me down, both of them were wearing just bras and panties, sets that I had “helped” pick out from their favorite website. They patiently explained that “Mommies have needs too” and that it would make them so happy if I could help them. Since then, I regularly spend long shifts with my head between their legs. Both of them have been quite explicit in instructing me exactly how to “eat their peaches” (as they have started referring to it) to their satisfaction. I am an eager student, to say the least. Giving Mommy Eva and Mommy Sydney pleasure with my mouth made them scream with happiness and pleasure! They said they were training me to be “the best n’ cutest lil peach-eater in the whole wide world' ', and regularly showed their appreciation for my dedication to my craft.  

One night they explained, during an intense three-way snuggle session in our shared bed, how they wanted to try something. They said they wanted to get each other off. “Would that be okay, sweet boy?” “Would our sweet boy like to watch us?” “It would make us soooo happy if he jerked his little cock while watching us play.” I happily agreed.

They have started pleasuring each other more frequently, long make out sessions between the two of them on the couch lead to some heavy petting and soft moans. They always insist that I watch, leading me to our bedroom and handing me a bottle of peach-scented lube before going at one another in bed.

I always cum multiple times watching my big sexy mommies go at it, writhing and moaning in unbridled lust. My stamina is through the roof these days, Mommy Sydney says it's because of my new smoothie diet. My refractory time is basically down to zero. As soon as I erupt, I’m ready to go again. I could honestly watch their big soft bodies pressing against one another for hours on end.

My stamina wasn’t the only effect of my new “diet”. I was at least 30lbs lighter than I’d been at this time just several months ago. Having fully cut the gym out of my routine, and consuming almost nothing but smoothies, the weight loss was hardly surprising. I had a suspicion that if I tried on any of my old clothes, I would find them several sizes too large. That wasn’t really important though, as neither mommy approved of me wearing anything but thin athletic shorts around the house. They said every erection was a testament to how much I loved them, they wanted to see every tent I could produce in their honor. Mommy Eva had bought me some cute “going out clothes' ', even though trips beyond the front door were becoming increasingly seldom for me.

I did however notice that both women seemed to be getting bigger, more radiant, and more vibrant. Certainly softer and more beautiful. They always seemed to need new, bigger bras and clothes. And took gleeful delight in modeling their new purchases for me. Whenever I asked them about it, they just said their bodies were growing to become the best mommies they could be. They were certainly eating more than just smoothies. They had both become ravenous eaters, in fact. While I sipped my smoothies at dinner times, both mommies ate a huge spread of appetizers, entrees, and desserts. “Fuel for growing ladies” they had giggled to each other.

Last week, they had informed me that we’d all be going on a vacation. To celebrate the webcam reaching 100,000 subscribers, they exclaimed. My mind boggled trying to do the math, hadn’t they said the cheapest subscription was $20 a month?!

Seeing my puzzlement, they showed me a brochure, some female-owned resort for “modern couples.” My brow furled. “Oh, our sweet boy,” Sydney purred. “Don’t worry about the word “couple”. We already called and they agreed to have us, even though we’re more of a thruple.” 

“There’s only one problem,” said Mommy Eva, with a playful pout. “We already outgrew our old swimsuits. Maybe we can all go down to Hera’s and you can help us pick out some new ones?”

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Chapter 9: The Resort

The resort was beautiful. A tropical paradise dotted with secluded cabins and private pools scattered throughout the massive grounds. We had booked a room for a full week, and so isolated were the lodgings that we barely saw another patron. The few guests we did see were all couples, huge women (all voluptuous and radiant) and their accompanying men of (sometimes shockingly) small heights. But this was the trend these days, I suppose, the whole vulni-chic thing I kept seeing on MSIT News Network. The only people we really saw with regularity were the young and bubbly staff, all girls in their early 20’s, who seemed only too eager to help with everything. At check-in, one of the staff members (the cute one with the big glasses and freckles, not to mention the humongous perky chest) had even told Eva and Sydney to let her know if they needed a babysitter. 

The first day at the resort I was woken up and quickly shepherded out to our private pool, both girls already in their scandalous bikinis. 

Most mornings I wasn’t even allowed out of bed until I sucked on Mommy Sydney’s breasts while she jerked me to my first orgasm of the day. In fact, I couldn’t even remember the last time my morning had started without Eva or Sydney bringing me to orgasm. Maybe before I moved in with them? It was hard to say, all my memories of those before-times were so fuzzy. It physically hurt my brain to even try to think of them.

But why, today, was I being denied the pleasure of their hands and mouths before getting out of bed? Had I done something wrong? 

Seeing my downtrodden and confused expression, both women cooed gently in my ears. Today was a special day, they explained reassuringly. “Don’t worry, sweet boy, just trust us.”

That day by the pool was absolute heaven. My mommies doted on me all morning and afternoon. They seemed intent on teasing me with their bodies, having me stare at their chests as they posed for pictures. Both had me apply their tanning oil. My small weak hands lathered every inch of their strong supple frames. With a mischievous knowing glance between them, they both removed their tops and let their pendulous breasts hang free. “We think you missed a spot, stud.” The job should have only taken a few minutes, but both girls insisted that I fondle and grope their bare chests for a long stretch of time, under the guise of applying tanning oil. “We don’t want to burn. Do a good job, sweet boy. A really good job. Can you do that sweetie?” 

I was lost in a trance, watching their supple chests glisten beneath my hands. Satisfied, both women put their tops back on, and rearranged themselves so the 3 of us all shared the same daybed. Their sun kissed bodies pressed into mine and I luxuriated in the pleasant sea of their perfume. 

Needless to say, I was beyond hard. I don’t think I had ever been denied orgasm for this long since we had all started dating. I pleaded and begged dozens of times, but both girls scrunched their noses and giggled. “We’re in public sweetie, just try to enjoy yourself and we’ll take care of you when we get back to the bungalow.” Thinking myself clever, I tried to excuse myself to “use the bathroom” but both girls just giggled. Sydney insisted that she go with me. “Unaccompanied boys aren’t allowed to roam the resort. You could get lost!” She had said. She even came into the bathroom with me. Under her watchful gaze, I was forced to abandon my masturbatory plot.

Back at the pool, Eva had started to read me some naughty stories from one of our favorite websites, as the two of them took in the sun. At several points throughout the day, each of them had gotten in the pool for a quick lap, but I stayed in my chair and just watched them float through the blue water. Around lunch time, a jiggly latina server with tight braids came over and took our lunch orders. The resort seemed to have no problem catering to my special “diet”, as shortly thereafter a cream colored smoothie was placed in front of me. The ladies had several entrees and cocktails between them.

After lunch, Sydney got in the pool and asked me to join her. Eva was sunbathing and reading her book. The water was cool and refreshing, and Sydney led me around by the hand. The pool sloped from a shallow end to a deeper end. During a lap, Sydney positioned herself behind me (toward the shallow end) while I remained in the deeper end. I found myself having to tread water while she stood calmly behind me.

“Aww, sweetie, you can barely stand. Her, hold on to Mommy Sydney.” My arms wrapped around her like a baby koala and she returned my embrace. Eva glanced over with a knowing smirk. “That’s a sweet boy.” Sydney continued. “Just let your body float. I got you.” As my body floated horizontally, Sydney shifted her embrace so my face was plastered against her nylon swimsuit. Sydney seemingly had no problem standing fully upright in the pool, supporting me. “Oiling up our big mommy milkers got you so worked up, didn’t it sweetie? And you didn’t even get your morning cummies out yet.” I could only moan into her soft flesh. “Here, why don’t we try this?” I saw her hand come up in front of my eyeline and slowly pull back her swimsuit to expose her proud dark pink nipple. “Put your lips on my nipple, sweet boy. Have a nice suck. That always seems to calm you down.” Floating as I was, both figurative and literally, fully supported by Sydney’s strong arms, I lost myself in bliss. Her big tit pressed further into my mouth, and I heard a small giggle from Eva. How long I floated there, sucking at Sydney’s nipple like a starving child, I do not know. I only knew that after a while she whispered in my ear. “Why don’t we continue this back on the daybed, I think Mommy Eva wants to play too, doesn’t that sound nice”. I nodded in agreement but still felt disappointed when she pulled her breasts away from my mouth. She smiled playfully and led me by the hand to the daybed, where Eva had already set her book down and started removing her top.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with my lips latched to their chests, sucking in a docile sort of way. They chatted and cooed and whispered encouragement, but I was lost between their breasts. At one point I heard our waitress come back, “Oh my god, that is too adorable!” I heard her exclaim, but even this intrusion by a stranger didn’t pull me from my revelry. 

At some point, the sun was starting to go down, and the girls agreed it was time to go back to our bungalow. Eva took my hand and walked with me, with Sydney leading the way several paces in front of us. “Look at her ass, sweetie.” Eva whispered huskily into my ear. “Isn’t it so big and soft and jiggly? Don’t you just love it?!” Her hips really did have a womanly swing to them, maybe a little embellishment in her gait for my benefit. The walk back to our private cottage wasn’t far, maybe 5 minutes from the pool, but I watched Syd’s undulating ass sway and bounce the whole way back, hypnotized by its movement. 

As the door to the cottage closed behind us, Mommy Eva led me by the hand down the hallway. “Bathtime!” she announced, as Sydney slipped off towards the bedroom. Eva ran a bath and delicately bathed me, careful to avoid my loins. “We don’t want any accidents in the tub, now do we?” Soon, I was being toweled off. “You’ve been so, so good today, baby” Eva was whispering  “But you’re so worked up. Let’s go get you some relief.” A shiteating grin on my face, I allowed myself to be led to the lone bedroom.

Holy Shit. 

Sydney was fully naked in bed, sprawled out lewdly for my benefit. My already hard cock jumped to attention. “Why don’t you put your head between Mommy Sydney’s legs and get her ready, doesn’t that sound nice?” My legs guided me toward the bottom edge of the bed and I placed my mouth at her warm fuzzy peach. Soon my tongue was working with enthusiasm, Sydney’s fingers raking through my hair, with Eva kneeling next to me whispering explicit encouragement and instruction. After several shrieks of pleasure I was pulled away by Eva’s strong hands. With surprising strength, she lifted me up to a kneeling position on the bed. Sydney had turned over, onto her stomach, and placed an overstuffed pillow beneath her wide hips, elevating her massive ass back toward me. Oh my god, it looked so huge, so inviting, with slight tan lines from her day by the pool. Her ample hips were wider than my entire body, her soft cheeks seemed larger than life. It must have been a trick of our positioning, because her ass absolutely dwarfed me, like an eclipse drowning out my entire field of vision. My cock was at full attention and my balls, denied release for almost an entire day, were full and aching.

“Now…” Eva was still whispering as she positioned the tip of my cock near Sydney’s moist folds. “Before we get started, I want you to listen to me. Mommy Sydney and I have decided that Mommy Sydney should get pregnant. And you’re the sweet boy who gets to knock her up, doesn’t that sound nice?” Sydney looked back at me, unfeigned desire in her usually innocent brown eyes, while lightly biting her lower lip. That look alone almost made me explode. Eva, however, didn’t relent. “She is going to get so much bigger. Her tits are going to fill with milk. She is going to be the biggest and prettiest mommy you ever laid eyes on.” Eva, too, gazed at Sydney admiringly.

From some deep part of my brain, the unspoken implication was becoming clear. “But… “ I muttered. “But…”

“Oh, sweet boy.” Eva’s voice thundered inside my head. “You’re worried that we’ll be too busy with the new baby to properly take care of you? Oh, sweetie! That’s so adorable! Well, stud, you can push that idea right out of your cute little head. Your mommies love you sooooo much. We’re never going to stop loving you and taking care of you. We just decided we want to raise another strong lady in our house. You see, Sydney already went down to the new women’s health clinic, and the doctors used their new special medicine. Medicine to make sure that when you get Mommy Sydney pregnant, it's guaranteed to be a little girl. So, you’ll still be the only big strong man of the house.”

I relaxed slightly. Eva, sensing my guard down, pressed on “And, when Mommy Sydney’s tits start to swell up like balloons, when they get so big and veiny, we think that good boys should get to drink from them. Doesn’t that sound sexy? You’re going to love Mommy Sydney’s sweet milk. It’s going to be all you think about. You can just latch onto Mommy Sydney and have a nice suckle until your little tummy is full. She’ll play with your little cock as wonderfully as she always does while you just nuzzle and nurse. She’ll need to get some new nursing bras for our little man, doesn’t that sound hot?”

Sydney turned over her shoulder again, “I want to become even more mommy for you, stud. Can you please help me?”

“”Yes…please. Of course!” I mumbled, practically catatonic.

“Sweet boy” they sang in unison.

Eva guided my manhood between Sydney’s thighs. “Now, I’m going to slide you into Mommy Sydney. Try not to cum right away. In fact, it would make us both sooooo happy if you could hold off until we say so. Can you do that, sweetie?”

I nodded.  Eva’s radiant smile oozed a self-satisfied pride. Without further ado she placed her left hand on my tush, with her right hand still aiming me, she gently shoved me forward into Sydney's wetness. 

Heaven. Absolute Heaven. Her peach was bliss, and my member was so sensitive I thought I might blow right there. But, remembering their request, I fought valiantly against the urge to explode.

“That’s a good boy. So strong, so resilient. Now, put your hands right here.” Eva guided my hands to Sydney's massive doughy cheeks. So big, overwhelmingly so. “That's a good boy.  Now hold on tight and give her everything you got, stud.” 

I thrusted with reckless abandon, every ounce of my waning strength went into deep powerful strokes. Eva’s hand was on my lower back, helping propel me. Sydney’s ass shook with every thrust, a massive ripple going through her soft flesh. Sydney was already moaning. I was making her so happy! I had to keep going!

Eva, meanwhile, had shifted behind me. Both her hands now grasped my thin waist, her strong arms adding a little power to each thrust. Her words flowed into my ear like honey. “So, this is how this little vacation is going to go, stud. Every load you shoot this week is going to go deep into Mommy Sydney’s fertile peach. No handjobs, no blowjobs, no masturbating.” Still I humped against Sydney's ample softness. “Now, we don’t mind if you get worked up by looking at us in all our teensy tiny swimsuits, or our skimpy little beach dresses, or all the big Mom bras we packed for you. We want you to look. We want you to get worked up. We’re gonna tease you alllllll weeeek lonnnng. But when you’re ready to cum, Mommy Sydney is going to lead you by your little hand into this great big bed, and you’re going to fuck her like the hot little stud that you are.” Sydney was moaning like a heifer in heat, clearly enjoying my passionate thrusts, as well as the sexy scenario that Eva was narrating.

“Now, I think you’re just about ready to explode.” I heard the sound of a bottle opening, and recognized the scent of my peach lube. “So sweetie, Mommy Eva knows a magic little button to press that’s going to make you cum so hard and so good! Deep into Mommy Sydney. Doesn’t that sound nice?” I heard a faint squeeze from somewhere behind me. “Is it okay if Mommy Eva plays with your little button?”

“Yes, please, mommy!” I moaned. 

“Oh, we know you want to cum so badly, our sweet boy.” Her left hand settled on my lower back, encouraging my pumps, while the well-lubed index finger on her right hand nestled between my cheeks. “Say it again, sweetie.”

“Please, mommy. Please make me cum!”

“Tell Mommy Sydney that you want to make her the biggest, prettiest mommy in the whole world.” 

“I want to make you soooo big and strong and sexy. I’m going to pump you with every ounce of jism I can muster this week. It’s all for you! I want you to get bigger. I want you to get sexier. I want to suck milk from you big veiny boobs! I want to nurse from you! I want to nurse from Mommy. Mommy milk! Bigger, bigger, so big!” I babbled. “I want to help you become more mommy! I want to make you happy! Please let me!” I whined pathetically.

“Good Boy,” said Eva’s soft voice. And then, her finger was inside me. Stars exploded in my head, I thought I might faint. Each stroke forward into Mommy Sydney’s massive rear, every retreat backward onto Mommy Eva’s invasive finger. I moaned until there was no air left in my lungs. My legs had no strength left and were liable to give way any second. Tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

“Now cum for us, sweet boy.” Both of their voices rang inside my head at once. With one well-aimed tickle from Eva’s finger, I was gone. I erupted in heavenly bliss. String after string of hot jism was shooting deep into Sydney. Eva’s hands pushed me forward, further into Sydney's softness.

I collapsed onto Sydney’s ample rear, as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me like tidal waves. Sydney was also racked by a powerful orgasm, I felt her body spasming beneath me.

“Sweet boy.”

“Such a good boy.” 

“Relax.”

“Catch your breath.” 

“Just breathe.”

“Mommy’s got you.”

“Yeah, we both got you.”

“We love you.” 

My vision was starting to clear. The world around me was returning. Eva was fully disrobing at the foot of the bed, her lurid bikini in a pile on the floor.  Sydney ever so gently pulled me out of her and rolled over onto her back. Delicate hands guided me down to the bed, onto my back, beside her. A pillow was gently placed beneath my head.

Sydney smiled down at me, her smile so radiant it was practically blinding. 

“Now, sweet boy.” It was Sydney’s voice, but her lips weren’t moving. Eva was sliding into the bed as well, sandwiching me between these two goddesses of maternal love. “Why don’t you suck on Mommy Eva’s tits while I play with your cock a bit.” Eva’s naked chest was already eclipsing my view, blocking out all light from the room, as her soft chest settled in my open and eager mouth. Instinctively, I started suckling. A hand playfully caressed my hardness. 

“That’s right, no cumming on Mommy Sydney's big soft hand, you just relax and recover.”

“You love sucking on Mommy Eva’s big soft titties.”

“It makes you so happy, doesn’t it?”

“So peaceful and weak.”

“But Mommy Eva’s soft titties get you horny too, don’t they?”

“They get you all excited to make love to Mommy Sydney again.”

“You’re going to make Mommy Sydney become so much more mommy.”

“Sooo much bigger.”

“Mommy Sydney’s soft titties are going to fill up with so much milk.”

“And you can just suckle from her whenever you want.”

“Such a sweet boy.”

“You let us know when you’re ready for round two, stud.”

“We have alllll week together.”

The End.

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thanks again to AgeOfTheGiantess for his contribution to the GITJ universe. Full .pdf of all parts attached here.