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For: Kenny

Art: Robertge

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Kenny kept absolutely still as the footsteps grew louder. Even though each one became a thunderous boom that sent the light objects around his room jostling from the vibrations. Hands slowly squeezed at the grips of his PS4 controller as the approach of doom reached his door. The human silently hoped they would merely pass his sanctuary by so he could continue his replay of Kingdom Hearts.

No such luck this night. The doorknob slowly turned with a light squeaking that made Kenny flinched. His last barrier of privacy was gently pushed inwards to create an ominous creaking. Yet no light could escape his room thanks to the full, pear-shaped figure blocking the doorway.

“Kenny? It’s time for bed, young man!”

“Aw come on mom!” Kenny unpaused his game in the hopes sounds of bashing heartless would coax his intruder away. “Just let me beat Halloween Town first.”

Unfortunately, such impertinent acts only made a hot snort erupt from the alligator woman's thick nostrils. Twisting with expert practice, Jason wedged her towering fat belly through Kenny's door into his room proper. Her looming shadow was more than enough to make Kenny pause his game again.

Kenny had to crane back from his seat on the floor. Even then it was hard to make eye contact with Jason's scowling face. The crest of her scaled belly poked out of the space between her pants and tank top with each breath. And her bowling balls for breasts propped up on top of it to further block a direct view.

Granted such looming big curves at rest were why Kenny tended to get uppity on occasion. It was worth letting his mom think her massively soft stature was intimidating if he got to admire it from such alluring perspectives. Not that he would ever dare admit this deception.

“Don't 'come on' me! You've beaten this game twice already this year...and more times than me overall. Now turn it off before I eat it.”

Kenny huffed as he did what he was told. Trying to call that bluff was what killed his Xbox after all.

“Good boy!” Jason wrapped Kenny in her ham arms to effortlessly pluck the tiny human off the ground. She may have been five hundred pounds of pear-shaped gator, but surprisingly little of that was fat. Since Kenny had the foresight of already dressing in his PJ’s she did him the courtesy of carefully depositing him onto a waiting bed. “Now good night, you spoiled kid.”

“Love you, mom,” Kenny said with a blush. Being nineteen never stopped him from enjoying the simple acts of being coddled and loved in such childish ways. Those were moments grown-ups could never get back. Plus he got to experience the squishing of Jason’s breasts across his chest when she leaned in to kiss him good night.

“Love you too, dork.”

Jason waddled out with the graceful silence of a runaway stagecoach. At least nothing was knocked over from her tremorous footsteps after the lights were turned off. Kenny eyes never left the broad swing of Jason’s thick tail despite the haze of sleep creeping in. With a glance back and a sly wink, the gator gave her tail a final uplift for him before she slid his bedroom door closed. The shaking of their home waned as her footsteps continued down the hallway to Jason’s own accommodating bed.

With that Kenny gave a content sigh before rolling onto his side. Such beautiful thoughts of his adopted mom's sloshing godly plush filled his mind for the dreams to come.

CRASH!

"Wha? AUTOBOTS ATTACK!”

Kenny shot up in his seat, only to realize he was no longer in a bed. The hard firmness of wood hoisted his butt at the average level for a dining hall chair. A table lay spread before him glistening with every manner of food on silver platters. Everything seemed surprisingly festive despite the only source of light coming from the candlesticks erected at his tables center. A quick glance around showed such brightness barely illuminated the restaurant of empty tables around him to the point the windows displayed only blackness beyond.

“Quiet down, Kenny. You promised me your best behavior tonight.”

“Um, bwah!?”

Across the table was a sight that made Kenny's jaw drop. Already gorging herself on a generous helping of lobster cream pie with salad forks was Jason. No longer an unkempt mom crashed from the daily rat race, this gator was dressed for success in a sparkling red gown and shoulder-length gloves. A series of button straps ran down Jason's center, leaving her bubbling cleavage and belly scales in full view through the open spaces. Additionally, her hair had been dressed in a bun while makeup painted her face with pure radiance.

Kenny was slightly disappointed to find himself only in a Hawaiian shirt and speedo.

“This is a five-star shindig, so behave, or they'll send out the heartless.”

It was hard to comprehend how random such a scolding was. Mostly because of how Jason's tummy and boobs bulged through the space of her dress straps with each breath. Loud creaking with her shifting for second helpings of crab leg hotdogs drew attention to the fact she needed a chair for each butt cheek.

“Um...mom? W-what's going on?”

“It's called dinner, you nut. Try the chicken, it's almost as tender as my gut.”

“What chicken?” Kenny glanced around the table finding plenty of hamburgers and banana sushi.

“Ah yes. How thoughtless of me. You'd probably prefer to sample my ass.” Without a pause to even stop eating the roasted chicken in her hands, Jason eased up out of her chair. Thick reptilian tail lifted high, knocking over much of the food on their table as she turned to present to Kenny. Even thicker gator glutes poured pounds of soft flesh out from under a dress hem that could never dream of fully covering them. “It's been a long time since you got a good face sitting. Especially from a real woman as tasty as mama.”

Kenny’s frantic attempt to scoot his chair back left trails of smoke around its legs. Yet no matter how hard he kicked the seat refused to budge. Light from their candles became blotted out by Jason's fat rear looming in close above the human's head.

“M-mom, no really...I don’t think y-you should-MMPPFFHH!!”

Green Gator rear came down fast, but carefully gentle into a rest across Kenny’s face. Followed by his chest, lap and legs as Jason let gravity pull her jiggly rear right atop his chair. Kenny’s hands shot up grasping and pushing back against such bloated glutes to no avail. Professional wrestlers would have had trouble trying to move such girth. He was just grateful pockets of air came in between Jason’s cheeks when she shifted.

“Mmmhhh! That’s it, baby, enjoy everything mama serves on your plate.” A loud creak echoed across the restaurant. So loud it made even Kenny stop in his unintentional massaging of Jason’s rump. “Um…”

CRRSH!

Sadly Kenny’s chair had not been meant for two people, much less a gator that outweighed a sedan. He hit the ground hard in an explosion of splintered wood. Fortunately, there was no time to register pain when everything instantly became a blanket of warm blackness around him. This was, of course, Jason’s ass falling on top of him. Gravity's force combined with her pliable scaled flesh caused the tiny human to get swallowed whole between her cheeks. Only Kenny’s back remained standing out enough as a connection between Jason and the floor.

“Oh, gosh darn it! This is just horrible.” Jason worked to pull and knead her breasts, but it did nothing to remove the partially devoured turkey that had fallen into her cleavage. “You would think they’d invest in some steel supports. My greedy girls are going to devour the second course before I can.”

It took a few rocks back and forth for Jason to hop back onto her feet. Her landing made a resounding thud that echoed across the cavernous restaurant, knocking many more plates from tables. This was followed by a loud pop as loosened rump cheeks allowed Kenny to fall free in a loud gasp for fresh air. The scent of sweaty gator was sure to linger on his person for hours to come.

But before there was time to let that delightful fragrance sink in, Kenny found himself being hoisted back onto trembling legs. He flailed blindly for leverage only to fall into some plush pillows blocking the way forward. This was Jason’s bulging stomach squished up against Kenny’s chest, naturally. At least her own pudgy arms helped keep him supported as the human gazed up longingly at the heaving mounds of her breasts. Chicken grease had left them glistening inside their tight dress straps.

“Kenny, honey? Mama's food is getting lost inside her little titties.” Jason leaned in closer to bring her chest within inches of Kenny’s flustered face. Such bowling balls throbbed with her labored breaths, rhythmically crushing rotisserie chicken bones wedged between them. Poultry juices splattered across her and Kenny's face from this distance. “Be a dear and fish it out for me, would you?”

Kenny needed some effort to swallow the lump in his throat. Getting this close to mama gator for such an awesome invitation was beyond his comprehension. He could practically see the chicken continuing to roast between her cleavage. Glancing beyond such marvelous mammaries, Jason continued to stare down her broad snout in patient expectation. Not wanting to be a bad son, Kenny leaned in to rub along the sides of her breasts.

“Did I say you could use your hands?”

With a panicked yelp, Kenny could think of few options than to go for broke. His whole face shot into Jason’s cleavage with a wet plop, hands clenching tight on all the overflowing mounds his tiny hands could hold. Getting to take in a second helping of soft gator odor sandwiched between two of her best features was more than enough to get his pants tight. Yet no matter how deep he nuzzled in there was no longer any signs of a chicken. All the stains and aroma of melted fats were utterly gone from Jason’s scales for that matter.

“Ahaa...oh gods...mmggh!” Not that Jason seemed to be objecting to Kenny’s improvised massaging as he explored her cleavage with gusto. The gators tail shot straight up, her body becoming rigid. Sharp shudders accompanied sensual moans each time Kenny’s palms kneaded past her nipples poking through the fabric of her dress. “Agh yes! K-Kenny? What the fuck ar-are yooou doing? Nggh gaah!”

To be fair, it was the only thing a horny teenager face deep into his wildest dreams could think to do. His kneading got gradually more aggressive, squeezing handfuls of soft gator mammaries while licking along the sensitive scales between them. Jason responded with harder shudders and louder cries of confused passion, coaxing him to higher stimulations.

“Gah!” They both cried out in unison as Jason’s hip waggling went a bit too harsh in one direction. Gravity still maintained a dominant force on her weight by pulling her butt back into a roll that laid her out flat across the tiled floor.

It was only thanks to Kenny’s firm grip on her dress-covered boobs that he managed to roll with her. Although he did land with his waist lodged between his mom's stomach and mounds in a tight pinch. Just enough so that their noses squished together in an unintentionally awkward kiss that got both blushing. Kenny squirmed in a fluster of embarrassment that was quickly calmed by Jason gently cupping his face with both her plump hands.

“Come on, sweetie. Get off. Don’t back down now.” Jason guided Kenny’s face in to give several gentle kisses. One on each cheek followed by a very breathy one into his mouth. It was so weird how her voice sounded in a constant state of flux. Almost like someone was playing with the volume on a stereo. “I k-know how much you enjoy my big self. W-wake up already. And we both know just how easy it is to make me bigger. You b-better not be...don’t be shy...get off me...give mama everything you got.”

After a half-second of careful deliberation, Kenny decided to go with the Jason voice that coaxed playfully at his overwhelmed desires. It was valid that the only thing he loved more than his mother's incredible curves was their shared habit of making the gator even bigger. Kenny repeated Jason’s action of gently cupping her full cheeks in each palm. Soon as that reptilian snout opened up, whether for objection or encouragement did not matter, Kenny had his lips encased around hers for the biggest of all his kisses.

Fun fact about Kenny is that he had a strong set of lungs, especially for a human. This was well known not just to Jason, but among all his friends of the more massive or likes-to-get-large variety. Despite this, his usual set up for the fun part still seemed to surprise Jason. A muffled gasp of hot breath blasted out her nostrils fuzzing up his sight for a moment. Kenny was all too happy to recover and reciprocate with a deep puff right down the gators throat.

The first puff was always so subtle. Usually, the only one to notice was the silly victim of Kenny’s ‘kisses.’ This time he had the nice advantage of laying right on top of Jason’s gorgeous plump figure. As the fresh air emptied out of his lungs into Jason’s body, Kenny could feel the weight begin to shift and stiffen around him. The scaled belly he was using for a bed began to firm up, while the breasts hugging his waist gained significantly more buoyancy. Jason’s own wiggles underneath Kenny became stiff and clumsy, especially in all five of her limbs.

Taking an even deeper breath, Kenny’s chest puffed up in his own unique fashion before giving the gator another kiss. This time he started to actually get some visible results. Jason muffled a bit more frantic as she tried pushing against his face. But that resistance was soon defeated when the air puffing out her arms began pulling them uselessly to her sides. Her flesh puffed out thicker and smooth among it’s stretched scales. Mobility became all but impossible as her arms and legs refused to bend very far at their bloated joints.

His third puff ignited some side effects that Kenny really enjoyed when giving his friends some inflation love. The seams of Jason’s dress groaned almost as loud as herself while she swelled out in all possible directions. Love handles smoothed into the thick bulge of her stomach which rose up, and up, hefting Kenny’s rear to further push his face against Jason’s. Her ass slipped out of her tightening dress to crawl across the floor and provide an even higher lift for the human. Breasts bulged out through the spaces of their straps to also tighten their hold on Kenny’s sides.

Another long gulp of air into Jason sent her bloating body overboard. Straps gave sharp pops as they lost their fight to contain the swelling mass of gator curves. Her breasts surged out in newfound freedom, practically swallowing Kenny’s whole pelvis as they surpassed giant green medicine balls. Their nipples were stretched so taunt to almost become melded with the scales. Her belly exploded out even larger still once free of the confining dress. Jason once weighed the mass of a van, now she could easily match one in size with her ass rounding out. Her weak legs and arms bloated into useless stubs, barely able to wiggle her digits much less efficiently move. Even her hair had become a messy tangle across her make-up smeared face, which had puffed up like its own mini-balloon with excess air.

Kenny ignored a protesting rumble from deep inside Jason as he inhaled for his biggest breath yet. Muffled protests were about all Jason could give while another kiss of hot air continued to stretch and swell her body into extremely bulbous levels of proportions. Her breasts surpassed the size and shape of beach balls, while her stomach and butt could combine to pass for a nifty raft. Assuming she could still float…

CREEEEEEEKK!

Kenny blinked in stunned shock as he finished off one final puffing kiss. It took a second for him to grasp the shaking coming from underneath him were not voluntary twitches on Jason’s part. In fact, the rumbling from inside her had turned into a roar of her body protesting its limits. The alligators face contorted into a mix of pleasured strain while fighting to hold all the intake forced inside her body. Even without Kenny’s puffs, her flesh continued to stretch, swelling out in all directions while marks began to form on weaker parts of her hide.

Suddenly Jason fell silent. Her face snapped open into a large O expression at something deep inside giving out. Kenny was rocked from his perk between her breasts into a sharp tumble. Panicked gripped his mind at the imminence of his mother's untimely popping.

WHAM!

Of course, Kenny would hit the night dresser first. Poor guy fell into a heaping mess with his cranium throbbing in pain. The room spun around him from all the rolling. That slowed down his ability to process information, but he could tell he was no longer in a restaurant or a Hawaiian shirt. It was clear Kenny was back in a bedroom after his harsh awakening. Shame since that was probably the most fantastic dream he had outside actually getting to puff his expandable mom in real life. So much so he swore he could still smell the sweat off Jason’s scales.

A few blinks helped stopped Kenny’s vision from spinning. That was when he began to realize he was not in his room.

Nor did he just fall out of his own bed.

A bed that had a very enlarged, round mass the size of a hot air balloon on it.

“Oh, crud!” Kenny bolted from the floor keeping one hand where he hit his head. The other flipped on the nearest light switch basking everything in dim glows of table lamps.

Well, everything the light could get from around an inflated gator spilling over the edges of a king-sized bed. Jason stared back at Kenny over the ridges of her bloated frame looking just as alarmed as her human son. Once loose tank top and snug pants had been stretched to their absolute limits. Large patches of her green scales bulged through tears and rips in the fabric barely keeping modesty over her lady parts.

“Oh my gosh! Mom!?” Kenny rushed to her side, or as close to Jason’s head as he could get given her girth. “I’m so sorry! Augh. Did I seriously just…?”

“Sleepwalk into my room and kiss-inflate me?” Jason said with almost a smirk while she tried moving around. Her arms were so over puffed thick that all she could manage were jerking wobbles. “Yes. I can say with certainty that is definitely what happened. And here I thought you had gotten your fill of this with the elephant you got to agree to be ‘kissed’ the other day.”

Kenny gulped for air trying to fight back the moisture building in his eyes. “Mom, I...I am so…”

“Hey. Hey now. It’s alright dear.” Jason tried to move to brush a few sausage fingers against his face. Sadly her stumpy arm refused to move even those few inches. “And I swear this isn’t me being sarcastic either. Heh. These things happen, and no one got hurt. I’ll probably be deflated by noon, no problem. Why don’t you go get your blankets and finish our sleep time on top of mama?”

That got Kenny’s mood to brighten right up. “O-okay, Jason. I love you.”

“I love you too dear.” Before Kenny could leave, he was struck by Jason suddenly jerking about in a vain effort to move her mass. A rather bad itch has struck somewhere on the left side of her couch-sized ass, and she was trying to rub it against the wooden frame of her bed. That seemed to spark another thought that made her turn back to Kenny. “Also, be a dear? Call up mom's workplace and let them know it happened...again.”