Gwen wipes her mouth on her arm, smearing milk all over it. She looks down her blubbery body, seeing the mess of milk trailing down her tits and belly.
"Oh, clumsy me, I've made such a mess," she says, not sounding very concerned. She sees the milk all over you as well and says, "Good thing we're both in the bath, huh? Let's get you cleaned up first."
You get a little scared as this titanic woman takes you in her hands. She slides down a bit further in the tub, to the point where she's laying down, and sits you on her huge, squishy belly. She grabs a bar of soap and rubs it between her pudgy hands, sudsing it up for use. She then holds you by your midsection with one hand and roughly rubs the soap on your chest with the other. She's not as graceful as she might think she is.
"Uhm, Mom?" you ask sheepishly, still not entirely comfortable calling this behemoth your mom. "Could you maybe try to be a little more gentle? That kinda hurts."
"I'm sorry, honey, but I gotta get you nice and squeaky clean. It'll be over soon, so just bear with me, okay?" She keeps pressing the soap into your skin as if she's trying to fuse it with you; looks like you just have to survive.
As she moves further down your body, you begin to fear how well your... more delicate areas will fare with her rough ministrations. You pray she'll at least be gentle there.
"This is just like I remember," Gwen says, her fat face smiling at you from behind her massive breasts, which are still leaking milk. "I used to love giving you kids baths, even though I know you didn't really like getting them. I don't like them all that much, either. Isn't that funny? I love giving them, but don't like getting them."
"Why don't you-- " you have to take a breath as she drives the soap into your stomach, "like to take baths, exactly?"
"They're just such a hassle, don't you think? Washing all of this," she motions to the huge mound of blubber that is her body, "every day, just to have it get dirty again by breakfast? It's just not worth the effort. So I only make everybody take baths once a month. I feel like I've told you this story before, haven't I?" She looks a little puzzled, but shakes her head and continues cleaning you. Luckily, it looks like she's going to be gentle to your delicates.
Gwen soaps up her hands and uses them to wash you instead of the bar of soap. She's still a bit rough, but her soft pudgy hands on your tiny cock actually feels... kinda good. Feeling her rubbing your member reinvigorates your 4" erection, and, to your embarrassment, she notices.
"Awww, do you like that, honey?" your mom asks, your cheeks turning bright red. She pinches your tiny manhood between her fingertips and strokes you gently "I used to do this all the time with you and Jake when I'd bathe and change you. I heard it'd help it grow, but I guess I didn't do it enough for you. It seems to have worked for Jake, though... and that was a lot of fun..." she seems to drift off into her thoughts, a bit of drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. She then snaps to and continues washing/stroking your dick. Sadly, it's not long at all before your hips start bucking and your tiny cock starts shooting its minuscule load on Gwen's monster tits.
"Oh, honey, did it really feel that good? I barely even got started. You have the cutest orgasm face, did you know that?" Your face somehow turns even redder as you hear these words come out if your own mother's mouth. She wipes up the tiny amount of cum and pops it into said mouth, enjoying what little there is of it. She then grabs the bar of soap again and resumes washing you, putting you on your hands and knees and moving to your rear end.
She soaps up your cheeks, and scrubs your crack, resuming her roughness from before. "Gotta make sure we get this cute little butt cle-- whoops!" You suddenly feel a sharp stinging pain in your ass, accompanied by a stretching feeling. It seems your mom's rough scrubbing has forced the thick bar of soap into your ass! Well, halfway in; it could still easily be pulled out. "Well, now you'll be thoroughly clean, huh?" she giggles. "Here, let me get that out for you." Why do you keep letting her do things for you?
Your mom's fat fingers are anything but graceful. As she goes to pull the soap out of your ass, and only ends up pushing it further in! You clench your teeth with a mixture of pain and... pleasure? The fat woman curses under her breath and tries again, although it just makes things worse. The soap is already entirely up your ass, and she doesn't seem to realize that her fingers are thicker than most dicks; she shoves her pointer finger up your right hole to try to pry the soap out, but, surprise surprise, she just pushes it even further into your bowels. You never in your life imagined your ass would stretch so far.
"Okay, Mom," you start to say. "Mom! Stop, it's stuck!" You pull away from her, her finger exiting you with a wet pop. That doesn't feel like it's coming out for a while.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, it was an accident," your mom explains. "It'll come out in its own time; for now, why don't we shift gears to my bath? I think you've suffered long enough." As much as you'd like to get this bar of soap out of your ass, you can't disobey your gigantic mother.
She pulls the extendable shower head down for you to use (you would've used it before, but you couldn't reach it). After rinsing the excess soap off of you, she hands it to you, and you begin the laborious task of washing this mountain of lard that is your mother. You start at the top, washing her wavy red hair and greasy face. She giggles a little as you start scrubbing under many chins.
"Sorry, honey, I'm just a bit tickl-- ooh, is that syrup?" She's referring to your hand that you've just pulled out of her fat rolls, and sure enough it's covered in a thick layer of sticky maple syrup, evidently from breakfast. Without a second thought, Gwen's lips glomp down on your hand, along with half of your arm, sucking and licking it clean in no time. You find it unnerving how easily she can take your arm into her mouth. Scared, you try to pull your arm out, but she just keeps sucking until she gets every last bit before finally releasing your now slobber soaked arm.
"You are such a sweet little thing, honey," she says, smiling sweetly and licking her lips hungrily, sending mixed messages. "I'm sorry to distract you, just can't let perfectly good food go to waste, you know?" You give her a sort of nod and continue your work. You work your way down her layered neck, and make the horrible realization that you're going to have to wash her disgusting armpits. She lifts her flabby left arm revealing a tangled mass of greasy orange hair, even worse than her pubes. You get underneath her armpit and start spraying it with water, and right away she starts giggling; seems she's ticklish here too. You start scrubbing, and she reflexively brings her arm down to her side, pressing your face right into her still rancid armpit hair. It reeks of sweat and feels disgusting on your face, and the mouthful you've gotten tastes even worse. You're trapped here until the ticklish feeling wears off, and this is quite a while because your presence is just tickling her more. When she finally releases you, spluttering and practically coughing up hairballs, she doesn't even seem to notice what happened. You continue washing, making sure to stay out of her way in case she gets ticklish again.
You thank God as you finish with her armpits, as you can get to less hairy parts of her (for the time being, at least). You start at her huge breasts, trying in vain to wipe away the seemingly endless dribble of milk coming from her huge nipples. You try to be gentle, but she still lets out some moans as you work her sensitive milk tanks. As you're cleaning, she playfully squeezes the breast you're on, squirting you in the face with warm milk. You wipe it off and press on, determined to finish this terrible chore. You lift up her heavy melons and clean out the sweaty undersides as well. There's still so much of her left. Next come her fat rolls spilling down her belly, the underside of each somehow more disgusting than the one before it. Gunk of unimaginable origin gets scraped out time you go in, and lifting up each one brings out a wave of new, horrible stench. At least there's no sandwiches in her bellybutton, which, by the way, is deep enough to nearly fit your arm up to your elbow.
As you work your way down Gwen's enormous stomach, you hear a thunderous rumbling and gurgling come from beneath you. Your mom simply giggles.
"Sorry honey," she says, patting her blubber, "my tummy just knows when there's something tasty nearby." You look back at your mom, a bit scared by this remark. "Oh, don't worry! I wouldn't eat you, you're not done giving me a bath yet." Somehow, that doesn't make you much better, but you press on anyway. You've washed all of her upper areas, now all that's left is...
"Ready for the really fun part, sweetie?" your mom says, nudging you off of her and standing up. You quickly back away as she turns around and lays down on her stomach, presenting you with her monstrous freckled ass and fat hairy pussy. She reaches back and spreads the filthy, shit stained cheeks, unveiling her huge brown anus and the terrible stench with it. Deciding you've seen enough, she reaches lower and spreads her pussy lips, showing off her huge gaping hole buried in a tangled orange forest, and mixing in a fishy smell with the shit.
"It's been a while since you've seen this part of Mommy, huh? " she asks, her asshole winking at you as she talks. "So, where to start? My big beautiful butt? Or the hole you came out of? I'm looking to get a deep clean, if you will." If you had your choice, you'd say neither, but as you quickly find out, you don't have a choice! Gwen starts to scoot her nether regions closer and closer to you before grabbing you and shoving you...
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