“You’re a real sweetie, James.” Even though her back was killing her, the old hippie leaned over and kissed James on the cheek, making the boy blush as he meekly looked at her. He honestly wasn’t sure why he had suggested that, he couldn’t receive a hug from the older woman without breaking into a dazed smile, how was he going to handle touching her body? “Give me a hand up,” Angie asked as she took James’s hand and she carted herself up, her belly and big tits bouncing as she moved her heavy figure. She really hated how much the medication caused her body to plump up. She tried to work out, but with her back it was just too hard to do anything strenuous. She was so lucky to have a young man like James around to help her out.
James followed her to her bedroom, his eyes moving to her large rump in her tight shorts as it swayed in front of him. Taking a few calming breathes, he tried to keep his cool as he entered her bedroom for the first time. She had shag carpeting, tie-dye drapes covering the windows to make it darker, a very large, unmade bed and Angie’s personal bong lying on the floor. Moving as quickly as her large frame would allow, Angie quickly removed the drug paraphernalia before giving James a simple shrug.
“Don’t tell your mom about that?” James just scoffed, knowing his mom she’d just come over to borrow it if he told her. Besides, it was no big secret that she took pot for her back, although James suspected that even without her back injury she’d still be smoking it.
“Okay, I’m just going to lie down for you. The pain is really in my lower back, so if you could try massaging there I’d be so grateful,” She told him with a wink, which only made him blush again. Crawling onto her bed, slowly, groaning as she moved. Her heavy breasts and belly dragged over the sheets as she got into position. As she lay down they squished under her, pushing out on her sides as she put all her weight on her front. Incredibly nervous, James deliberately lifted up her skirt and moved his hands towards her naked back like he was working with a bomb. As he touched her bare back, he tried to focus on the job of rubbing her smooth, pale skin, but his mind traveled to other places, perverted ones.
Ever since developing his crush he had wanted so hard to get closer to Angie, but he knew with the age difference she’d always see him as a kid. He often considered using his power to transform to get closer to her in at least a physical state. He could turn into anything, a clock, a plant, a lamp, a phone, anything he wanted. Of course he often fantasized about being more perverted things, like maybe he could be her bra and hold up those massive, glorious breasts or a pair of tight shorts that could cling to those wide, luscious hips. He had even considered becoming food, just so he could as close as possible to her. She’s eat him without ever knowing, take his transformed body into herself and digest him slowly. He’d churn in her potbelly; maybe he’d become a part of her or remain inside her belly as digested food as it traveled through her body. Of course, he could never do that, he was too afraid to even tell her he liked her, much less feed himself to her. But a guy can have fantasies.
CRACK!
A low cry rumbled out of Angie as her back made a loud, disturbing cracking sound as James pressed down around her spine. He jumped back, staring in terror at Angie and wondering what he had done. Angie groaned some more as James watched on in mute horror until she rolled over and sat up, showing no pain at all as she moved.
“Holy shit, my back,” she muttered. Reaching around, she touched her lower back and smiled. “The pain’s gone, you fixed it!”
Laughing with excitement, Angie stood up and started walking, finally able to move without any pain without the drugs. Her grin threatened to split her face as she moved, not having felt this good or happy in a long time. She was finally feeling like her old self after so many years. How long it was going to last was unknown, but she had to do something. Go for a run, go dancing, get laid! She felt like a million bucks and she wanted to celebrate. And she owed it all to one boy’s magic hands. Turning to him, she enveloped James in a huge hug before he could react.
“Thank you so much, James. If I had known that all it would take to fix my back was a massage from my favourite little guy I would have had you place those tiny hands on my years ago. I’m going to repay you for this somehow, I promise.” She held him tightly against her, his head almost totally enveloped by her huge breasts. James just stood rigidly, feeling her body press so tightly against him that he thought she might pull him into her soft, warm bulk. He could smell her organic body lotion over the sweet she’d gained from working in the yard. He felt her potbelly rubbing a little too closely to his crotch, causing another thing to get rigid. Slowly, Angie pulled away and James prayed to God as hard as he could that she hadn’t felt hi erection. When he saw her looking down, he knew the jig was up.
“Not the kind of reaction I expected,” Angie said as she looked at the bulge between his legs. She remained silent for a moment, before looking up into James’s eyes with a mischievous smile. “Don’t worry, honey. Let me fix that for you.” Her hand moved to his crotch, giving the bulge a hard squeeze. James took a sharp intake of breath at her touch. He couldn’t believe this, but it was happening, dreams really do come true.
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