Giantess Mommy gets dressed in front of her shrunken boy

In a scene unlike any other, a towering figure of a woman, known as Giantess Mommy, steps before her small son, now no more than a shrunken figure at her feet. The mother begins, pulling a pair of nylon stockings from their packaging and sliding them up her legs, smooth and unbroken in their ascent. Her son watches with awe and fascination as his mother’s form fills out under the addition of a lacy garter belt, the straps of which she secures with a flick of her wrist. Next, the mother dons a silky blouse that cascades over her chest, a perfectly formed mountain that she caresses with a hand as she moves. The teeny boy scrambles to keep up with his giant mother as she adjusts the hemline of her skirt, shaking it out with an authoritative snap. The skirt settles over her curves, molding itself to every inch of her body as she pulls it up, smoothing it under her arms and across her hips. Finally, the mother reaches for a pair of heels, their soaring spikes commanding respect and awe. She steps into them, their containment of her feet a mere afterthought against the sheer magnitude of her form. As she laces them up with a casual flick of her ankle, her son can’t help but be overwhelmed by his mother’s grandeur. The sight of her, looming over him in nothing but stockings and heels, is both enthralling and terrifying, a testament to the power of femininity in the face of subservience. And so, she continues, her form a testament to the beauty and power of the giantess, her son a mere speck at her feet.