Jason paused before responding. He just wanted this bizarre, horrifying experience to end as soon as possible. Complaining would only prolong it, he concluded. He gathered himself, avoiding the sight of his giant mother's massive untamed bush and huge rippling buttocks, both on full display to the passing shoppers.
"I'm, uh, fine Mom. I guess it's just a little weird for me as, you know, a little person." His mother chuckled in her husky, good natured tone as she loaded the cart with jumbo bags of chips and tubs of nacho cheese.
"Oh I know sweetie," Martha replied, "It's hard for a lot of little folks to fully accept the ways of us giants, even their own family. But just know that I'll always love you. I've always had a thing for little guys, truth be told. I hooked up with quite a few before I married your father - several at once, sometimes."
"Come on Mom," Jason countered, keeping his focus on the lower shelves, "I don't really want to know about that."
"Oh don't worry," Martha giggled, "None of them were as cute as you." Jason cringed as she patted his butt, easily enveloping it with her giant paw of a hand. "I have to say, I wish you weren't such a prude about the whole familial intimacy thing. It's completely acceptable for giants to fool around within the family, even with the little ones."
"Wait, you mean," Jason stammered in disbelief, "You mean that um, incest is legal?" He just wanted to find a hole in the ground to hide in, this was all just too insane and horrifying.
"My goodness, you really are fuzzy today," his mother chuckled as she piled slabs of frozen steak into the cart. "But yes, it's perfectly legal and acceptable for us giants to get intimate sometimes with our siblings, parents or children. Society has accepted that our genetics make us freer with all of our physical impulses, and it's best not to suppress that. I mean, the regulations still vary state to state. For instance, any public urges - family or otherwise - have to be handled in the designated intimacy booths. In Florida and Louisiana you can go to town in your car or in some public parks, but that's it so far."
"Wait," Jason interrupted, "you said 'intimacy booths?'" He kept his gaze averted from his mother, overwhelmed with discomfort but also morbid fascination. He had been nearly pressing himself against the shelf to avoid contact with her sweaty bare thighs or ass.
"Oh yes," Martha replied, "most stores and establishments have them. For any time we need to get busy - anything beyond making out or quick groping. They're usually right next to the restrooms - see, right there." She pointed to the corner of the store and sure enough, right next to restrooms was a hall entrance with a red neon sign above that read "Intimacy Booths." Then emerging through the entrance was two giant women - looked to be a mother and daughter - still casually pulling on stained clothes over their sweaty wide frames. At closer glance, they began to look familiar. Jason could swear that was Janet Beals and her mother Anne. Janet went to his school and excelled on the track team. Her mother was a nutritionist and yoga instructor. But even as he thought this, his memories of them began to warp to match the grotesque image before him.
"Oh look," Martha chirped, "isn't that a girl from your school?"
"Uh, yeah mom..." Jason said through gritted teeth.
"She is quite the looker, I must say, same with her mother. I really wish you would open up to dating a bigger girl like her. Studies have shown we're more affectionate, more nurturing, better lovers..." She gave Jason a playful poke on the shoulder. "And it would make a nice intro for me and her big mama," she giggled mischievously.
Just then, Jason was brushed with his mother's bare leg and felt a dampness on his arm. He looked over and was horrified to see a stream of liquid running down her thigh from her crotch. Was that...no, it didn't look like urine. Jason recoiled - his mother was getting aroused!
"Uh Mom," he said under his breath, "You're um...dripping." His mother looked confused and then glanced down.
"Oh my you're right," she laughed, barely concerned. "I guess I got a little excited checking out those hotties. I can grab some paper towels or something if it really bothers you." Jason buried his head in his hands. How much longer would this curse last, and how bad would it get? The mere notion was too much to bare.