Chaquel put her left hand on her head, frustrated by the events that had ensued. The only positive thing about all of this was that her dad didn't wake up. . . the amount of trouble they'd be in then, would be pretty severe.
"Momma!"
Chaquel's voice changed from her dominant bossy self to a sweet innocent young girl. You looked at Chaquel's mother
"Yes, baby?" Cynthia asked, her head peaking at the sound of her daughter.
"I can't deal with. . . my boyf. . . him. . .right now, so. . . how about you take him for the night!!"
Cynthia began squeezing Dwayne's face incredibly tight, while also squealing like a little girl. He couldn't breathe or move out of this strong choke hold.
"Oooooohhhh!!! Yeaaaasss!!! Momma get's a plaything for the evening!!"
Dwayne struggled to remain conscious from the breast assault. His face was mashed against the giant woman's breasts. If he had to guess, he would say that each of her breasts was about the size of his head!! And if that paper was right. . . being stuck between them at your true size wouldn't be good either.
He needed to find that shrink ray, get the instructions, and at least get himself from shrinking to half an inch.
Finally, Cynthia released Dwayne from the breast smashing she had been doing to him. He breathed in hard to keep from passing out. TJ, Chaquel, and Cynthia laughed at his futile efforts.
"Oh well, I didn't really want that little suckah anyway. I'm gettin to bed!!" TJ said to the other family members. He walked off, opened his bedroom door, and went inside.
Chaquel shook her head satisfied. She had finally gotten everything she had wanted for the day. Dwayne was lucky that he had at least shown up. If he had tried to show her up, things wouldn't go to well for him. She remembered her last boyfriend. No one had found him yet, after he tried to leave her. . .
"Ok, mom. I'm gonna take a shower then get to sleep. See you . . . both. . . in the morning." Chaquel said with a seductive wink.
"Ooooh!!" the ebony mother spouted "You are sooooo gonna get it, tomorrow!!"
Cynthia grabbed onto Dwayne's arm and began to drag him away. He tripped and fell to the floor, but that didn't stop Cynthia. She just continued to pull on him. . . dragging him towards her bedroom.
"I. . .I t-think it w-will be fun, Cynt-"
Dwayne was silenced when Cynthia let go of him. . .and jumped right on top of him!!
SLAM!!
"Ooof!!"
Cynthia's giant chest smothered Dwayne's face and lower chest completely. He was totally immobilized.
"Don't you call me that. . you have to call me. .. .Momma!!"
"Y-yes. . .M-momma. . . I-I'm. . .s-sorry!!" Dwayne whimpered between coughing and trying to breathe.
Cynthia smiled, satisfied.
"Good, let's go inside!!"
A loud snoring noise could be heard from within the room. It was very powerful, even echoing a little before she got to close to the door.
Tom was a big man. Weighing in at 450 pounds, and at six foot six, he was a giant in his own right. That weight wasn't all fat though, a lot of it was muscle. Tom used to be a football player in high school and he was quite good too. Right now, this grumpy giant was fast asleep. . . at least he was.
Cynthia opened the door, trying to be quiet but not succeeding. She didn't even let you get up, instead pulling you into the bedroom like some kind of rug. Looking over, Dwayne saw that their bed was enormous, even bigger than a king size bed. That was probably due to their. . .larger sizes.
Tom shook a little and made a lot of strange sounds.
"W-wha?
The giant overweight man sputtered, confused at the sudden motion in the room. Cynthia raised her arms, showing that there was no danger at all.
"Don't worry, honey. . .it's just me!! Dwayne is sleeping with us tonight!!"
"Oh. . . okay."
Tom rolled back over with the blanket, and went back to sleep.
As he was being dragged over towards the giant bed, Dwayne realized that if he got into that bed with her. . .he wasn't getting out until morning!! He still needed to find those instructions. . .or he'd be really small in the morning. He thought of an excuse, and thought of it quick!!
"Cyn. . .Momma. . I need. . .to get a drink, before bed"
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