You blushed horribly just thinking about Cherry. Of course you were ecstatic that she had invited you to move in, but you sometimes thought that she might be even more excited about it than Sierra was. Even when Sierra was around you, she was very openly flirtatious with you, verbally and physically alike. It didn't help that Sierra thought it was funny, which just egged her Mom on more. This wouldn't be too bad, except for one big detail.
Cherry was a VERY big woman. Though she wasn't quite as tall as Sierra (though everyone still towered over you, so it didn't really matter), she was hundreds of pounds heavier, most of which was squashed into the bottom of her EXTREMELY pear-shaped body. You didn't mind her size (your blush deepened as you thought you actually kind of liked it, especially her shape), but the fact that Cherry seemed to think she was quite a bit smaller than she actually was had put you into a few "interesting" situations. You couldn't help thinking of the time you had been watching a movie with Sierra on a three-cushion couch, Sierra on an end and you in the middle, when Cherry had come in and jumped onto the other end... Or at least, half of her filled the couch cushion. The other half was planted firmly in your lap, and with a giggle from Sierra and an oblivious grinding of Cherry's mammoth butt, you were forced to sit through the rest of the movie being half smothered.
Shaking the memory from your head, you nonetheless decided you might as well visit her on your own terms; it was definitely a better option than having her come find you later. You couldn't help being nervous as you arrived at her bedroom door. You still weren't used to her "open-door policy", which stated that you were welcome to walk into any room at any time. She hated when people knocked, though you knew better than to not knock on the other women's doors, most of which weren't as "open" about their privacy as Cherry was.
With a sigh, you open the door without knocking and make your way into the massive room, a lot of which is taken up by an equally massive curtained four-poster bed. Not spotting Cherry right away, you move deeper into the room around the bed. You noticing that she was having her own dirty clothes build up, though she seemed to have piled it all in one corner, many of the articles seeming big enough to fit multiple yous inside them. You shiver at the thought as you round the corner of the bed, and immediately go deep red in a blush.
A good portion of your vision was filled with Cherry's massive butt, it's red pantie-covered form more than half hanging out of a pair of jean capris as she was bent looking into a low dresser drawer. Your eyes couldn't look away as she hummed and swayed back and forth, causing jiggles to spread through the flab with every twitch. "Umm... Mrs. Bobblebeaut?"
You were "treated" to the show of her ass shaking like an earthquake as she startled, before she spun around to show that even though she was much smaller up top, the shirt she wore (which rode up her belly and was straining to contain her breasts) was even smaller. "Oh, it's My Little Man!!! And I told you, it's not Mrs. any more!" You couldn't help but look away and blush again at her pet name, which just egged her on. "Ooo, so do you always sneak up your girlfriends' mothers while they're trying on outfits, or am I just a lucky girl?"
"No-- I mean... Yes? I mean... I don't know. I umm... just thought I'd stop and say, 'Hi.'"
"Oh really, is that why it took you so long to say anything once you got behind me?" Your face was starting to hurt from all the blushing now, she had known you were there!!! "Aawww, is my Little Man embarrassed? Hehehe. Well then, I'm sure he'd like to stick around while I try on some more outfits!" Before you can object, she pulls a chair up and sits it next to the dresser, quickly pushing you into it as she turned back around to put on the outfit she had grabbed when you "snuck in". You had been thinking that her pants had just slid down her massive butt, but you quickly realize with how much shift and forcing she has to do just to get the pants OFF, that that was the highest the too small pants could go. As she shimmied out of the capris (shaking and jostling her blubber dangerously close to you), you couldn't help but notice that she was even bigger than you remembered, and with how much junk she ate she was bound to just get bigger.
Distracted by this thought, you failed to notice her drop her new pants to the floor and bend over to pull them up until her ass crack was attempting to eat your face. You tried to reel back, but the high-backed chair kept you from retreating, as Cherry obliviously stayed bent smothering you as she pulled and tugged at the stretch pants that probably weren't going to have enough stretch. As she ground your face with her ass and you found your nose deeper and deeper in her crack against her panties, you suddenly had a new reason besides embarrassment and faithfulness to Sierra to get out: Cherry's ass smelled like hell. You thrashed at the stink as you were forced deeper again as she had trouble with the pants again even though she was only at her knees. "Sorry, Little Guy, gimme just a sec... though I'm sure you're enjoying the view. Hehehe." There wasn't much to see but the dark of her... Butt. And the smell was starting to make your head swim, the feeling getting worse every second...
Choice 1: You suddenly shrink just as she stands up, sending her crack crashing closed on all sides!!!
Choice 2: You shrink, but fall onto the seat. (She'll probably think you ran from her advances again.)
Choice 3: She stands up just in time, and you don't shrink... yet.
Choice 4: Reader's Choice
Choice 5: Reader's Choice
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