"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!" she shouted.
Jack blinked. "What? It's me, Jack. You're son. Wh-What are you talking about?!"
His mother stared at him, as if in shock. "What?! I'm not have any son!" she shouted in anger. "How did you get in?!"
"M-Mom, it's me. J-Jack." he stuttered, starting to cry. He didn't like this situation. Not one bit.
Tanya sighed. "I don't know who put you up to this, but if you don't get out right now, I'm calling the cops." she stated before storming over to him, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the house, despite Jack's struggles to resist her.
His big belly and wide hips made it very hard for him to move, especially with two heavy breasts hanging from his chest, bouncing around wildly, in turn making him even more embarrassed. As Tanya finally pushed him out and shut the door behind him, he stood in the front lawn of his house in shock.
"Remote! Remote!" he said outloud in panic. "Where's the remote?!"
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