Ah, Kennedy. The beautiful yet bitchy mother. As the resident neighborhood punching bag, James was well accustomed to being mistreated and abused by, well, pretty much everyone. Getting crushed was a daily occurrence, so if he was going to be messed with, it might as well have been with the hottest mother in the area.
James knocked lightly on the door, freshly coated in a fine layer of veneer. A few seconds later, it swung open, revealing Kennedy in all of her sensual glory. A skin-tight tank-top, thin as a piece of plastic wrap, held her bosom. Beneath it was a push up bra, expertly fashion to make her Doulble D's look even larger then they already were. They struggled against the bra and the tank-top, threatening to shred them at any moment. Her lower half wasn't much different, with Kennedy donning a pair of yoga pants so slim he could trace her every curve.
"If it isn't my favorite baby sitter," Kennedy said, "I don't remember calling you over,"
"Uh, yeah, about that, I just wanted to, um, hang out?" James sputtered out.
"My my, you want to hang out with me?" She asked, running a hand gently against her cleavage. "You know, back before I had my little brats, every guy in the city wanted to 'hang out' with me. You think you're really 'hang out' material?"
"I, uh, guess not..."
"Gosh, so bashful. You'll never get a girl like that. Here, come in, I guess I'll listen to a few of your stories," she said, hooking her thumb and index finger inside his nostrils. With a yank she began pulling forward, causing his elastic nose to stretch out like Pinocchio as they made their way through the house. She guided him to her bedroom, letting him sit at the foot of her bed.
"The older one's still at camp and the toddlers napping, so it's just us for now. So," she said, plopping her plump rump beside James. "Tell me a story, kid. Your most secret, embarrassing one."
That was harder than it seemed. James had experienced a great deal of torment through the years. From getting fed to (and shit out of) a dog, getting held down by some girls in middle school and having his cock tugged and stretched for a whole night, among other things. But there was one thing he had never told anyone. An event he had wished to forget. Yet seeing this busty woman before him, asking him to tell her, it just activated something within him. He just had to tell Kennedy.
"Most embarrassing, you say? Well, last year... Last year my Mom got REALLY drunk around New Years. More drunk then I've ever seen. Late one night, she snuck into my room at night and while I was asleep flattened me into a tiny, acorn sized ball. Yelling something about how she wanted me to 'go home' she shoved me up her snatch, trapping me in her uterus. That wouldn't have even been so bad, if not for the fact that she blacked out and forgot the whole thing."
Kennedy burst out laughing.
"Seriously? You were trapped inside your Mom for how long? Bwahaha, that's priceless!"
"I-It's not that funny, but yeah, it was only around five days. Luckily she had a gynecologist appointment so they found me then."
"Doesn't get much worse than that, does it?" Kennedy asked. She grabbed James's hand, pulling his index finger until it was nearly a foot long.
"K-Kennedy..."
"You know, James, ever since I've learned about your little problem, I've always wanted to..."
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