James would have loved to ditch Mary, but if he did Mary would be upset and she’d call his mom, who would be upset at him for not listening to her and punish him, which would end with him miserable as he spent time out time in a mason jar. With no choice he sprinted towards Mary’s house, running along the side of the pavement to avoid anyone that might be walking by. He hated walking around outside on his own, there were wild animals, dogs and toddlers around that could eat him. This was the worst part of being small, everything bigger then James could eat him.
He got to her house in ten minutes, which to him was more like a mile. Panting heavily, he looked up past her front steps to her porch, where leaning over the rail was his old babysitter and honorary aunt Mary. The dirty blond was having a cigarette as she stared blankly out into the street, only moving to take a hit of her cigarette. Her large pot belly wobbled over the belt of her skinny jeans that tightly clung around her oversized ass. Her tank top was not doing any better, her massive tits pushing out the fabric, no bra to keep them from swaying around as she rested her elbows against the rail of her porch. She looked bored, until she caught sight of James standing nervously at her front step.
“Well, if it aint my favourite little guy. Don’t just stand there, come greet your aunty Mary.” Flicking her cigarette away, Mary moved towards James and plucked him up in her chubby hand to bring him in for some southern hospitality. Mary was originally from Oklahoma, leaving there to start anew after her second or third husband. When she got excited her accent came out in full force. Squirming in discomfort in the clammy grip of her hand, James was taken into Mary’s house, which looked, just as unkempt and dirty as his own home. Empty beer cans, half eaten food and junk littered the floors, just like his home.
“It’s been too long since I saw you, I was beginning to think you must have hated me. But that’s just silly, I know you love your aunty Mary, darlin.” James listened from her fist as they head to the kitchen, not responding to what Mary was saying. He did kind of love her as a fun aunt, but she was just too dangerous to be around at his size. She was too much like his irrespirable mom and he didn’t need another person like that in his life.
In the kitchen, she dropped him on the dinning room table, sitting down hard, her huge chest wobbled close to James, the wobbling mountains of fat nearly smacking him. What was with Mary and his mom, bras were not that hard to put on?
“So, mom said you had something caught behind your fridge? Just put me down on the floor and I’ll get it out for you in no time,” James eagerly inquired, wanting to get this over with. He stared up, way up passed Mary’s protruding chest at her puffy, red lips. She had kissed him a lot with that mouth, hard to imagine how scared he was of them now.
“Gotta confession to make. Your sweet aunty lied to your momma. I wanted you over for anther reason.” Leaning forward, her breasts squished into the hard wooden table as she got close to James. He reeled back, both in fright from her gaping maw and her foul, smoky breathe. He had a very bad feeling about this, what could Mary want with him?
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