You decide you just need to sit down alone for a bit. Yeah, that's just what you need, some quiet alone time to freak the fuck out.
What is going on here?! you ask yourself as you sit on the edge of your bed. Why is my house suddenly enormous?! You then think back to that old woman, how she had sworn to do something to your family for breaking her gnomes. Is this what she had done? Given you all a house three times too big? Why?! What a strange punishment! Just then, in the midst of your panic session, you hear something that makes you realize it may not be just your house that got bigger...
THUM THUM THUM THUM THUM
The rumbling of what sound like enormous footsteps shakes your bed, sending a chill up your spine. Just how big is your family, if they have indeed grown with the house? And, considering everything else has changed, are they still going to be nice to you?
The massive footsteps seem to stop outside your room, and you can clearly a pair of voices speaking.
"Steven isn't up yet?" a loud voice that you know quite well as your mother's asks.
"Nope," says what sounds like June, also considerably louder than normal. "He's being a sleepy butt like always." You hear some shuffling outside your room, and suddenly your door opens, but you do not see your loving mother standing in the frame. Well, not all of her, anyway. All you can see is one huge, piercing green eye on its side staring in, scanning the room.
"Oh there you are, honey," she says, her eye training itself on you. "How come you're hanging out in here? We're getting breakfast ready." Even though you want to believe that's your mother, you're paralyzed with fear at how massive she is. Who's to say they're not going to prepare you for breakfast? Why else would they need you out there for it? "Are you okay, honey? You look pale." Her eye has itself replaced in the doorway by a giant hand reaching toward you. You scramble out of the way, terrified of what might happen if she catches you. In the back of your mind, a voice is calling you crazy for running away from your mom, but you can't help it; she's scary at this size.
"Hey, where'd you go, sweetheart?" your mom asks, her huge hand searching the room, blindly knocking into furniture. "How come you're hiding from me?" You say nothing at this point as you're still too afraid; you're focused on trying to avoid her menacing grasp.
Eventually she gives up her search, leaving you cowering in a corner, your heart threatening to burst out of your chest. You truly want to believe this is your caring mother, but you can't be sure she'll remain as loving as she once was. You also find it very, very strange that she seems to find her new height completely normal, when just yesterday your were taller than her, but in a humanly possible sense. What is this strange world you've been thrust into?
"June, could you go talk to your brother?" Gwen asks your sister. "I'm not sure what's wrong with him, and you're still short enough to fit in there."
"Okay, mom," June says. The legs of your once little sister appear in the doorway now. She's now at least twice as tall as you, and still struggles to get in the door. You continue to cower in the corner opposite her as she tries every possible way to squeeze into your room. Eventually she settles on possibly the least graceful, but evidently most effective way of getting in: butt first. Her huge ass squeezes through the comparatively narrow frame, and the faces of the Frozen characters printed on the rear stare at you from each cheek. Eventually she pushes herself through, but with a bit more force than she may have expected to. You find yourself with no time to react as Elsa, Anna, and Olaf come flying straight at you!
CRASH
When you recover from the chaos, you find yourself pinned under your 8 year old sister's huge, cotton clad ass. You feel lucky to have survived. At least she keeps herself clean down there, or smells like she does.
"Ooops, sorry bro! I didn't mean to sit on you!" She gets up off of you even though she can't stand up straight in your room; she simply assumes a sitting position opposite you, looking down on you with a smile. You can only continue to look at her in shock. Her smile quickly fades as she gets concerned for you. "Are you okay, Stevie? Why do you have that weird look on your face?"
"June, check if his forehead feels hot," says your mom, her huge eye peering through the door again. June reaches toward you, and you flinch as her hand comes near, but realize you can relax when she gently places a couple fingers on your forehead.
"I don't think he feels sick, mom," June says, looking at you sideways. "He's just... weird."
"Steven, honey, please, what's wrong? This isn't like you at all." Even in her one emerald colored eye, you can see your mom is genuinely concerned for you. June's act of gentleness has given you confidence that these giants that claim to be your family do really care about you just as your normal family did. You manage to find your voice, and manage to say what you'd been trying to all along.
"W-why are you all... giant...?" you ask.
"What?" your mom asks in complete confusion. "You say that like it's out if the ordinary. We've always been a large family."
"B-but... but yesterday, you were... you were all normal size! "
"This is normal size for us, Steven. I'm really not sure why the gene didn't get passed on to you. Did you just have a dream or something?"
"No!" you say, getting frustrated with your mom not understanding you. "You were all my size! Then I woke up today and everything in the house was huge! You seriously don't know what I'm talking about?!"
"I really don't, sweetheart, honestly. Yesterday I was still twenty feet tall, just like always. I think you just had a really realistic dream, that's all." You can't believe what you're hearing. They don't remember a single thing.
"June, you remember being normal size, right?" you ask you huge sister, desperately trying not to look completely crazy. She puts a finger to her nose in thought for a moment.
"Mmmmmmmm nope!" she says. "You've always been my little brother Stevie." She ruffles your hair in a playful manner. She considers you her little brother? "Don't you remember yesterday? It was my turn to help you take a shower, like every other day, and it was a ton of fun! Actually, I think I left... Oh, there they are!" She scans your room for a moment before she finds a large sky blue sheet sticking out from under your bed that you don't remember being there before. She picks it up, and you discover it is not a sheet, but yet another pair of discarded panties, printed with large bluish-white snowflakes.
"Are you leaving your underwear all over the place again?" your mom asks in a jokingly stern manner.
"Sorry, but I was helping Stevie get dressed and I guess I left them here. These are my favorite pair, too!" Then, to your complete surprise, she begins pulling off the panties she's wearing! Your mom seems completely unfazed by the fact that her eight year old is just stripping in front of her older brother. June leans back against your dresser, her long smooth legs spread plainly in front of you, revealing the puffy lips of her huge, young pussy before you, glistening with just a tiny bit of her pussy juice. You get a whiff of a tangy sweetness as her used underwear passes by, and feel ashamed that it's getting you hard. You can't help it, you're a guy, you're wired to like pussy.
"You don't remember helping me wash this yesterday?" she asks, spreading the bald labia to reveal the soft pink inside of her slit. "You're just the right size, and you always do way better than me." You help her wash her pussy?? You look over at your mom, who is watching and listening to this conversation without saying a thing. Is she really okay with her kids getting into each other's privates?
"I feel so blessed to have kids that get along so well," you mom says happily, apparently seeing borderline incest as "getting along." "And you help wash him up too?" your mom asks June.
"Yup!" the big little girl says, turning her head away from her present task of putting on her favorite panties to look at Gwen. "Boys are easy to clean, just lots of scrubbing."
You, at the moment, are so preoccupied with trying to come to terms with your mom's new, very lenient parenting style, that you fail to realize the giant wall of of cotton about to clothesline you from behind! With June's legs spread around you, her panties are coming up right behind you, scooping you up with them! In her lack of attention, she just keeps pulling them up, and you can't react in time before getting a face full of huge, immature pussy. Your face sinks into her slit, and you're forced to smell and taste her womanhood. It's... actually not that bad. But you can't enjoy this, this is your younger (you can't say "little" anymore) sister here! Luckily, June isn't entirely oblivious, and notices your predicament right away.
"Uh oh! Stevie, how did you get in my panties? I'm already clean down there," she giggles. She wipes the pussy juices off your face with her nightshirt and sets you back down. "We can play that game later. Now come on, how about we go get some breakfast?" As many times as yous thought of eating pussy for breakfast, this time you're glad you didn't end up doing so.
"Yeah, come on you two," says your mom, moving away from the door to let you out, "the others probably ate everything by now." Her huge footsteps head down the hall, evidently towards the kitchen. June struggles again to squeeze her big butt through the door, this time bringing all of her panties with her, and you follow her through your massive house. How will your day start?
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