Waking up, you do your morning routine and after finishing it, you hear two sets of monstrous roars above you as make breakfast. For those that don't know, that was the mother-daughter morning thunder and surprisingly, it was the first one before more followed through. Due to their personalities, they tend to clash, more often with their farts than their words. The first one to enter the kitchen was your mother, Rachel.
Rachel was a tanned woman with short, straight, cropped white hair above her shoulders and numerous scars on her very muscular body, a particular nasty one claiming her right eye. A black eyepatch covered the wound as she was wearing a very frilly, floral underwear, a very unexpected thing for someone to see on her. With a tree trunk muscle arm scratching the back of her neck, her dark brown eye shined with pride, as her massive chest heaved with each breath she took, an impressive feat as each boob was far bigger than your head. She was also tall, needing to duck under doors to get through.
With a loving smile, Rachel kisses you on the cheek (a bit close to your lips) before taking her proportion of food and brings it to the table just as your sister comes in.
Amy was the opposite to your mom as she was dressed in a pinkish purple pajamas that didn't fit quite right on her and unlike her mother's muscular body, Amy was chubby, her gut poking out between her shirt and pants. While your mother has a plump backside, Amy has a huge butt with hips that make it hard to get through doors and half of her ass was visible, though her fist sized breasts equals it out. With bright baby blues under her glasses and her long, messy black hair, Amy's appearance gave off the look of a NEET, before she smiles at your sight.
"Morning bro," she says as she repeats the same thing as Rachel did before, even the lip thing and was chowing down on her food when she notices Rachel.
An awkward amount silence follows as you three eat your food and you count down when the dam will break into another fight.
"Amy..." Rachel began, but the chubby girl glares at her.
"582, and we're off," you think to yourself as you nearly complete your meal and you ignore the fighting words that thrown around between them while their bowels react to their argument.
Despite their different opinions, there a few things similar they had. Two examples were their explosive colon fumes they emit, a super rare day when neither of them are farting, and the fact they love you, though you think they may have some incestous feeling towards you. Although, there was another thing they shared.
"Kelly felt nice coming out this morning. Admit it that eating people is a good thing," Rachel said, rubbing her 8 pack as she leans to her right to drop a massive, thirty second fart.
"Mom! That was my friend you ate!" She shouted, you finishing your meal and picking up theirs.
"What about that mailman? You said he was delicious," Rachel retorts, stopping Amy's verbal attack as you place the dirty dishes away and you return to your room.
Both women were predators, capable of swallowing people whole and reducing them to shit, farts, and fat. Nobody remembers when the fights began, but you don't see them ending anytime soon. Their argument still carries on, their farts joining in on the volume as you shut the door to your room and you do stuff on the computer. Eventually the arguing stops, but a knock on your door takes your attention away from writting.com and in comes...
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