(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Jenna jerked her head in the direction of your mother, who smiled brilliantly.
"You're hanging out with mom today, remember? She told you just last night." Jenna sighed, with feigned weariness. "You've got such a rough memory big bro."
You stuck out your tongue at Jenna, and then looked at your mother apologetically. "Sorry mom, totally slipped my mind. What did you have in mind for today?"
Lauren clapped her hands together. "Oh, plenty of things, Matt!" She smiled from ear-to-ear, then seemingly remembered she was standing around in only her skimpy nighttime lingerie. "Let me change real quick, then I'll be back!"
"Sure thing, mom." You responded, sitting down on the table to make yourself comfortable. Lauren turned, and took a step towards the exit of the kitchen, but paused, appearing to be in thought about something.
Seeing her chance, Jenna lunged at you, silently squishing you before you could cry out in alarm. With scarily proficient speed, she rolled you up into a lump, aimed you at your mother, and flicked, sending you careening towards your mother's gigantic bronzed buttocks.
However...you'd been prepared. Knowing Jenna inside-and-out, you'd managed to be one step ahead of her this time.
Right before impact, you uncurled your arms, which you had only pretended to let Jenna squish and squash. Then, right as you connected with your mother's basketball-sized left butt cheek, you slapped out against her skin, using all the power you had within you to brush off across her flesh instead of slam right into it. In combination with your mother's own naturally jiggly booty, you slid right off, smacked against her right cheek, and then tumbled as a lump onto the floor.
This all occurred in the span of seconds, and right as Lauren started moving again, so she didn't even feel your masterfully deflected impact or know what had happened at all. She merely smiled to herself and kept walking, leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs. Jenna frowned at your unexpected display, scoffed, and then walked off, clearly giving consent to your victory for this round.
Of course, you then had to scale the kitchen table all by yourself, a feat which you could readily handle, but it left you sprawled out and exhausted by the time your mother returned. Years of hardship had tested your mettle as a tiny, and you had a very athletic build and surprising stamina, but this rough morning hadn't done you any favors.
Lauren re-entered the room after ten minutes, dressed in a low-cut green blouse and black leggings. She beamed down at you, then lowered her palm delicately. You hopped on board, only for Lauren to lift her hand back up so fast you were launched into the sky. Your mom gasped, but instantly lost sight of you, as you careened upwards and then back down, slamming onto the top of her head, sliding down her hair, and tumbling onto her left shoulder.
"I'm...over here, mom." You gasped, getting your breath back after being so startled.
Lauren turned her head to look at you. "Goodness, Matt. I'm sorry. I forgot how light you are." She laughed to herself. "Anyway...are you all set? We've got a busy day ahead of us!"
What does she have planned?
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