Once inside, you make a direct beeline up the stairs to the second floor where all of the rooms were. When you reach the top of the stairs you look to the left and see your parents wondering around what you assume is the master bedroom. To your right is three more rooms. You had become a little excited about the move when you learned from your mother that the new house has 4 rooms and 3 bathrooms. Coming from the 2 bedroom apartment where you shared a room with your older sisters, you had been naively looking forward to your own room, even knowing you would still have to share a bathroom with them. As you make your way down the right hall, you see that each of your twin sisters has claimed one of the first two rooms right next to each other. You continue on quickly to avoid their attention. Reaching the third door at the end of the hall, you find yourself more shocked than you are willing to admit when you see that your parents have already had all of their office furniture (which you wasn’t aware they even had?) set up in this room, leaving you without your own space. You head back toward the master bedroom and pause at the door taking a moment to determine who you should question about the room situation. Tracy tends to be the more stern and short tempered, always a strong disciplinarian, always ready to dole out punishment for any deserved or perceived slight.. to you at least. Bothering her with the issue at hand while she’s already preoccupied is almost certain to not turn out in your favor, so instead you approaches Linda who is currently working rather hard to place a fitted sheet on their reinforced California king sized mattress that somehow still does not seem big enough to fit both of her parents. “Mommy?” You speak out timidly, hoping she’s caught her in an agreeable mood. “Yes pet, what is it?” Linda responds, not taking her attention off of the corner she’s struggling to stretch the sheet over. “Um.. I think there may have been a mistake with the rooms.. it doesn’t look like there’s a space for me to sleep right now. The fourth room is filled with a bunch of office stuff?” You see Tracy glance over and gulps realizing that “mistake” may have been the wrong choice of words, you should know better than to imply any of your family members would ever make a mistake. Even so you continue “are Hannah and Katelyn maybe supposed to be sharing a-“ before you can finish Linda interrupts you “no, no silly little girl there’s no mistake. Your sisters are too old to be sharing a room and need their own space. Plus, with my new remote job I need to have an office space for myself.” Your mommy finally straightens and turns to look at you and suddenly you find yourself in a familiar shadow. You can’t help but shrink back in submission, but try your best to meet Linda’s gaze, cranking your neck back as much as possible to adjust to the height difference. “Oh.. um okay so.. it’s just.. where am I supposed to sleep?” You ask carefully “Oh don’t worry little one, you take up such an insignificant amount of space that I have a few ideas of where we can put you” Your mommy says and takes a step towards you before slowly wrapping her thick meaty hands around your tiny waist and pulling you into her massive body in what you think is supposed to be a pacifying gesture. “Of course you are always welcome to share a bed with your loving mothers” there’s a tone in her voice as she makes this offer that you have only just been able to decipher in your teen years, a lustful one that would have automatically turned you off to this option had you not already deemed in as a no go. Growing up in a house full of super sized women had come with a unique set of trials and errors and learning experiences for you as a child, but you had learned very quickly after a couple of nightmares that sleeping in your parents bed was not did not come with the comfort that you had hoped for. “You can ask and see if one of your sisters would be gracious enough to share their room with you, I suppose you could sleep on the couch down in the living room.. or there’s a space for you down in the basement.” So not quite the upgrade you had been hoping for with the move and yet you think to yourself, “you really should have seen this sort of thing coming.” As your body had begun developing as a young teen, you found your parents had become much less shy and subtle in the way they took advantage of your body, your mother’s punishments becoming much more depraved and often very undeserved, usually rather self serving. Mommy was always more maternal and nurturing, always taking any moment she could to cuddle and hug and touch you, but with the size contrast mommy’s love had always been overbearing and suffocating at best and as you matured the line between innocent and inappropriate touching was blurred rather quickly. You also happen to know all too well thanks to the thin walls at your old home, that your parents love is still very passionate and very open. Sharing a bed with them every night is not an option. Sharing a room with either of your sisters was also not an option in your mind. You had no doubt that either of them would be eager to allow you to sleep in one of their beds, although not without it benefiting them somehow. The issue is that your sisters have never much viewed you as a sibling as much as they have a plaything and a pet. Having witnessed your parents own treatment towards you and the natural progressions, the twins attention towards you has also gotten more experimental as the three of you have gotten older. The twins have always been connected and love coming together to plan out their mischievousness towards you but they couldn’t be more opposite. Hannah has always been the tomboy of the two, always excelling in sports, particularly the girls wrestling team, she’s always been more of the messy slob, known to carry a particular odor and not all that concerned with her bodily gases. She particularly loves to use you as her personal sparring dummy, finding it especially fun to catch you off guard with surprise attacks. She takes after mother in that she loves to award punishments when you can’t beat her in a match which is always. Katelyn, has always been known as a queen bee type. Despite her size, she is known for her dazzling, prim and proper looks and her killer attitude and temper. Since you were little she’s taken a particular liking to playing dress up and house with you, but as you’ve gotten older the outfits and the role play has definitely started to get out of hand. The other problem is that while the twins are besties by nature and get along most of the time, both of them have short tempers and can butt heads. Sharing a room with them while they’re fighting often meant their frustration got taken out on you. Your options have dropped down to the living room couch and the basement. Walking back down stairs to evaluate the options you think back on all of the times you either been “accidentally” sat on and squished, smothered like a teddy bear, use as a cushion or a pillow as a punishment, or border line molested on the couch at your old place, just at times when you were sitting and watching the tv. Sleeping out in the living room seemed like an open invitation for a lot of uncomfortable things to happen to you. Watching through the kitchen and reaching the door to the basement, you opens it to see that it only locks from the outside and are instantly filled with a deeply unsettling feeling. You weren’t entirely sure why. Walking back to the living room and staring at the couch, you evaluate your options again.
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