You groan, remembering that it's a school day. You whip out your walkie-talkie you use to communicate with your family.

"Good morning, mom!" Your voice echoes on the walkie talkie strapped to her hip.

"Oh, good morning sammy sweetie!" Lauren smiles and walks over to the shelf, leaning down to look at you, giving you an impressive view of her massive cleavage in her low-cut blouse.

"Are you ready for school today honey?"

“I guess,” you said, trying to peel your attention away from her dangling boobs.

“Well, hop on, sweetie! Breakfast is almost ready,” she smiles, placing her hand next to your balcony.

You climb onto her enormous hand and feel the warmth radiating off her skin as she carries you to the kitchen table and drops you in the center, next to a plate the size of a quarter set aside just for you. You watch the sway of her hips as she walks back into the kitchen, the smell of cooking pancakes and eggs wafting through the air.

You sit, bored, waiting for breakfast, with nobody else at the table. Luckily, your tiny buggy is on the table too, so you could go exploring around the house. Your mom is busy cooking, so you doubt she would notice you.