Missing the Most Important Meal
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 8
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"Pancakes are getting cold!" Olivia's voice once again beckoned, somewhat muffled as she clearly had a mouthful of the hotcakes herself. Mackenzie had thought of joining in in calling for Elizabeth but had no bereavements in letting Elizabeth have as much time alone in the bedroom as she wanted. Every second was just more time she had to potentially squash you and clear you from Olivia's mind a little longer after all.
Elizabeth's eyes went wide at that, "Pancakes?!" she spoke in shock, "Why didn't you just say that?!" Quickly running her way out of the bedroom, you were almost instantly swallowed whole in the abyss of the ludicrously sized booty of the mature woman, noting in agony the rising temperature and pressure as the cheeks flew about wildly in her stead.
"Morning, Ms. King!" Mackenzie happily called out, noting she was in fact not carrying a tiny one-inch-tall man with her in her palm before being promptly corrected by the brunette to just call her Elizabeth. You were flattened into a particularly solid chair, only the plush, expansive flesh of Elizabeth's rear protecting you, as she leapt into her seat, eager to start breakfast. "Did ya sleep well?" Mackenzie asked, happy to make conversation and only lightly prod on if you would come up in the discussion somehow.
"Heck yea! Honey, your bed is so gosh darn comfy!" Elizabeth replied, cheeks already full with an entire pancake. "Definitely plenty of room for the two of us!" she finished, lightly prodding Jennifer with her elbow.
"Hahaha, yea, it is pretty nice! I agree on the two people, although my bedmate isn't quite as big as either of you!" Olivia commented jokingly, a fact Elizabeth took mock offense to as if being criticized for her particularly large 'size', at least in certain respects. "Not to mention Andrew likes to sleep on that little bed of his sometimes, so then I have the whole bed to myself!" Elizabeth didn't even perk up upon hearing you had your own bed, something she should have expressed interest in seeing as she utterly destroyed it unwittingly and hadn't even seen it yet.
Your loving girlfriend paused as she finished though, briefly looking around the table. "Oh yea, where is Andrew? Is he still in his bed?" Olivia asked, suddenly struck with the slightest twinge of worry.
Elizabeth merely bounced happily in her seat, absolutely decimating you even further under her voluptuous weight, "Hmmm, I don't know! I haven't seen him since we all got under the covers!"
"What?! You mean Andrew slept with you two in the big bed?!" Olivia's face instantly went red, in some mix of embarrassment, jealousy, and anger. While she had no idea your bed had been obliterated, she couldn't bear the thought of you sleeping between the two gorgeous moms, regardless of how much she trusted you.
"Hehe, of course! He got to be right in the middle!" Elizabeth perkily responded, both King women totally clueless to the rolling eyes of the Robinsons who noted in disappointment you had weaseled your way back into the attention of Olivia.
Recalling the dozens of times you'd been plastered to some part of her own generously proportioned frame, Olivia went pale now imagining the disastrous state you could be in. After bolting to her bedroom to inspect the mattress, Olivia returned to the breakfast scene with nothing but worry on her face. "Ummm, Mom...could I borrow you for a minute?" she asked, already eyeing each of her mom's dangerous curves while biting her lip nervously.
"Ugghhh, but sweetie, I'm eating! Can't it wait??" Elizabeth groaned, still not even really aware what exactly was going on.
"No, Mom! Andrews probably stuck to you somewhere right now!" Olivia pleaded in earnest concern.
Gasping and blushing simultaneously, almost somewhat allured by the idea she had a tiny, little man stuck somewhere to her luscious body, Elizabeth promptly stood up, completely crushing you in the colliding embrace of her cheeks. "Goodness, I had no idea!"
"It-it's okay, Mom. You didn't know..." Olivia noted, already lifting up Elizabeth's t-shirt to peer at her massive, perky butt.
"Huh..." Olivia noted after a thorough search,
1. "Nothing...I guess he's not stuck to you after all. Sorry, Mom!" Olivia apologizes, relaxing a bit knowing you're not in some awful position currently trapped against her own mother...
2. "He could be stuck to your clothing; we're going to have to check that too!" Managing to find you in a nifty design shape, what are the next steps in somehow freeing you from the deep entanglements in one of Elizabeth's favorite underwear sets?
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March 28, 2025
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