Becky wants to talk. (An apology...and she migh...
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
falseident
As you entered the home that once appeared to be your grave, you view the house with the same trepidation though it is tinged with more uncertainty than dread. You're currently standing in Quinn's palm, fidgeting nervously.
"Hunter, please, I think things are going to be alright. I've been talking with mom since then and well...they've been pretty enlightening." Quinn flashes a genuine if nervous smile; she really seems to want this as much as Becky does. "I know she tried something incredibly wrong but...please just give her a chance. I think you'll be surprised."
As Quinn is talking to you, she has approached the door to ring the doorbell. Just before that, you hear heavy stomps rushing to the door and are startled by Becky's sudden opening of the door, leaving a stunned Quinn with her hand raised to the door bell.
"Uh, hi Hunter! Nice to see you. Hi Honey!" Becky flashes a brilliant smile before smoothing her sundress out. Speaking of her attire, Becky was wearing a brilliant baby blue sundress that seemed to perfectly accentuate everything about this blonde beauty. Every curve and contour emphasized how stacked Ms. Wallace truly was. In fact, Becky seemed to have put extra effort into her appearance as her makeup was simply stunning. Everything about her today was stunning.
...wasn't this supposed to be just a talk between enemies?
"H...hi Ms. Wallace. You look...stunning today." You turn away as your first thought was your first thing you say to her after days have passed since that incident and you feel an intense embarrassment at your own audacity.
"Yeah Mom, you look great today!" Quinn happily put in. Wait, shouldn't she be a bit...?
"Oh thank you Hunter, I just put a little makeup on today." Despite the modesty, you can see her face has flushed just a smidge brighter red. "Please you two, come in. Let's sit in the dining room and have a chat." Turning, you can't help but gawk at the ocean of flesh that is brought into frame for you. Becky's lower body is simply a thing of legend. Curiously, as Quinn follows, you feel that she has lowered you slightly and brought you closer. Much closer...you feel the heat radiating a bit from her immense buns. Quinn has her gaze locked forward and you feel it would be awkward to point out how close you ar-
"Here we ar-oh!" Becky had stopped suddenly leading Quinn to unceremoniously mash you straight into her mother's rear end. The fragrance of perfume and sweat is layered on you and you cannot help but sport an erection. "Ah, sorry Hunter!" Quinn hesitates a moment before pulling you from her Mother's cheeky embrace. Quinn pulls you up closer to her face as Becky turns around to face you two.
"Oh my~"
...Becky has noticed your tent, apparently. You quickly bend over and look down. "I'm s-sorry Ms. Wallace. It's just a normal reaction to being so close to such a lovely woman...shit." Your nervous rambling sends Becky into a first for you; a genuine laugh. "Please Hunter, call me Becky. It was an honest mistake and...it's very flattering."
...what the hell is going on here?
"Oh, okay...Becky." Beaming a smile, Becky turns around and gestures to a nearby table. "Please, have a seat you two while I go grab something."
Quinn sets you down on the neatly adorned dining table and takes a seat herself nearby. You wait for Becky to leave before gesturing for Quinn to come in close so you can say something quietly. Quinn smiles as she leans in to listen. "Quinn, what's wrong with your Mom? Isn't she...y'know, supposed to be revolted by me? Want to squish me, etcetera?"
"Well, she still might squish you but in a different manner of speaking." Quinn titters into her palm. "I was going to tell you but Mom wanted to better present herself in person. She has...changed a bit. When she woke up I explained everything to her; how you chose to help her, chose to not turn her in. She was shocked from the news, of course and honestly she was in a daze for a few days. After that, she began asking more questions about you. I told her everything she wanted to know; how you're an upstanding guy and all."
You blush from knowing that Quinn thinks you're a reliable good guy. "She also talked to me about...some of her past. As a gesture of respect for her, I can't tell you much about it. It involves my father and...just know I have no love for him in any way now. I understand her a bit better...and I want to help her get over her past."
"Well, Quinn that's...honestly that sounds great. I'm glad things are going better for you and her. But...what does that have to do with today's visit?"
"Oh, you'll see." Quinn gives you a wink before looking up towards the kitchen where Becky has returned with a plate of small cakes. "Sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy these, Hunter." Setting them down nearby, Becky quickly takes a seat...as close to you as possible. You feel this tall, statuesque woman looming over you...well, specifically her boobs. They shadow everything around you a bit too much...is she leaning in? "Please Hunter, have some cake. Desert can come later." Becky stifles a laugh...dammit she noticed you staring. "Ah, right! Of course! Oh man, is this lemon cake?" Blushing bright red, you quickly grab a chunk of nearby cake and stuff your mouth.
As a few moments pass, Becky eventually clears her throat. "Ah, so, I guess we should get to the matter of today's visit. Hunter...I'm so sorry for what I tried to do to you. Everything I've learned since waking up has convinced me that you're a really good guy. A great guy...a little angel." Becky's voice drops to a bit of a whisper so it was difficult to hear that last part but the first part was enough to help put you at ease. It really seemed like Becky wanted to make amends. "I truly regret what I did...I know this may be too much but...can you forgive me?"
Can forgiveness really be so easily given? Can you really allow this woman some peace?
...in the shadow of those Cliffs of Breast, you can't help but take Becky's words to heart. "Yes, Becky, I forgive you. You don't need to worry about the past with me. I'm an easy going kind of guy!" You flash a smile and thumbs up to what you once thought was a natural, mortal enemy. You hope, now, you can be friends.
Becky's mouth trembles a bit before she cries out and grabs you. You find yourself quickly pulled into a near bone shattering embrace with you pressed into her cheek as she quickly spits out "Oh thankyouthankyou, Hunter! I'm very happy to hear that!"
As you feel your cheek press against hers, you try your best to pat her cheek and say "You're welcome" but all that comes out is "Yrff wwwwcmf."
Quinn clears her throat and says "Mom, I think he gets the point...and he may be a bit flattened." Becky releases you and you notice she wipes a few tears away...before her eyes take on a slight...leer? There's a longing there now and you feel a bit startled. "Really, Hunter, thank you...but I'm not done yet with making it up to you. I'm sure you're not satisfied with just some cake when you can have desert?" She lowers her hand to her body as she stands up, giving you a full view of this incredible buxom woman.
...she was serious before?
"Welp, Hunter, I think I'm going to hit the hay. Mom, is it alright if I just take the guest room?" Quinn quips as she stands up and pushes her chair in.
"Wait, wha-"
"Of course dear, make yourself at home!" Becky gently pushes her daughter towards the stairs. Soon, you're left alone with Becky...who openly begins to slide her hands up and down the length of her dress, giving you a show. "So Hunter...would you like a taste? I have some delicious, plump cream puffs..."
She cups her breasts and lightly pushes them together, their combined weight nearly overpowering her dress's cleavage. Her nipples are threatening to break free. A mouth watering sight.
"Or...we can go a bit lower and let you have some deluxe cake..."
She lightly hops around, presenting her truly monumental rear before you. You feel utterly dwarfed by the expansive field of ass hanging over you. You feel like your eyes are about to roll out of your head.
"...or we can do whatever. you. desire. Hunter. I just want you to feel good." Becky leans forward and lightly presses her lips to your face. Shocked by the sudden pda, you stumble backward and clutch your own cheek before stating "Huh, wait, what? Is this all real?"
"It's all real, Hunter. I...may have a bit of a crush on you. First one I've had in decades; lucky you~. Now, go ahead and pick cutie. Or should I take charge? Would you like that~?"
Your mind in a tizzy, your mouth dry, you croak out...
"Hunter, please, I think things are going to be alright. I've been talking with mom since then and well...they've been pretty enlightening." Quinn flashes a genuine if nervous smile; she really seems to want this as much as Becky does. "I know she tried something incredibly wrong but...please just give her a chance. I think you'll be surprised."
As Quinn is talking to you, she has approached the door to ring the doorbell. Just before that, you hear heavy stomps rushing to the door and are startled by Becky's sudden opening of the door, leaving a stunned Quinn with her hand raised to the door bell.
"Uh, hi Hunter! Nice to see you. Hi Honey!" Becky flashes a brilliant smile before smoothing her sundress out. Speaking of her attire, Becky was wearing a brilliant baby blue sundress that seemed to perfectly accentuate everything about this blonde beauty. Every curve and contour emphasized how stacked Ms. Wallace truly was. In fact, Becky seemed to have put extra effort into her appearance as her makeup was simply stunning. Everything about her today was stunning.
...wasn't this supposed to be just a talk between enemies?
"H...hi Ms. Wallace. You look...stunning today." You turn away as your first thought was your first thing you say to her after days have passed since that incident and you feel an intense embarrassment at your own audacity.
"Yeah Mom, you look great today!" Quinn happily put in. Wait, shouldn't she be a bit...?
"Oh thank you Hunter, I just put a little makeup on today." Despite the modesty, you can see her face has flushed just a smidge brighter red. "Please you two, come in. Let's sit in the dining room and have a chat." Turning, you can't help but gawk at the ocean of flesh that is brought into frame for you. Becky's lower body is simply a thing of legend. Curiously, as Quinn follows, you feel that she has lowered you slightly and brought you closer. Much closer...you feel the heat radiating a bit from her immense buns. Quinn has her gaze locked forward and you feel it would be awkward to point out how close you ar-
"Here we ar-oh!" Becky had stopped suddenly leading Quinn to unceremoniously mash you straight into her mother's rear end. The fragrance of perfume and sweat is layered on you and you cannot help but sport an erection. "Ah, sorry Hunter!" Quinn hesitates a moment before pulling you from her Mother's cheeky embrace. Quinn pulls you up closer to her face as Becky turns around to face you two.
"Oh my~"
...Becky has noticed your tent, apparently. You quickly bend over and look down. "I'm s-sorry Ms. Wallace. It's just a normal reaction to being so close to such a lovely woman...shit." Your nervous rambling sends Becky into a first for you; a genuine laugh. "Please Hunter, call me Becky. It was an honest mistake and...it's very flattering."
...what the hell is going on here?
"Oh, okay...Becky." Beaming a smile, Becky turns around and gestures to a nearby table. "Please, have a seat you two while I go grab something."
Quinn sets you down on the neatly adorned dining table and takes a seat herself nearby. You wait for Becky to leave before gesturing for Quinn to come in close so you can say something quietly. Quinn smiles as she leans in to listen. "Quinn, what's wrong with your Mom? Isn't she...y'know, supposed to be revolted by me? Want to squish me, etcetera?"
"Well, she still might squish you but in a different manner of speaking." Quinn titters into her palm. "I was going to tell you but Mom wanted to better present herself in person. She has...changed a bit. When she woke up I explained everything to her; how you chose to help her, chose to not turn her in. She was shocked from the news, of course and honestly she was in a daze for a few days. After that, she began asking more questions about you. I told her everything she wanted to know; how you're an upstanding guy and all."
You blush from knowing that Quinn thinks you're a reliable good guy. "She also talked to me about...some of her past. As a gesture of respect for her, I can't tell you much about it. It involves my father and...just know I have no love for him in any way now. I understand her a bit better...and I want to help her get over her past."
"Well, Quinn that's...honestly that sounds great. I'm glad things are going better for you and her. But...what does that have to do with today's visit?"
"Oh, you'll see." Quinn gives you a wink before looking up towards the kitchen where Becky has returned with a plate of small cakes. "Sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy these, Hunter." Setting them down nearby, Becky quickly takes a seat...as close to you as possible. You feel this tall, statuesque woman looming over you...well, specifically her boobs. They shadow everything around you a bit too much...is she leaning in? "Please Hunter, have some cake. Desert can come later." Becky stifles a laugh...dammit she noticed you staring. "Ah, right! Of course! Oh man, is this lemon cake?" Blushing bright red, you quickly grab a chunk of nearby cake and stuff your mouth.
As a few moments pass, Becky eventually clears her throat. "Ah, so, I guess we should get to the matter of today's visit. Hunter...I'm so sorry for what I tried to do to you. Everything I've learned since waking up has convinced me that you're a really good guy. A great guy...a little angel." Becky's voice drops to a bit of a whisper so it was difficult to hear that last part but the first part was enough to help put you at ease. It really seemed like Becky wanted to make amends. "I truly regret what I did...I know this may be too much but...can you forgive me?"
Can forgiveness really be so easily given? Can you really allow this woman some peace?
...in the shadow of those Cliffs of Breast, you can't help but take Becky's words to heart. "Yes, Becky, I forgive you. You don't need to worry about the past with me. I'm an easy going kind of guy!" You flash a smile and thumbs up to what you once thought was a natural, mortal enemy. You hope, now, you can be friends.
Becky's mouth trembles a bit before she cries out and grabs you. You find yourself quickly pulled into a near bone shattering embrace with you pressed into her cheek as she quickly spits out "Oh thankyouthankyou, Hunter! I'm very happy to hear that!"
As you feel your cheek press against hers, you try your best to pat her cheek and say "You're welcome" but all that comes out is "Yrff wwwwcmf."
Quinn clears her throat and says "Mom, I think he gets the point...and he may be a bit flattened." Becky releases you and you notice she wipes a few tears away...before her eyes take on a slight...leer? There's a longing there now and you feel a bit startled. "Really, Hunter, thank you...but I'm not done yet with making it up to you. I'm sure you're not satisfied with just some cake when you can have desert?" She lowers her hand to her body as she stands up, giving you a full view of this incredible buxom woman.
...she was serious before?
"Welp, Hunter, I think I'm going to hit the hay. Mom, is it alright if I just take the guest room?" Quinn quips as she stands up and pushes her chair in.
"Wait, wha-"
"Of course dear, make yourself at home!" Becky gently pushes her daughter towards the stairs. Soon, you're left alone with Becky...who openly begins to slide her hands up and down the length of her dress, giving you a show. "So Hunter...would you like a taste? I have some delicious, plump cream puffs..."
She cups her breasts and lightly pushes them together, their combined weight nearly overpowering her dress's cleavage. Her nipples are threatening to break free. A mouth watering sight.
"Or...we can go a bit lower and let you have some deluxe cake..."
She lightly hops around, presenting her truly monumental rear before you. You feel utterly dwarfed by the expansive field of ass hanging over you. You feel like your eyes are about to roll out of your head.
"...or we can do whatever. you. desire. Hunter. I just want you to feel good." Becky leans forward and lightly presses her lips to your face. Shocked by the sudden pda, you stumble backward and clutch your own cheek before stating "Huh, wait, what? Is this all real?"
"It's all real, Hunter. I...may have a bit of a crush on you. First one I've had in decades; lucky you~. Now, go ahead and pick cutie. Or should I take charge? Would you like that~?"
Your mind in a tizzy, your mouth dry, you croak out...
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