***Chapter Three***
Regardless of the fact that their lives had just been completely upended, and there were many unanswered questions in this new and mysterious reality, they excitedly exited Paige's room and ran for the front door.
Upon opening up her heavy white solid wood bedroom door she felt a bit of relief seeing that at least they were still exceedingly well off noting that the wide and long stretching hallway, expensive hardwood floors and high quality furniture all supported her hypothesis that while it was still noticeably smaller than their old ocean front mansion, it was still a mansion none the less.
Paige tried to ignore the fact that she could feel every single inch of her body wildly jiggling and quaking with every laborious step.
But that didn't matter right now.
She ran for what she surmised was the main part of the spacious house as this place was new and unfamiliar to her.
Ran was a relative term but those worries were currently buried deep within the recesses of her mind...
She just wanted to see her dad again...
It had been such a long time since they had experienced a moment like this without any judgement or bias from the wicked witch of Orange County.
The missing puzzle piece to their happy little family.
"Daddy!!!" Paige squealed as she slowly ran down the long stretching hallway with her mom lagging far behind but doing her best to even waddle quickly.
Paige was already getting winded as she was finally reaching the end of the longer than she thought hallway, she could feel sweat already forming and traveling between and down her many rolls and folds.
Of course it bothered her that she used to run one hundred meters without breaking a sweat.
And jumped hurdles with ease when she was ten inches taller.
She doubted she could even jump a few inches in the air now considering her legs felt like they were constantly trudging through water...
And swung from the uneven bars with a style and grace unmatched, doing transitions and performing backflips like she was born to do it.
But she had been over a hundred pounds lighter back then...
As Paige rounded the corner into the massive living room with vaulted ceilings and floor to ceiling windows, she stifled a gasp as her eyes landed upon her dad.
A much more solid version of her dad with an extra sixty or seventy pounds... He had been remarkably thin when she had last saw him so it was strange to see him like this.
"Hey Peanut." He said with a smile.
Paige began sniffling as she ran the last ten feet of distance between them and jumped up into his arms, her dad nearly toppling over as he wrapped his arms around her thick torso and hers around his. Even though he looked different, he still smelled the same as he always had with hints of coffee and pipe tobacco. She honestly loved it...
A shocked expression spread across his face.
"I've missed you so much dad...". She said as she cried into his shoulder.
"What's gotten into you? We just saw each other last night...". He said with a warm smile.
"It just feels like it's been alot longer than that is all dad...". Paige sweetly replied.
"It's just that you're never up this early. Thought for sure you'd be sleeping for another couple hours with your late night gaming streams. But it's a nice surprise none the less sweetheart." Stephen chuckled as he held her tight and gently rocked her side to side.
"So I AM a gamer in this reality...". Paige thought to herself.
"So what's your viewer count up to now??" Stephen questioned.
"Oh erm... Well I'm honestly not sure..."
"So modest... You're always bragging about your subscriber count and sponsors... I still remember when you lost your mind once you hit one hundred thousand subscribers... Running around the house and shouting your achievement." Stephen chuckled.
Paige honestly couldn't imagine a life of just sitting in a computer chair with her eyes glued to a screen all day.
Paige just decided to go along with it. "Yeah... Well I'm starting to think that maybe I need to dial it back a bit on the gaming and maybe search out something more meaningful..."
"Really?? Like what??"
"Umm... I dunno... Maybe take up writing or some... (she almost let the word "shit" escape from her lips but she caught herself) thing... I've always wanted to write fantasy based stories like you..."
Paige saw her dad's eyes light up at what she had just said.
"Really?!? That's great news sweetie! Could it be that we may have a third writer in the family?!?" Her dad asked excitedly.
"Maybe...". Paige blushed.
"Well if you're serious about it, I could possibly pull some strings to get you into a good school. I have some friends in high places at Brown you know? My Alma Mater..."
It took every fiber of Paige's being to keep from squealing out in excitement at mentioning her dream college.
"That sounds great dad..."
"Well regardless, I hope you can get outside and see what this big beautiful world out there has to offer you sweetie. I'm completely fine that you have found a passion in gaming and I am proud of what you've accomplished, I just don't want you to miss out on any of it..."
"I know... I'll try daddy..."
"So why are you up so early anyways? It's barely past ten. Going to get in an extra stream or something?"
"I normally sleep in past ten??" Paige asked herself. The thought of sleeping the morning away sounded so strange to her.
Paige nervously flicked her hair out of her face. "Umm yeah I guess so??"
Stephen chortled with a snort. "Oh to be young again... Staying up late... Sleeping in... Working your own schedule, playing video games for a living and making a killing. I'm just happy you finally found something that makes you happy cupcake."
"Hmm... so I make money playing video games? I may be a bit older and fat now but it could be worse..."
"One thing though... Would it hurt to dress a bit more erm... conservatively for your streams?? I mean I know you got your wild streak from your mom's side of the family, and lord knows I love it when it comes to your mom, but the fact that strangers are watching my daughter in revealing outfits through their computer screen makes me feel a bit uneasy..."
Paige couldn't help but agree with her dad. The thought of some stranger lusting over her fat body kind of grossed her out.
"Yeah you're right daddy... I am kinda considering covering myself up a bit more. I'm tired of dressing like this...". She said speaking the honest truth.
A shocked expression spread across his face. "Really?? It's been a point of contention between us for as long as I can remember, especially whenever you'd be sent home early from school for violating the dress code..."
"Yeah... Well... I'm ready for a change... You're going to see a whole new Paige... One that doesn't feel like she has to show off her tits to get attention or extra subscribers..."
"Wait... Where the fuck did that come from??!" Paige internally asked herself. She had never once referred to her breasts in such a derogatory manner.
"Woah... Would you not call them... that?!?" Her dad visibly cringed.
Suddenly she saw a teenage boy coming down the stairs from the second floor who she'd never seen before.
"Oh would you stop harping on her dad? I mean at least she's not bearing it all! She's just giving her viewers some cupcake shots to up her viewer count. It's that old adage of sex sells! Y'know?"
"Ugh... if you could refrain from reminding me that people are ogling my daughter and YOUR sister, Casey... That'd be great..."
"Well we can't all have the gift of knowledge and intellect now, can we?" He said with a smirk.
"C-Casey??" Paige stuttered.
"In the flesh."
Paige studied him closely as he came into the room who looked to be in his late teens. She had a brother now?
He had won the genetics lottery somehow. Not only was he obviously vastly intelligent, but he stood at just over six feet tall, with an athletic build, short strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes all wrapped in a defined rectangle shaped face. He looked more like a teenage heartthrob in a gooey tv show than her kid brother.
Amelia finally caught up to the trio as her breathing was a bit labored. She too was looking curiously at Casey before Stephen approached her.
"Hey beautiful." Stephen smirked as he pulled her in for a passionate kiss while also sneakily squeezing one of her doughy asscheeks through the thin material of her dress.
Amelia melted in his arms as she felt jolts of pleasure traveling to her nether regions. Something she could never recall feeling before. She'd always enjoyed his touch, but this was a new and very exciting sensation that she'd never experienced before. It had been a long time since they'd been this passionate thanks to her mother. Or well... ex mother...
"Eww! Would you guys get a room?!" Casey chuckled as if he was used to seeing this kind of affection between his parents.
As their lips parted, Stephen's smile returned. "So what's for dinner? Whatever it is, it smells delicious!"
Amelia paused for a moment. "It's a surprise!" She said as she had no idea what the hell was cooking in the kitchen. But Stephen was right, whatever it was smelled absolutely divine.
"Hmm sexy and mysterious? How'd I get to be so lucky?"
"I'm the lucky one babe." Amelia smiled warmly.
"So you're obviously feeling better today...". Stephen smiled warmly.
"What do you mean honey? Was I sick or something?" Amelia asked curiously.
"Yeah... You couldn't keep anything down yesterday."
"Hmm... I wonder why...". Amelia said aloud.
"I have a few ideas as to what it could be...". Stephen said with a smile as he placed his hand lovingly on her spongy midsection.
Amelia froze as it suddenly dawned on her what Stephen had been suggesting.
"Well... I better get back to work. Erica really wants the final draft of my next installment of "Knights Of Eternal" but I'll see you guys around dinner time okay? If you need me, I'll be in my study."
"Okay Ryan is going to come over in a bit so we can study for an upcoming test for AP History." Casey responded.
Paige's heart immediately started to flutter when she heard her brother mention that name. She wondered if it could be the same Ryan that she knew so well...
"I'm proud that you're still working hard son, but maybe you should take this time to enjoy your last couple months before you head off to college...". Stephen responded.
"Didn't Paige do that enough for the both of us? Doesn't she STILL do that enough for the both of us??" Casey asked as he gazed over at Paige with a look of pure judgement. "Besides, you think Brown would be fine with me coasting through the last couple of months before graduation?"
"Let your sis do what she wants to do... She's still blazing her own trail and doing quite well might I add." Her dad saying it with pride.
"Just focus on your own future son but please have some fun along the way. You're always working so hard... You could probably stop showing up at school for the remainder of the year and I bet Brown would still welcome you with open arms... In fact, I bet they'd beg you Mr. Valedictorian." Stephen smiled.
Paige felt a bit of embarrassment along with sadness wash over her at the mention of Brown and her brother who had basically taken her place.
"Of course he got the looks and the brains...". Paige thought to herself. "What could've been...". Paige thought to herself. She knew she could apply herself and maybe get into Brown with her dad's strong pull, but even so, she earned it in her last reality and she loved to earn things on her own merit...
"Why don't you see if Ryan wants to stay for dinner! He's always a joy to have around." Stephen said with a smile while Amelia gave Paige a knowing look.
"Are you talking about Ryan Parker?" Paige asked.
Casey chuckled as he gave his sister a curious look. "Are you feeling alright sis? You know that's exactly who I'm talking about... He's over here all the time! I mean we've only been best friends since what, the fifth grade?...". His sentence dripping with sarcasm as he began to walk up the steps of the curved staircase. "If any of you need me, I'll be in my room."
Once they were sure the surrounding area was clear, Paige looked at her mom.
"Okay we gotta do some digging! We need to learn as much shit about this reality as humanly fucking possible!!" Paige said barely loud enough for her mom to hear not realizing and also not caring that she let a few obscenities escape her lips.
"I agree! How about we start in our own rooms, maybe look for photos, photo albums, documents, any shit we can find to get a better grip on our new lives!" Amelia suggested also completely missing the obscenity escape her lips.
Paige and Amelia split up and began to explore the depths of their new lives.
***AMELIA***
Amelia entered her and Stephen's master bedroom and began dissecting it. A king sized bed with solid oak nightstands on each side and a hope chest at the foot of the bed. The walls were bathed in a dusty green hue that was very similar to the color of her current outfit with a white ceiling and white matching trim. A massive window nook rested to the right that overlooked the sprawling synthetic wilderness of the backyard complete with an in ground pool and hot tub. There was even a backyard bar of sorts with a brick laid fireplace with benches all around.
"Well this certainly looks like a great place for entertaining...". Amelia said with a smile.
"Back to the task at hand...". She reminded herself as she noticed that she had gotten distracted by the big back yard.
"Well, looks like just another normal bedroom." She said with a sigh.
However as her eyes scanned the photos hanging on the walls is where she started noticing sizeable discrepancies.
First was an old sepia colored photo that must have been around the time when Stephen and her had first met. She surmised that she couldn't have been much older than sixteen in the photo and Stephen looked just as he had around senior year of high school. She could tell that it must have been at a house party or something as numerous red Dixie cups surrounded them with what appeared to be a beer pong table resting in the background and many other underage high schoolers filling the backdrop and foreground of the photo. A still plump, roughly one hundred and seventy pound Amelia in a low cut tank top and short denim shorts was on her tippy-toes as she had her head angled upwards, eyes closed and her lips puckered as Stephen was coming in from above.
"But I never went to any house parties...". She told herself.
Then her eyes traveled to the next picture hanging on the wall.
It appeared to be of Stephen and Amelia at the Senior Prom, or Stephen's Senior Prom to be more specific. He looked so much more mature than her, dressed in a classic tuxedo while Amelia had dressed in a red sequin cocktail dress with matching four inch heels that left very little to the imagination. She may have been plump but just looking at her rounded face and short stature, she looked every bit of sixteen.
The next photo on the wall sent shivers down her spine...
It was Stephen and Amelia standing before an officiant as they said their wedding vows. Not only was Amelia clearly well over two hundred pounds at the time with a few new larger tattoos (which could easily be seen in her rather revealing nude lace wedding dress), but she looked as if she was due to give birth at any given moment. Close behind the blushing bride was a very happy Rita who was in her early forties dressed in a bright sapphire blue strapless cocktail dress with a very happy Vincent hugging her from behind and a little girl who was roughly ten years old in a pink poofy dress that was more fitting for a fairytale than a wedding.
"So I got married at nineteen...Which means we've been married for over twenty years! But... Who is the little girl?" She asked herself.
Then her eyes traveled to the next to last photo on the wall stationed at a pumpkin patch which must have been three to four years after their wedding judging by how young Paige looked in the picture. She was sitting on Stephen's shoulders, her small legs dangling over with her hands resting on top of his head while Amelia was holding a small pumpkin right in front of her soft two tiered abdomen.
"This is so weird...". Amelia said placing her hand on her head.
She slowly waddled over to her nightstand and opened it up. Within seconds her eyes landed upon a bottle labeled "prenatal vitamins", a book with the title "Pregnancy After 40" and a few boxes of unopened pregnancy tests.
"Well looks like I want to have another baby and sounds like I may be well on my way...". She said aloud as she gently rubbed her belly. As she pondered the idea she was a bit surprised that she wasn't entirely against it.
She had thoroughly enjoyed being pregnant with Paige, and while she had considered having another child there were a few major things getting in the way of that dream. Her career and Janet who had used her usual scare tactics and threats to sway her decision, so Paige had grown up as an only child and Amelia's dreams of having a larger family had been dashed in a moment.
"That fucking bitch ruined everything in my life...". She said to herself. She closed the drawer of her nightstand and continued her investigation of the room.
She then set her eyes upon the hope chest at the foot of the bed, took a deep breath and opened it up.
"Jackpot!" She cheered as her eyes gazed over a collection of at least five photo albums. She grabbed the first one labeled "Harper & Co. Bakery" on the stack and excitedly opened it up.
She felt her heart melt as her eyes landed upon the first photo.
It was of Rita, Vincent, and a young roughly ten year old Amelia standing out front of a cute corner shop that was rustic looking with wood panels painted white with a bold "HARPER & CO. BAKERY" emblem painted up top with a small "est 1992" in black paint. A large red ribbon was tied out front of the doors. Cute cafe style tables and chairs were stationed outside all along the sidewalk on both sides of the glass paned walls. The photo was dated "April 9th, 1992" and labeled "Grand Opening".
Amelia noticed her mom... or Rita was looking more round than usual in the grand opening photo.
"Is she???..."
Her question was answered as she flipped to the next page which showed a heavily pregnant thirty year old Rita standing in the kitchen of the bakery while Amelia was helping her roll out some dough.
"I have a sister???...". Amelia questioned.
And in the next set of photos Amelia could see Rita holding a newborn and looking on with pride as Amelia took the reigns.
At the bottom of the photo was some handwriting: "Krystal (One month old) and Amy (Ten years old)"
"So my sister's name is Krystal and I go by Amy now?" She asked herself with an indifferent smile.
She made a mental note to call her sister up later in the day.
As she continued to look through the photo album, it was like she was watching her new life unfold right before her very eyes. It looked as if Amy spent as much time there as possible whenever she wasn't at school, helping her mom make baked goods.
She looked at a photo of a young thirteen year old Amy and a three year old Krystal standing next to her in the kitchen, both of their noses dotted with flour and a big toothy grin on both of their faces.
"This is it... My dream life that I've always wanted... I have the sister I've always wanted and what looks to be a successful family owned bakery". She said to herself.
She kept scrolling through the photos seeing that the business was most certainly growing and becoming more popular by the day.
A few years later they began to serve delicious looking breakfasts and it looked like the business was thriving judging by how busy the bakery/restaurant looked in the photo.
And then another photo when Amy was in her late teens... Rita, Vincent, Krystal, a heavily pregnant Amelia, and Stephen were all helping out at the bakery. Stephen was kissing Amelia's cheek as he was hugging her from behind, his hands lovingly placed on Amelia's pregnant belly.
Amelia's eyes were beginning to tear up.
"This is it... My dream life..."
She suddenly felt hands around her pulpy waist. She immediately knew who it was.
"God! You look so sexy today babe! I umm have a bit of writer's block... Would you help me clear it up?" He paused as he noticed his wife's tear filled eyes.
"Are you okay hun?"
"Yeah... just very happy and reminiscing. We have a perfect life don't we?"
Stephen smiled. "Indeed we do..."
"So about that writers block...". Amelia smirked with a small sniffle and a smirk.
Suddenly Amelia felt all of her troubles and worries melt away as Stephen leaned in and lovingly kissed her. She didn't need to be asked twice as she felt Stephen's hands beginning to undress her.
***PAIGE***
Paige was now in her room and she began to do a bit more exploring, starting with her walk in closet. It was just as she'd feared. It was practically overflowing with extremely racy attire. Everything was either low cut, sheer or way too daring to wear out in public. She even spotted some themed costumes like a sexy nurse, librarian, a very revealing cheerleader outfit...
"Jesus Christ! Does this Paige have any normal clothes to wear?!"
She suddenly spotted the large dresser hugging one wall and decided to do a bit more searching for something respectable. As she pulled the top drawer open she shook her head.
"G-strings... thongs... lace boy shorts... There were even a few pairs of crotchless panties. "Not one single fucking pair of normal panties! Does this girl have a perv for a boyfriend or something??"
Paige settled on the most standard pair of panties she could find which was a pair of ruby red boy shorts and a black laced bra. She began to strip out of her clothes noting with some disgust that she had currently been wearing an emerald green g-string and a matching bra.
"Adios!!" She said chucking them in a pile, along with the outfit she had been wearing leaving her in her new choices as she continued to dig through the rest of the dresser.
"This girl has absolutely no yoga pants, jeans or even respectable skirts or dresses to speak of..."
She was getting desperate until she opened up the bottom drawer of her dresser.
"Well this will just have to do...". She said looking at the articles of clothing in her hands.
She looked at herself in the mirror at the outfit she chose. She had picked out a simple black short sleeved top that gave just a peek at her cleavage along with a black frilly skirt that came roughly two inches short of her knees, and finished off her outfit with spiderweb laced stockings.
"Well that's a little bit of an improvement... but not much...". She made a mental note that she was going to have to make a trip to the mall to replace all of these less than respectable clothes.
Her eyes focused on some Polaroids that decorated the edge of the full body mirror of her and some other girls that looked very much like her in various states of undress, obvious drunkenness and even possibly under the influence of something a bit heavier. As her eyes traveled from one photo to the next, it looked as if she had been partying hard for years, even as young as fifteen or sixteen by her estimates. A fair amount of photos with a slightly older woman in her mid to late twenties who had a strong resemblance to her and her mom. She was a near carbon copy of herself in size and appearance with dyed hair, heavy makeup, excess piercings, tattoos and dressed almost as daring.
"Who the hell is that?!" Paige asked aloud.
She already knew that her academic career was probably laughable at best, but a terrifying thought entered her mind.
"Did I even graduate from high school?"
She kept walking around the room taking in any photos she could. She breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw her and some of the same girls from the earlier photos all decked out in blue caps and gowns holding diplomas.
"Oh thank fuck for that..."
But then her eyes landed upon another photo that warmed her heart. It was of her, her mother, Rita and that same mystery girl standing in what looked like a large industrial type kitchen. The three of them dusted in a fair amount of flour and laughing at one another.
"Well at least things are good there... But who the fuck is that girl??"
She felt a bit of relief when she didn't see any photos of her being romantic with anyone. There was only one guy she had her eyes on and she'd do anything in her power to win him back.
"Well so far it doesn't seem too bad... But now to explore the rest of my room..."
Her eyes focused on her gaming computer.
"I bet I have some photos on there that will tell me more about this life!"
She slid into her soft cushioned gaming chair noting that the padded armrests were crowding her wide hips so she had to shimmy herself in. "Hey... This is more comfortable than it looks!" Her eyes then spotted a few buttons built into one of the armrests.
"Hmm I wonder what these do..."
She pressed the first one and felt a refreshing breeze of air coming up through the perforated leather under her thighs, ass and back.
"Wow... That feels really nice..."
She pressed the second button and immediately felt massagers and vibrations going to town on her body.
"Mmm god damn... no wonder this Paige loves to game so much... This has got to be the most comfortable chair I've ever sat in!" She moaned out loud to herself.
She sat there for a few moments as she zoned out and enjoyed the sensations. It was even beginning to feel pleasurable.
"Okay okay, get a grip Paige... Get your mind right... Let's see what I have hiding on this machine here...".
As the screen illuminated to life, she was treated to the Lock Screen with a scantily clad Paige in the background sucking on a lollipop.
"Oh Jesus Christ... Well at least I'm still smart enough to keep my computer password protected but what is the damn password??..."
She rotated around in her chair as her eyes scanned the room trying to find any hints as to what it could be...
She came up blank...
She gave up on logging into the computer for now.
But an idea suddenly popped into her head...
"My phone!!! Of course!! Why the hell did I not think about that sooner?!?"
She immediately pulled it out and held her face up to the screen, seeing the screen open up in a split second.
She saw all of the normal apps downloaded onto it; Facebook, TikTok, Instagram, Twitch...
She first opened up Facebook and saw posts from people she'd never met.
"Hmm... Well at least it seems like I have a lot of friends..."
She pulled up her profile and gasped.
The first thing that caught her attention was her cover photo... She was looking seductively at the camera in a blissful stupor as she was biting plump her lower lip with her pale stretch marked tits practically pouring from a low cut tank top.
Her eyes began scanning the info on her page...
***Paige Havoc
54k followers
Official Page
Content creator~gamer~Cosplayer
"Hmm... So I have quite a following...". She said to herself.
She exited out of Facebook and opened up her TikTok expecting a bunch of stupid clips of herself doing pointless things but as her eyes landed upon her collection of videos, things were becoming quite obvious.
She loved to show off her porcine body in very risqué themed outfits. She noticed that she posted a lot of videos with that same mystery girl who was roughly ten years older than her. They were both dressed in matching fire engine red thong bikinis and completely see through mesh skirts, mashing their fat asses together.
Paige looked at the caption on the video as they were suggestively caressing one another.
"Not all aunts are lame! 
" with the tag "@Kinky_Krystal"
"The fuck?! I have an aunt that is a slut too?! This family is so fucked up!"
She continued to explore her page worried at what else she might see.
"Thick thighs and pretty eyes"
linktr.ee/PaigeHavoc
Her pudgy index finger nervously hovered over the link and she pressed it.
She nearly dropped the phone at what opened up...
It brought her directly to her OnlyFans page that she charged fifteen dollars a month for. She read the description of her page...
***Full time streamer by day, professional big booty ethot by night.
-4'11" true blue short stack!***
She saw that she was pulling in almost fifteen thousand dollars a month...
HERES WHAT YOU’ll FIND INSIDE
• FULL LENGTH G/G VIDEOS (some including the ever sexy Krystal! )
• FULL LENGTH B/G VIDEOS
• FULL LENGTH SOLO VIDEOS
• MUKBANGS
• NUDE CLIPS
• NUDE PHOTOS
• PERSONALIZED DMS FROM ME
• CUSTOM REQUESTS
ASK ME ABOUT:
• FEEDEE/ FAT FETISH CONTENT
• SEXTING
• DICK RATINGS
• PANTIES FOR SALE
• FEEDING ME
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!"
She dropped her phone and felt like she was going to start hyperventilating or throw up. She stumbled to her bed and collapsed onto it, hearing it slightly creak beneath her girth.
"Holy fuck, this girl is a legitimate slut... I'M a legitimate slut...". She sighed.
She laid there trying to process everything and what her life had become. But her curiosity was still eating away at her as her eyes landed upon her night stand.
Upon opening up the top drawer, she was treated to the usual items but with a few interesting ones mixed in.
"Strawberry warming body massage oils and lubricant? What a shocker..." She stated flatly to herself seeing that the bottle was halfway gone. She popped the top of the bottle and inhaled the sweet scent immediately feeling little surges of pleasure causing her pierced nipples to immediately become erect.
A weird thought began to enter her mind of maybe having a bit of intimate fun with herself. She found her fingers slowly slinking beneath the sheer black fabric of her skirt.
"Wait... focus Paige!!" She said pulling her fingers away as she continued to explore.
The next item her eyes landed upon made her skin crawl.
She picked up a half used box of condoms. "Condoms... What a surprise..."
But then her eyes landed upon something that made her freeze on the spot. A few boxes of unopened pregnancy tests...
"Jesus! Does this Paige fuck twenty-four-seven?!?"
As she finished searching through the top drawer of her nightstand, she apprehensively opened the bottom one and honestly wasn't all too surprised at what she found...
There laying in the drawer's depths were toys upon toys upon toys...
Dildos, vibrators of various shapes and sizes, double ended dildos, butt plugs and even a strap on...
Try as she might though, she couldn't quite help but be slightly curious about them. Especially when her fingers grazed a large pink vibrator.
Suddenly a mischievous thought entered her head as she grabbed it, laid on her bed and spread her thick thighs wide...
***AMELIA***
"Oh fuck yeah baby!!! Fuck my pussy hard!!" Amelia grunted and groaned as Stephen thrusted into her from behind.
Amelia couldn't make sense of it in her sex drenched mind. In her previous life, sex had never felt this good before even at her and Stephen's best.
She felt Stephen smack her ass hard and it only made her want him more. She could feel her thighs quaking, her ass shaking, her belly and tits swaying and grazing the bedspread beneath her.
"Mmmphhh... Ohhhh I'm about to cum!!!" Amelia moaned aloud.
"Oh yeah Amy!! Cum for me!!" Stephen cried out between thrusts.
Before long, she could feel her lover tensing as he pulled her in as tightly as he could as he filled her insides with a torrent of hot seed.
Without thinking, Amelia slowly rolled over, put her menstrual cup in to trap all of the semen inside her and stuck her legs up into the air to increase the chances of pregnancy. Stephen quickly laid down and snuggled up next to her.
"I think that could be the one sweetie...". Stephen cooed as he gently rubbed at her adipose inflated belly.
Amy smiled as she kissed Stephen lovingly.
"Or of course the countless times we've made love in the last couple of weeks could've done it too. I've honestly lost count. Are you still feeling nauseous??" Stephen asked.
Amy paused for a moment as she got her bearings for how she was feeling. Her stomach did feel a bit unsteady...
"Maybe a little bit...". She said with a gentle smirk.
"Have you taken a pregnancy test yet?"
"Not yet, but I will after this." Amy said with a hopeful smile.
"I love you Amy...". Stephen said with a warm smile.
"I love you too Stephen." She cooed as she placed a pudgy hand on the side of his face.
"Well I should probably get started on my book. See you at dinner?" Stephen smiled.
"Yeah of course!"
"Okay see you then! Please let me know what the test says as soon as you find out!" He said with excitement as he kissed her passionately.
"Will do sweetie." She purred.
She could get used to this...
After laying on her back for fifteen minutes, she slowly rocked herself up to a seated position, grabbed a pregnancy test and waddled to the attached bathroom. She pulled the stick out, slowly rested herself onto the toilet and relieved herself onto the stick. She nervously waited a few minutes as she stared at the test, but before long the results began to show.
"Holy shit...". She gasped before remembering something else. "
Oh Jesus! I need to check on dinner!" She gasped as she threw on some clothes and made her way downstairs.
***PAIGE***
"Mmmmpphh... Oh fuck yeah Ryan... You know just how I like it..."
She continued to piston the pink synthetic member in and out of her sopping wet pierced snatch, enjoying every second of it, imagining that it was Ryan who was having his way with her.
Sure she had enjoyed the occasional bout of pleasuring herself in her old life, but this was something else entirely. It's like bolts of pure ecstasy were shooting through her nerve endings. Her whole body undulating in pleasure.
How she wished it were the real thing...
After a few more minutes she came hard with a loud moan and a satisfied "Holy Shit", the thoughts and worries of being an adult content creator sinking into the deep recesses of her mind.
As her mind cleared she knew the next order of business would be to win Ryan back. She cleaned herself up, absentmindedly licking the juices from her fingers, enjoying the taste and straightened up her outfit as she made her way out to the main part of the house to find her mom.
She heard some movement coming from the kitchen and decided to investigate. As she entered the sprawling expanse of stainless steel, granite and dark natural woods, she saw her mom pull a perfectly cooked Beef Wellington from the oven.
Paige couldn't help but giggle as she watched her mom dancing, swaying her gargantuan hips side to side and humming as she placed it next to perfectly made garlic mashed potatoes, home made biscuits and roasted carrots.
It was so nice to see her mom so incredibly happy.
"Wow mom! This all looks phenomenal!"
"Thanks sweetie!" Amelia looked around to make sure nobody was nearby. "So... I learned some things about this life...". She smiled.
Paige sighed as she thought about how far she'd fallen, but could feel a warm and very pleasurable tingling buried deep in her nether regions as she was still coming down from her most recent session in the bedroom.
"So did I... You go first...". Paige said trying to think of how she was going to break it to her mom that she was a low rent porn star.
"So... First off... I no longer go by Amelia but Amy. Secondly, we own and run a bakery... I've also learned that I now have a sister named..."
"Krystal... Yeah I know... My aunt...". Paige said with a sigh.
"Oh okay well that isn't the biggest shock though..."
"It's not?! What else could be bigger than that?!"
"Well... I'm pregnant!!!" Amy gushed.
"Holy shit!! Thats crazy mom!! How do you feel about it??"
"Well it was a lot to take in at first, but the more I think about it, the more excited I'm getting about it! You could have another brother or sister! Isn't that great?!?"
"Are you serious mom?? You're not at all worried about it? You don't sound like yourself..."
"Well... I always wanted you to have a brother or a sister, but thanks to my old career and "she who will not be named" threatening me, I never got to see that dream come true..."
"That bitch...". Paige groaned angrily.
"Yeah she is... So now tell me, what'd you learn?"
Paige took a deep breath. "Well for starters... I am a very successful video game streamer, I'm single as far as I can tell and I have a few close friends I think, but I'm also a bit of a partier... And it seems like I have a pretty close relationship with your sister, my aunt..."
She didn't want to tell her just how close of a relationship they had... She wanted to go into more detail, but she didn't want to break her mom's heart.
"Well I guess that doesn't sound too bad...". Amy shrugged.
"Yeah...". Paige said biting her lower lip. She was just going to have to keep her adult activities a secret for now.
"Well how about we get ready for dinner pumpkin? I know a certain someone will be here any minute." Amy gushed.
"That's right... Ryan is joining us for dinner...". Paige said as she began to formulate a plan to win him back, but an incoming text message temporarily delayed her thoughts.
A text from her aunt Krystal.
"There's a rager tonight at the Porter mansion. You in?? "
Paige thought long and hard about it. She had no idea what to say, so she left the text unanswered for the time being.
