This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
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Cool morning sunlight streamed through Patrick's open bedroom window. He stretched, climbed out of bed, and walked over to the window. Was this still a dream? He wasn't sure. Patrick opened the window and let the cold air blow in.
Clothes were so constricting. Patrick pulled off his pajama tops, bottoms, and underwear. He stood in the middle of his room, letting his new equipment hang free. The air felt so good on his naked body. He looked between his skinny legs at his soft monster and dangling balls. My goodness, he'd really put on a lot of mass down there. The rest of his body hadn't changed, just his gadgets. This had to be a dream. There's no way his little dick could really have grown like it had in such a short time. This was all a dream, he thought. He rubbed at his eyes.
The smell of bacon floated up from the kitchen below. Without thinking, Patrick walked to his door, opened it, and strode downstairs. In a dream, naked didn't matter.
Susy was busy at the sink when her son walked into the kitchen.
"Morning, Mom." Patrick moved over to a cabinet and pulled out a glass. Even in a dream, he was always so thirsty.
"Morning, sugar." Susy kept her eyes on the dish and sponge in her hands. The hem of her blue housedress swished around her calves as she vigorously scrubbed. That bacon smelled so good. She couldn't wait to eat breakfast. She'd woken up especially hungry this morning.
"Where's Dad?" Patrick stepped a few paces behind his mother, waiting to get some water from the sink. He admired her wide hips. Susy's round butt jiggled, just a bit, as she worked. The mom of his dreams was so full and curvy.
"He's in the living room, reading the paper." Susy put the dish in the rack next to the sink and grabbed a dishtowel. While drying her hands, she turned to properly greet her youngest. "I've got bacon going, you don't have much time before school. What are you ...?" Susy got a look at her son and the towel fell from her hands. Her mouth hung open. Her scrawny son stood before her, wearing only his thick-rimmed glasses. Her gaze fell down his body. She hadn't seen him naked in years. "Goodness, gracious, Pat." His penis was obscenely huge hanging between his pale legs. The monster swung a little back and forth as Patrick tapped his foot, waiting for his mom to leave the sink.
"Mom, can I get some water? I'm really thirsty." Patrick eyed his mom's massive boobs hiding inside her dress. He could stare, because this was all just a dream. After he'd taken them in, he looked up into her wide brown eyes and saw the shock registered there. That's when he realized he'd been parading around the house completely naked. This wasn't a dream. He dropped the glass to the linoleum floor and it hit with a loud thud. Thankfully it didn't break. He moved his hands over his dick to hide it from his mom. His real and angry mom. No dream.
"Is everything okay in there?" Fred called from the living room.
"Get upstairs and get dressed this instant." Susy whispered. "What if your father saw you?" Her jaw tightened and she pointed toward the stairs. "Everything's fine, dear." Susy shouted to the living room. "I just dropped a glass."
"Sorry, Mom. I just -" Patrick couldn't believe he'd done this in front of the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Go, now," Susy hissed. She watched her son turn and run out of the kitchen, hands covering his nethers the whole way. His alabaster butt looked so skinny and frail, naked as it was. He disappeared up the stairs and Susy shook her head. Boys were such odd ducks. Even at eighteen, Patrick was still surprising her. She turned back to the sink and began working on the next dish. She'd just forget about the whole thing.
As she tried to let her mind wander, the image of that large dangling penis kept creeping into her brain. Where had Patrick gotten it from? Certainly not his father.
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Axcix let out a hiss. The data on prolonged quasi-dream cycles was not good. The dominant species lived life too close to its dreams. Quasi-dreams had caused several of her potential mating pairs to step back from their congress. Very well, she would abandon the protocol for now.
It was not all bad news in her research. Axcix was pleased to note that several mating pairs had progressed to daily coupling. This would lead to conception. She had a few minor alterations that might make the process a richer field for her data.
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Roy sat at the kitchen table eating some Sugar Smacks. The cereal box stood next to his bowl and he eyed the clown illustration. It was creepy. Like really creepy. Someday people were going to realize that clowns were dreadful. He brought the spoon up to his mouth and munched on another bite of the cereal. But it did taste good. He scooted his chair in a little further so he'd spill less as he shoveled breakfast down his gullet. His pudgy belly pushed up against the edge of the table.
"I'm off to work, Roy. Where's your mother?" Nathaniel Ackerman walked into the kitchen with suit, hat, and tie perfectly adjusted. He regarded his son.
"Helping Annie with her hair, I think." Roy looked up at his dad. Maybe someday he'd cut the same trim, dashing figure as his father.
"Well, I'm off." Nathaniel walked over to the front hall and picked up his briefcase. "Tell her bye for me." With a nod, he walked down the hall, out the front door, and to his waiting automobile.
"Bye, Dad," Roy said to the empty space where his father had been.
Roy poured himself another bowl and ate in silence.
"Hello, sweat hog." Roy's sister Annie skipped through the kitchen and into the front hall. "How's your day?"
"You're gonna be early for the bus, Annie." Roy watched his sister prance by with that smug smile on her curved lips. She wore a poodle dress and tight blouse that showed off her budding titties. Their mother had braided her hair in pigtails.
"Remember, unlike some people around here, I have friends. Carla's picking me up with her wheels." Annie gave him a wink.
"I have friends." Roy's brow furrowed. "Why are you always such a bitch?"
"Now, Roy. Oh my, gosh." Their mother Amada walked into the kitchen, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders, her dark eyes fixed on Roy with the severity of a mother wronged by a good child. "Apologize to your sister at once."
"She started it." Roy looked up at his mom, she wasn't tall, but she was imposing when angry.
"Roy." Amanda put her hands on her hips. Her green dress didn't fit her quite right, it was bunched in the chest and the hips. She looked like a woman trying to wear girls' clothes.
Roy looked back at his sister and sighed.
Annie pouted, her bottom lip quivering as she looked at her twin brother. She was pretty, with even features and soft brown hair drawn into those pigtails. If she wasn't an evil sister, Roy might even have thought she looked like a nice young woman.
"I'm sorry." Roy didn't look sorry.
