[Pre-story]Hey there! Remember me? It's been a while! Some things have changed! Honestly, there's entirely too much to go over in a paragraph, and some of you have already heard all this, so here's a link to a brief summary, if you're interested. There's two things I want to make sure y'all know, though- Number one: I'm back! I'm gonna be writing smut again, and I've started taking commissions! Number two: I'm a girl now! I'm Squi(she) now, and go by she/her pronouns! Don't worry, you can still call me Squish, or Admiral Squish, or Squishy, or whatever.
There's some formatting stuff in this chapter that didn't translate all that great- you can read the original doc for a smoother reading experience.
I actually commissioned a character sheet of Vicky Hyde! Keep an eye out, there might be more art coming!
I also have a discord if you wanna come hang out and talk about smut!
And finally, as always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy! [/pre-story]
Mommy's HOME: Chapter 1
~~~September 12th, 2018~~~
Yuri Miyashita found herself pacing back and forth in the living room, alternating between glancing out the window and glancing at her phone. Her phone pinged again and again, and each time, she hastily brought it up, only to see out it was just another reply on one of her MyBook groups and lower it to her side once more. As her gaze turned out the window, searching, she couldn’t help but notice the leaves on the enormous red maple in the middle of the long, horseshoe-shaped driveway were starting to turn, turning from deep purple to brilliant red. She sighed, mentally noting the raking that would soon come- until another notification sounded and she raised the phone again.
“Mom~!” Kyoko Miyashita chided with a playful, slightly exasperated sigh as her mother checked her phone for the thousandth time. “Relax! She’s only like twenty minutes late.” She reminded her mother, leaning one shoulder against the arch between the living room and the dining room. “It probably just took her a little while to claim her luggage, you don't have to worry so much.” She suggested with a shrug, before crossing her arms under her breasts- which was enough to almost make them disappear. Kyoko looked much like her mother had, some twenty years prior, when she had also been a petite teenage girl- she had a slender frame, a tiny waist, and narrow shoulders. Her skin was flawless, pale and soft, with a cute, narrow face that came down to a pointed chin and a little button nose. Her long, silky black hair was tied up in a ponytail with a pastel pink ribbon, leaving only a few locks loose to perfectly frame her face. The biggest difference was, while Yuri had never been particularly small in the chest, Kyoko was… extraordinarily gifted, with enormous, full, firm breasts, far too large for a single hand to cup, like twin melons. Nearly the size of her head, her monumental mounds only looked more enormous on her narrow chest. Even the relatively modest peach-pink dress she wore could do little to hide them, the lace trim around the neckline only serving to further accentuate the deep valley of cleavage they formed, almost threatening to spill out over the top as they strained against the material.
Yuri paused in her pacing and gave her daughter a sheepish smile. “I guess I’m just a bit nervous.” She confessed, shaking her head. Almost as if on cue, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye, and snapped her head to look, catching sight of the yellow bumper of a taxi coming up the street. “Oh! There she is!” She exclaimed, then turned on her heel and started toward the foyer. “Come on, let’s go greet her properly!” She urged, gesturing for Kyoko to follow. “You too, Masao!” She added.
Masao Miyashita looked up from his phone with confused sound, glancing between his mother, older sister, and the window, where the taxi was turning into the driveway, before muttering a quiet “Oh!” and pushing himself up from the armchair he sat in, rising to his feet and following them to the foyer. Being told to ‘dress nicely’, he’d opted for a simple dark blue polo shirt tucked into black slacks. He was an inch or two shorter than his older sister, though only a year and a half younger. He had smooth, fair skin, black hair that was trimmed short and lightly tousled, and an oval face with soft features and large, soulful brown eyes, which were usually hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses. On his looks alone, he might have been popular with the girls, in a pretty boy way, if it weren’t for his seemingly unchangeable expression of bland disinterest, or his stoic silence.
As the family gathered in the spacious, stone-tiled foyer, Yuri took a moment to look herself over in the mirror, raising a hand to brush a lock of silky black hair back into place. Her hair was styled in a simple jaw-length bob cut, parted on one side. A simple style, one she found easy enough to maintain while juggling the many responsibilities of the household. Between cleaning, cooking, laundry, groceries, managing her accounts, PTA meetings, therapy, yoga, driving the kids around to club activities and friends’ houses (well, driving Kyoko to her friends’ houses, at least), it felt like she was always busy.
When Yuri looked in the mirror, she saw nothing more than a fat old woman looking back- an image twisted by her mind like the reflection in a carnival mirror, despite her therapist’s best efforts. True, she had gained a good deal of weight since having children, but though her thrice-weekly yoga classes hadn’t helped her lose much of it, they had sculpted and shaped her body into a work of art, an icon of feminine fertility. She could not see the supple hourglass curve of her figure. The way her incredible breasts, even larger than her daughter’s prodigious bust, and far softer, filled her cream-colored sweater like a pair of ripe melons, each the size of her head. The way her waist tapered in sharply, leaving just the right amount of softness around her waist, before flaring out again over her broad hips. The way her gray skirt pulled tight around those round hips, and the glorious twin globes of an ass that practically begged to be worshipped; round and soft, thick and firm, juicy and meaty, all at once. The sculpted taper of her thick, soft, smooth thighs, wrapped in sheer black stockings as they emerged from the narrow hem of her skirt, just above her knees, sharply narrowing down into shapely calves and delicate feet. While she was rapidly approaching forty, she certainly didn’t show it- her skin was still fair and soft, with only faint hints of crow’s feet around her eyes that could easily be concealed by her usual makeup.
Alas, Yuri simply could not see the beauty in her reflection, and pursed her full, pink-painted lips in frustration as she looked upon it. It didn’t matter what anyone said- the envious whispers of the other PTA moms were transformed to mockery in her ears, the sincere praise of her friends turned to kind lies aimed to spare her feelings, the lustful comments of young men were simple depravity, not praise. Suddenly, the doorbell rang out, and she jolted in surprise, tearing her scornful gaze away from the mirror. Her heart was pounding as she hurried toward the door, hastily unlocking the deadbolt and chain before before turning the handle and pulling the door open a crack, only to freeze as she saw the figure waiting on the other side.
For a moment, Yuri thought she was seeing things. The figure looming on her porch was so far outside her expectations, she froze like a deer in headlights as she struggled to reconcile them with reality. The figure was a woman, that much she could tell by the hourglass shape of her figure, but she was HUGE, in every way Yuri could imagine. She towered over Yuri, tall enough that her head might scrape the doorframe, powerful shoulders, and under every inch of her fair skin, there were layers upon layers of thick, corded muscles- Yuri had never seen a man with arms like that, let alone a woman! But she was clearly a woman- twin globes, each the size of her head, rode high and firm on her chest and strained against her top. She wore an undersized, cropped black leather jacket that looked like it had had its sleeves torn off, the lapels and shoulders densely studded with blunt stainless steel studs. The front was held together by a single steel button, which looked like it was moments from flying off, struggling under the pressure it contained- which would be particularly disastrous because the ‘shirt’ she wore under it was essentially a crop top made of fishnet, offering no modesty whatsoever. The jacket was so short it did nothing to hide the six-pack- no; the eight-pack of rippling abs on her stomach, nor the deep, sculpted crevices between them.
A wide black leather belt with criss-crossing straps and gleaming stainless steel fasteners held up a pair of tight black pants that bore an odd trait- the zipper was exposed, and it ran all the way from her belt down the inside of one thigh, almost to the knee. For a moment, Yuri thought she saw something stretching the material under that zipper, but she dismissed it amid the struggle to comprehend the rest of this towering figure before her. Black leather straps wrapped and criss-crossed over the other thigh, forming the shape of a six-pointed star just above her knee, the elaborate straps connected to her belt by a half dozen stainless steel chains. She wore enormous black leather boots, towering platforms that made her even taller, fastened with a dozen or so buckles running up her shins and studded with blunt stainless steel spikes in several places. They matched her black elbow-length fingerless gloves- which looked more like gauntlets, with sturdy leather attached over her forearm and extending over the back of her palms. The leather part was studded with rows and rows of short, blunt, stainless steel spikes- they looked like weapons more than fashion accessories!
Yuri’s eyes continued to move back up the stranger's body. She noted a black leather choker around her neck, a single strap that had both ends fastened to a steel buckle in the shape of a heart positioned over her throat. Her black lipstick matched her black nail polish, as well as the smoky, dark eyeshadow. Her eyes were shockingly bright blue, and seemed even brighter framed by her dark makeup. She had an incredibly long, wild, wavy hair that cascaded down to the small of her back- it was more like a mane than a hairstyle! It was also intensely blue- a dark, almost navy blue near the roots that didn’t fade so much as it brightened as it went, ending at a vibrant electric blue at the tips.
Yuri could only stare in wide-eyed shock for a moment, before the stranger turned to meet her gaze and gave a wide, toothy grin. For a moment, Yuri would have sworn the woman’s eyes flashed, glowing with blue light for a moment- with the light behind her and her wild mane of unnaturally blue hair she looked like some sort of monster, an oni! Yuri squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, trying to clear away the vision, but when she opened them again, the woman still stood there, looming on her porch… but at least her eyes looked normal again.
Silence hung in the air, until Yuri finally spoke. “...Can I… help you?” She asked, with a strained politeness as she defensively narrowed the gap between door and frame slightly.
The woman continued to grin, seemingly unbothered. “It's me! Vicky!” she announced, loudly and proudly, jamming a thumb into her chest just above her cleavage “Sorry I’m a little late, I got held up with a…” She trailed off for a moment, her grin turning into a wry smirk. “...package inspection.”
Did she mean ‘baggage’, Yuri wondered, then quickly shook her head, dismissing the thought. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know any ‘Vicky’… ” She muttered, hastily starting to close the door again.
Vicky’s smile faltered a moment, a look of confusion moving across her brow, only to vanish as she seemed to put it together and smacked a hand to her forehead. “OH! I never changed it on MyBook! Ha!” She gave a single loud, barking laugh, before straightening up and putting one foot in front of the other, clearing her throat, and giving a mock bow and curtsy- revealing her truly spectacular cleavage in the process. “Good afternon, Ma'am. Olivia Victoria Cummins-Hyde, at your service.” She spoke in a soft, gentle voice with a posh accent, before discarding the affectation and standing up straight, grinning once more. “I go by Victoria Hyde nowadays. Or Vicky Hyde, for short.” She explained, once again returning to her regular voice… and volume.
Yuri’s jaw hung open slightly in shock. Of course, she’d looked over Olivia’s profile extensively before inviting her, but it might as well have belonged to an entirely different person! ‘Olivia’ seemed to be a modest, feminine young woman from a nice family- while ‘Vicky’ on the other hand was a tower of muscles who looked like… like some sort of criminal!
Vicky cleared her throat, and Yuri realized she’d been silent for a long moment. “It’s a real nice place you got here! I’m lookin’ forward to settling in!” Vicki mused aloud with a chuckle.
Yuri balked, having almost forgotten in the confusion. This giant? This… ruffian, in her home? Under the same roof as her sweet, innocent children? No, she couldn’t allow this… but if she truly was Ophelia, then she’d flown across the country to come here… Yuri’s eyes finally took note of the duffel bag hanging from Vicky’s hand and the rolling suitcase standing behind her. Was that all she'd brought? She couldn’t just leave her homeless and stranded… but no, she couldn’t let…
“Come on, Mom, what’s the hold up?” Kyoko asked, approaching the door, ignorant of the oni looming on the other side of it. She reached out, grabbed the edge of the door and pulled- and Yuri was too shocked to stop it from swinging wide open. “Please, come…” Kyoko began, trailing off as her cheerful expression faltered and the stranger came into view, her eyes following a similar journey as her mother’s. “…inside…” Kyoko finished, swallowing nervously.
Vicky gave another broad, toothy grin, gripping the handle of her rolling suitcase. “Thanks!” She offered in gratitude as she quickly pushed into the house, ducking the doorframe slightly as she did, her enormous presence causing Kyoko to take a few steps back to make room. Yuri looked on in speechless horror as the blue-haired stranger invaded her home- she couldn't help but notice the look on Kyoko’s face had shifted from shock to something like… awe? And when she glanced over to Masao, she saw he was looking up at her wide-eyed- which was more emotion than she’d seen on his face in months!
“So! You must be Mrs. Miyashita!” Vicki’s voice boomed as she suddenly strode up to Yuri, closing the distance in a single step to tower over her, extending a hand to shake.
Yuri didn’t even realize she was already extending her own hand out of pure reflex, at first- such social niceties were almost second nature to her now, though she was still caught off guard by the suddenness of the greeting. “Um… Yes… Yes! I’m Yuri Miyashita. Miss Miyashita. It’s a… pleasure to meet you, Miss… Hyde?”
Vicky gave another loud, barking, boisterous laugh as she took Yuri’s hand in hers and gave it a vigorous shake. “Ha! ‘Miss Hyde’! Just call me Vicky!” she replied. “The pleasure’s all mine! It’s nice to finally meetcha face-to-face! Your profile picture hardly does you justice!” she added, flashing her a flirtatious grin.
Yuri felt her cheeks grow slightly warmer as Vicky released her grip, her heart beating faster in her chest. She relaxed, slightly, the familiarity of social ritual was reassuring to her amid the confusion. “Ah, yes, and these are my children!” Yuri continued, following the unwritten script as she gestured at her children “My eldest daughter, Kyoko; and my son, Masao.”
Vicky approached each in turn, grabbing their hands and shaking them vigorously with a toothy grin. “Real pleased to meetcha!” She said, before letting go of their hands and taking a step back again. As she looked over the family, eyes roaming up and down each of them in turn, Yuri couldn't help but feel she was seeing the smile of a fox in a henhouse. But then, slowly, her grin softened, turning into more of a gentle smile before she spoke again. “I really do appreciate y’all lettin’ me into your home like this. I guess I’m not exactly… what y’all were expecting.” She spoke again, her voice a little quieter, with an almost apologetic tone to it as she glanced in Yuri’s direction before looking over the family again. “I just don’t wanna get off on the wrong foot here, y’know? I might just be rentin’ a room in your basement, but I’d really like to get along with y’all properly.”
Yuri found herself smiling softly. Perhaps she’d misjudged this young woman.
Vicky looked thoughtful for a moment, then her face split into a grin once more. “Hey, I got an idea! How ‘bout I take y’all out for dinner somewhere? Y’know, to celebrate! Give us all a chance to get to know each other right! I mean, nothin’ too fancy, just a little thank-you from me. How’s that sound?” she asked, looking at Yuri.
Yuri blinked, surprised. Dinner? She still wasn’t really sure if she should let Vicky stay, let alone take them out to dinner! Yuri knew she wouldn’t have the heart to kick her out after she paid for a whole meal… She bit her lip, looking hesitant. “I- I don’t know, this is rather sudden…” She muttered, nervously. Vicky was still grinning, hopeful, expectant…
“Oh, come on, please, Mom?” Kyoko pleaded, fixing her mother with a pleading look. Masao fell into position beside her, joining in. “It’s been forever since we last went out for dinner somewhere fun!” Kyoko added.
Yuri looked to her children, then back at the towering, muscle-bound woman standing in her foyer. Perhaps… Perhaps she should not have judged her so harshly based on looks alone. She seemed perfectly nice when they were talking online. She was a little rough around the edges, perhaps a bit crude, but she seemed like a decent girl… She took a deep breath. “Oh… all right!” Yuri sighed, visibly relaxing as she surrendered, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The others all grinned in celebration. Yuri held up a finger, her expression serious once more. “But we’re going somewhere nice!” She insisted.
~~~October 9th, 2018~~~
Yuri slowly and methodically descended the stairs to the first floor, a soft grunt of strain accompanying each step as she hefted the laundry basket piled high with dirty clothes she had braced against one hip. How did a teenage girl make this many dirty clothes in a week, she grumbled internally, shaking her head. She took another step, one hand on the railing, the other on the laundry, her wide, round hips giving an exaggerated roll, as one of her flip-flops and then the other settled onto the next step down.
Yuri was dressed casually- casual by her standards, at least- in jeans and a sweater, a modest outfit to cover the body she could only see as ‘fat’. But even her best attempts at simple modesty were undone by the raw sexuality of her curvy, mature body. Her light blue denim ‘mom jeans’ were getting a bit snug these days- the material strained tight around her thick thighs, wide, rounded hips, and juicy ass, the waist cinched tight with a belt. Her knitted sweater was clearly not designed with such spectacular endowments in mind, the vertical lines of the knitting pattern warped and stretched apart by the overwhelming magnitude of her breasts as they bounced and swayed with every step down the stairs.
As she reached the bottom step, she let out a sigh of relief, leaving her hand on the railing a moment as she readied herself for the last leg of the journey to the laundry room.
“Let me help you with that.” Vicky’s rich voice suddenly spoke from behind Yuri, and she jumped, spinning around in surprise with a gasp. The laundry basket on her hip threw off her balance, and she felt her flip-flop slip out from under her as she turned, the world tilting to the side as she began to topple over, eyes going wide in panic, then immediately squeezing shut as she braced herself for impact.
Yuri heard a loud “Woah!” from Vicky, felt something warm and firm pressing into her chest, and the falling stopped. She opened her eyes, blinking, and realized it was Vicky’s arm- the towering amazon was holding her up with one powerful, muscular limb, Yuri’s breasts squeezing around it under her weight.
“Whew! That was close! Didn’t mean to scare ya…” Vicky muttered as she quickly helped Yuri back to her feet and took a step back, giving Yuri the chance to get a proper look at her savior. The towering, muscle-bound woman wore a slightly apologetic smile. She dressed in her usual casual clothes, which Yuri still disapproved of, though she'd mostly given up trying to insist on more modest attire. Her top had once been a simple black punk rock band t-shirt, before she’ cut off the sleeves and the bottom third, now a sleeveless crop-top that draped over her enormous bust and hung loosely like a curtain, the front riding high enough to offer a clear look at her rippling abs and the occasional glimpse of braless underboob. Her hands came to rest on her hips, just above the low-riding waistband of a pair of loose, dark blue basketball shorts that reached nearly to her knees- an odd shape seemed to distort the fabric in the front.
Yuri realized her eyes were lingering and quickly collected herself, giving Vicky a warm, grateful smile. “No no, thank you for catching me! That could have been quite dangerous!”
“You just looked like you were having some trouble…” Vicky explained, then glanced over Yuri’s shoulder. “...You want some help with that now?” She asked, and Yuri looked back, only to see the laundry hamper upended, halfway across the foyer, dirty clothes strewn all over between here and there.
Yuri sighed, then turned to vicky with a slightly apologetic smile of her own. “...If you’d be so kind.” she replied as she turned around and bent over, starting to pick up errant clothes. Vicky quickly joined in, and between the two of them, the stray clothes were gathered in no time and the hamper refilled. Satisfied, she reached for the hamper, only to be cut off as Vicky stepped forward and scooped it up with one hand.
“Oh no, I got it this time!” Vicky said with a chuckle as she set the hamper on one of her broad shoulders and grinned. “After you, Miss M.” Vicky urged, gesturing for her to lead on.
Yuri gave a small laugh. “Alright, dear, I suppose if you insist.” She replied with a smile before starting toward the laundry room, the towering blue-haired woman following her close behind as they headed through the living room and into the laundry room. As they arrived, Vicky set the basket on the washer and flashed a grin at Yuri. Yuri smiled back, then paused. “You know, as long as I’m doing laundry anyways, would you like me to do yours as well?” She offered.
Vicky’s grin brightened. “Oh, shit, really? That’d be great! I mean, I don’t wanna give you more work, but…”
"Language, dear." Yuri chided, then shook her head and gave a small laugh. “Of course, it’s fine! Doing three people’s laundry is just as much work as doing two. Besides, why run the washer three times when you can do it twice instead?” She asked, rhetorically, then shook her head. She didn’t know why Masao suddenly decided he didn’t want her doing his laundry anymore, but it seemed silly to her. She sighed, internally. It was probably just some sort of teenager thing.
"Right, sorry." Vicky muttered with a sheepish grin. “Gimme just a sec!” she added, turning away and half-jogging off toward the basement door.
While she was away, Yuri turned to the laundry basket and began to sort, her mind turning to Vicky. Overall, she was glad she’d decided to give the young woman a chance, despite the… less-than-ideal first impression. She’d been an almost perfect tenant- apart from the… revealing clothes she wore around the house. Vicky had gotten high-grade soundproofing installed all through the basement so she wasn’t making noise and bothering anyone. The kids had certainly seemed to warm up to her pretty quickly, though it was still a bit awkward at times. She didn’t make much of a mess, either… and she was even willing to help out around the house from time to time! Honestly, she spent most of her time down in the basement, either playing games on her computer (which she’d bought since arriving), or… working.
A crease formed between Yuri’s brows, her lips tightening. Working… Yuri still didn’t actually know exactly what Vicky did for her ‘work’. Whenever she asked, Vicky got evasive, usually finding some excuse to avoid the conversation entirely. Vicky also insisted on absolute privacy- the basement door now had a key lock, and it remained locked unless she was actively allowing someone in. It wasn’t a huge issue, obviously, she paid her rent and a generous security deposit easily, and when Yuri had been down there, it seemed clean enough. While she didn’t want to force the issue, her curiosity was growing with each passing day, nagging at her, and it was starting to get frustrating. She knew it was online, Vicky wasn’t driving to an office anywhere, though she’d been talking about buying a car recently… Whatever it was, it obviously paid very well- Vicky certainly didn’t seem concerned about spending money. The soundproofing, the new computer, the gym equipment that kept getting delivered and moved into the basement, plus this talk of a car… none of it could have been cheap! Yuri chewed her lip as she separated light and dark clothes, pondering the mystery.
“I got it!” Vicky suddenly announced as she emerged from the basement once more with her laundry basket in hand, quickly heading over to the laundry room and presenting her prize to Yuri with a grin.
“Thank you, dear.” She replied, then blinked as a thought occurred to her. “Oh! Would you do me a favor and get a new bottle of detergent down from the cupboard for me, so I don’t have to bring out the stepladder?” She asked, pointing to a cupboard up above her.
Vicky grinned again. “Of course! ‘Scuse me!” She said, quickly stepping up behind Yuri and reaching for the cupboard before Yuri even had a chance to move out of the way.
Apparently, either the shelf was higher than Vicky had expected, or Yuri had put on more weight than she had thought- for a moment, Vicky’s hips pressed squarely against Yuri’s thick, round ass. They both stiffened, eyes widening. Time seemed to freeze for an instant… then started again, as Vicky hurriedly pushed up onto her tiptoes to get a little extra height, grabbed the bottle, and swiftly stepped back.
“...Oh, shit!” Vicky suddenly declared, after a moment’s silence, raising one arm and looking at her bare wrist, a look of shock on her face. “I gotta run, I got a… work… thing…” She declared, spinning around and making a swift exit toward the basement. Yuri was still frozen. There was… something. Something didn’t feel right about that moment. But she couldn’t place it. She went over the moment again in her mind. It wasn't the feeling of a large, powerful presence at her back, or the warmth and firmness of Vicky's body, or the scent of her hair as it had brushed past her face… of her… It was something… pressed against her. Maybe something in Vicky's pocket? What could it have been? And why was she feeling… tingly?
Yuri shook her head, turning her attention back to the dirty laundry. The laundry. She was doing the laundry. She could think about… whatever that was, later. Suddenly she realized the basket in front of her was empty, clothes fully sorted, and had been for a moment, she’d just been too distracted to notice. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about it, about Vicky… something about the young woman was so… distracting… She grabbed Vicky’s basket, lifting it up to the top of the washer and starting to sort it out, as well.
Sorting Vicky's laundry was even more distracting than thinking about Vicky! Every once in a while Yuri caught a whiff of something… nutty. She couldn't place it, but when she pressed the fabric to her nose to get a better sniff, it made something flutter in her core. As she turned a pair of Vicky’s black jeans right-side-out, suddenly, a movement caught her eye. Something falling, fluttering- a tiny, rectangular piece of paper, tumbling end-over end as it slowly sank to the floor. It hit the ground and stopped moving, and only now could Yuri recognize it- a business card. The background was a solid royal blue, and in the center, ‘Vicky Hyde’ was spelled out in graffiti-style script, the letters colored with a gradient of dark blue and electric blue that instantly reminded Yuri of Vicky’s hair, outlined in jagged, thick black lines. Yuri knelt down and picked it up, looking closer at it, before flipping it over. It was white on the back, with plain black lettering that gave her email, her InstaTwit handle, a couple hashtags… and a web address, a profile on a site called… ChatHub? She’d never heard of it before…
Yuri stared for a moment, then shook her head. No, this was wrong. Sure, she was curious- really, really curious- but if Vicky wasn’t comfortable telling her about her work, it wouldn’t be right to spy on her behind her back. She shouldn’t.
Trying to distract herself, Yuri forced herself to go back to working on the laundry, but soon enough, the laundry was in the washer… and she was out of distractions. The internet, she resolved. The internet was full of distractions, surely there would be something to take her mind off the woman in her basement. She quickly left the laundry room and made her way up the stairs toward her room, and her desk… as she mounted the steps, she felt something in her pocket poke into her thigh. Confused, she reached in, and pulled out what turned out to be the business card! She must have… tucked it into her pocket without thinking. As she stepped into her room and closed the door, she paused for a moment to turn the latch and lock it. She wasn't sure why- perhaps some part of her knew what she was about to do as she made her way over to her desk, Vicky's business card in hand.
And yet, even as Yuri told herself she would respect Vicky's privacy, she found her fingers dancing across the keys to type the address into Bingle, and her cursor moving to the link that came up, hovering there. The temptation was so strong, her curiosity demanded satisfaction, but she knew she shouldn’t. Something told her she’d regret this. But… What if it was something illegal? It might be drugs! Or gambling! Whatever it was, Vicky could be putting the entire family at risk just by being here! Yes. Yes! Yuri needed to find out what it was to protect her family. She’d sworn to protect them, to never let anything hurt them again- this was for their protection. No other reasons… She clicked.
The page had a dark background, the logo in the center-top, the name ‘ChatHub’ in white block letters, with the latter half of the word enclosed in an orange box that looked vaguely like an old-fashioned television. Below it, a bulleted list of legal jargon and a large red button reading ‘I am 18+’. Without thinking, Yuri’s cursor moved over the button and clicked. Now, the page opened. A blue gradient banner ran across the top, with the name ‘Vicky Hyde’ written out in the same jagged graffiti-style letters as on her business card. Below, there were video thumbnails… but before Yuri had a chance to read the titles, or take a closer look, a black box suddenly opened in the center of the screen, then expanded until it nearly filled the screen- on one side, a chat window appeared, and at the bottom, video controls popped into existence, along with a little red dot labeled ‘Live’.
[The window was black for a long moment before it began to brighten to a royal blue field, fading to black at the upper edges. ‘Vicky Hyde’ appeared in the center, in that same graffiti-style lettering as her business card, gradient dark blue to electric blue letters, with thick black outlines. The words ‘Stream starting soon’ hovered in the lower-right corner. A pixel-art cityscape lit with neon pink formed along the bottom edge of the screen. Suddenly, a pixel art depiction of Vicky herself came crashing in from offscreen, twice as tall as the buildings. Her sprite gave a silent, animated roar, or perhaps a maniacal laugh, and began stomping around the city like godzilla, glowing blue eyes leaving trails of light as she moved. ]
[MommysBoy: Hype
BigDaddy: Hype!
Blayz420: Poggers
Doinker: Surprise stream?!]
Yuri’s worried expression cracked into a small smile. The little pixel version of Vicky stomping around was honestly kinda cute, and quite well done! For a moment, she forgot about why she was watching this, and simply enjoyed the sight.
[The scene only lasted a little less than a minute, before it faded out and was replaced by a familiar face- Vicky’s. She was holding the camera, which seemed to be her phone, out at arm’s length and about shoulder-height, making her look like she was looming over the viewer, looking down at them. She looked uncertain for a moment, but it quickly resolved into a smile as she confirmed the stream was working properly. Then, she spoke. ]
[Simp69: Mommy!
SexKitten02: Mommy!
MommysBoy: !Viewers
StreamBot: @MommysBoy There are currently 125 people watching! ]
[“Sup, bitches~!” Vicky purred in a sultry sing-song tone, her smile twisting into a wicked, cocky, slightly sadistic grin, her features framed by her wild mane of blue hair. “Mommy’s home!”]
[Doinker: Hype
Anon: Mommy!]
Yuri felt a shiver run up her spine.
[Vicky’s grin softened again, just a little, and she raised the phone a little higher, providing a better view of her deep cleavage. Behind her was a familiar background- the basement, specifically the corner of it Vicky had recently turned into a home gym, pieces of two walls covered with full-length mirrored panels with various weight racks, benches, padding, and a hanging punching bag between them. As the camera moved, the light shone off her sculpted muscles revealing a sheen of sweat on her pale skin.]
[Anon: Mommy!
Blayz420: Mommy!
FuckDoll donated 200 shinies!
BoiSlut: Mommy!
BetaMale: Mommy!
AlphaMale: @BetaMale Cuck]
[“Y’all sure showed up quick! Clicked that notification real fast, huh?” She asked with a teasing grin. “Heh, good bitches~!” She purred with a small chuckle. ]
[Blayz420 donated 500 shinies!
MegaMilk: Mommy!]
[She paused for a moment, then smiled again. “Hey, thanks for the shinies, FuckDoll and… Blayz420!” She commented briefly before returning to her original train of thought. “Just so you know, this shouldn’t be a long stream- I’ll let y’all get back to work or class or whatever pretty soon, and tonight’s stream will happen at the same time as always.” She explained, then chuckled, grinning wider with playful eagerness. “Heh. I just need to blow off a little steam real quick. Figured y’all might enjoy the show.”]
[BetaMale: STFU Alpha
AlphaMale: Make me Beta bitch
MommysBoy: Come on, don’t start again
BoiSlut: I’m skipping class to watch this
Anon: O shit
Anon: HYPE]
[“Alright, now let’s get things started, huh? Gimme a sec to change the stream input.” Vicky muttered, taking a breath and bringing the phone in closer, her bright blue eyes looking directly into the camera for a moment before she closed her eyes. Suddenly her eyelids snapped open again, and now her eyes were glowing! Her irises were ringed in twin circles of electric blue light, staring straight into the phone. A moment later, the image changed- now the view was centered on her phone, and on the phone’s screen, the stream was visible, creating an endless mirror effect as the phone on the phone showed a phone, which showed a phone...]
[MommysBoy donated 500 shinies!
SexKitten02 donated 500 shinies!
Anon: What?
SubBoy: wtf?
MegaMilk: That shit’s so cool
Blayz420: Woah
Blayz420: Trippy]
[The POV turned away from the phone, toward one of the mirrors lining the walls, revealing Vicky standing here, eyes glowing unnaturally as she set her phone aside on a weight bench- it was no longer necessary. “How’s that, bitches? Everything’s looking good to me.” she commented, grinning to herself in the mirror. “In more ways than one.” She added, the towering amazonian woman in the mirror striking a pose, flexing, her sculpted muscles gleaming as they grew even more pronounced.]
[Anon: Woah!
Anon: WFT?!
SubBoy: Yo WTF?
Anon: How she do that?
MommysBoy: Robot
Doink: Cyborg]
[Vicky held the pose for a moment, before straightening up, smirking. “Looks like we got some new bitches in the chat. Check this shit out.” She commented, the reflection stepping forward as the POV drew closer to the mirror. Vicky leaned forward, bringing the POV closer and closer until it was staring directly into her glowing eye’s reflection. At this range, in the center of a ring of tiny lights, one could make out the geometric lines of a bright blue mechanical iris. The whites of the eye were a little too perfectly uniform white, the surface detailed with extremely fine red circuitry lines that could pass for capillaries, viewed at arm’s length. “Fuckin’ rad, right?” Vicky grinned.]
[BoiSlut: I feel tall
SlutBoi: @BoiSlut Evil twin!
Anon: woah
Simp69: <O>
SexKitten02: Eye Time <O>
Anon: <O>
BigDaddy: <O>]
Yuri’s eyes were wide. She wasn’t crazy, Yuri’s eyes DID flash! She’d seen them do it when she first arrived, and she’d caught glimpses of flashes here and there, but she never saw it clearly enough to be sure she wasn’t seeing things.
[“It’s not just the eyes, actually, there’s a whole bunch of shit in here.” Vicky explained, tapping the side of her head as she straightened up again. “There’s some stuff to relay all this footage to my phone or my computer, but mostly stuff that activates when I’m recording to make the footage actually watchable. The lights, obviously, plus some stuff to keep my eyes from darting around too fast, to stabilize the focus, to override my blinking impulse, stuff like that. Even some stuff in my neck to improve stabilization when I’m moving...”]
[MommysBoy: <O>
Anon: <0>
Simp69: HERESY
Anon: wtf thats rad
Anon: Eye Time <O>
Anon: <O> Eye see]
Vicky trailed off for a moment, then chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, bitches, I see all those eyes in chat, I’m not just gonna talk about my eyes for an hour again- even though they are totally badass, for the record!” Vicky added, pointing at the mirror. Her smirk slowly turned mischievous, and she looked into her reflection with a knowing look in her glowing eyes. “Y’all are here for a show, after all.” Vicky took a step back from the mirror until her entire body was back in frame, striking a seductive pose, one hand coming up to trail a finger up and down the deep valley of her sculpted abs “Well, bitches, which is first; top, or bottom?”
[Blayz420 donated 500 shinies!
Anon: <O>
Blayz420: Oh shit
Blayz420: I forgot I donated already…
MommysBoy: !Viewers
StreamBot: @MommysBoy There are currently 527 people watching!]
[Vicky held the pose for a long moment, her hand idly roaming up and down her abs as she began to sway her hips side to side, going so far down as to slip a finger into the waistband of her basketball shorts, and then back up until her hand nearly disappeared under her breasts. Her breasts strained against her cut off sleeveless band t-shirt, small nubs starting to become visible as her nipples stiffened in anticipation. As her hips swayed, among the folds of her baggy shorts, a shape became visible, something that swung against the leg of her pants, disappearing and reappearing a moment later. ]
[Anon: Top
Anon: Top
BigDaddy: Top!
SlutBoi: Bottom
BetaMale: Bottom!
AlphaMale: Top
MegaMilk: Bottom!]
Yuri didn't even realize she was leaning in closer to the screen, or that her eyes were riveted on Vicky's shorts. She swallowed. On some level, Yuri knew what she was seeing. She'd seen penises before. She was even aware that women had them sometimes; A MyBook friend of hers from middle school had a husband who later became her wife, only to later get her friend pregnant twice after the change. And yet, her conscious mind couldn't put the pieces together, the scope of Vicky's… everything… overwhelmed her. Perhaps it was protecting her from the realization- from knowledge that would forever change the course of her life and turn her 'perfect' household on its head.
[A monster roar sound bite played suddenly, and Vicky's pixel sprite appeared on the screen, playing out its roaring animation, accompanied by text. Vicky's eyebrows shot up and her grin widened as she read it out, along with the message that followed. "Woah! Thanks, FEMboi69, for the ten thousand shinies! Damn! Let's see… 'Plz bottoms, Mommy, I need it!'. Heh." Vicky let out a dark chuckle. "I guess that settles it!"]
[FEMboi69 donated 10,000 shinies!
Anon: Bottom
BigDaddy: HYPE
SlutBoi: HYPE
MegaMilk: POG]
[As Vicky's hips began to sway again on the screen, Yuri couldn't bring herself to look away. Her whole mind focused so intently in the video that everything else seemed to stop existing- not that she noticed. Even the chat sidebar might as well have disappeared.]
[Vicky's hips continued to sway hypnotically. Her hand slid down her abs, until her thumb hooked into the waistbands of her shorts. "You ready for this, bitches?" She purred as she began tugging them down, slowly, teasingly. "You think you can handle it?" She added with a cocky smirk as the elastic inched down her hips, until finally her shorts slipped off her hips and fell down her legs to pool around her ankles]
Yuri gasped out loud, eyes wide as saucers.
[Vicky's cock was enormous- Even though it was just starting to stiffen and grow, it went halfway to her knee, and it swayed between her muscled thighs like a hypnotist's pendulum, a smooth, pale shaft with a helmet-shaped head. She had no pubes, allowing a clear view of the base where the fat, meaty slab of futa cock emerged from her womanly hips. Vicky's hand came down and gripped the slumbering beast, curling around it and lifting it up against her abs- even now she could only just barely close her thumb and forefinger around it, and it nearly reached her navel. Lifting it up also served to expose her enormous balls- twin avocado-sized nuts that hung heavy with virile seed inside a smooth, hairless sack. ]
There was no denying it any longer- Yuri's mental block crumbled before that massive battering ram of a cock. Vicky had a cock. The shape she couldn't recognize in Vicky's pants upon their first meeting; that was a cock. The odd way her shorts moved when walking around the house; that was her cock swinging between her thighs. The weird sensation she'd felt on her backside in the laundry room; that had been this cock. It was already longer and fatter than Yuri's ex husband ever got, far too large for one hand. It was the biggest, fattest, most delicious- Yuri shook her head. Delicious? What was she thinking?! Of course she couldn't think of her tenant in that way- she shouldn't be thinking of anyone that way! But as her eyes were drawn back to the monstrous cock pressed against Vicky's abs, and the heavy cum-factories swaying between the powerful woman's thighs, her mouth was watering.
["This is what you wanted, isn't it, bitches?" Vicky taunted as she struck a couple poses, her dick slowly growing larger and larger in her grasp as she slowly started pumping her hand up and down it. "You wanted to see the biggest, fattest dick on Chathub, didn't you? You wanted to watch it grow bigger and harder and imagine wrapping your slutty lips around it." She grinned evilly, angling the monster directly at the mirror, the helmeted tip continuing to swell larger and larger as she continued. "Doesn't matter if you're a girl, a guy, or somethin' else… You know you want to taste Mommy's fat fuckin' cock, don't you? It's only natural, when you're face to face with perfection." Vicky purred, licking her lips. ]
[Vicky's cock suddenly throbbed, bucking in her hand so hard it slipped from her grasp. She blinked, taken by surprise, then slowly, her lips curled back into a wicked grin once more. "This is it, bitches. This is what you asked for. Begged for. What you donated to see. Take a good long look." She commanded, shifting her hips slightly to make the now-fully hard shaft swing like a club.]
[Vicky's cock was truly a monster, transformed by sheer lust from an impressive member into a fearsome and awe-inspiring leviathan. The helmet-shaped head looked to be the size of a fist, and it throbbed an angry red-purple, nearly touching the underside of her enormous, still-covered breasts. The shaft had to be almost a foot and a half long, all told, and it was as thick as a beer can, and bulged slightly thicker in the middle. Pencil-thick veins wound over every inch like crawling vines, and with each beat of her heart, they stood out sharply against the towering monolith of Vicky's glorious cock. Rivulets of precum flowed from the tip, cascading over the veiny ridges before her stroking hand had apparently smeared it around, leaving most of its length softly glistening. Her smooth, avocado-sized balls looked even bigger than before, like they were swollen with backed-up cum, demanding release.]
[Suddenly Vicky lifted her arms, grabbed the front of her top and swiftly lifted upward, unleashing an avalanche of enormous, pale, firm titflesh. She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside, the video feed cutting out for a moment as it passed her face. Most of her audience hardly noticed, still stunned by the glorious sight of the twin globes that bounced and wobbled as they settled into place. Each mound was nearly the size of Vicky's head, each mountain of mammary crowned with a dusky pink areola slightly smaller than a palm, centered around a nipple almost the size of a thimble, pierced through with a steel barbell with gleaming, pea-sized knobs on either end. They sat high and proud on her chest, miraculously defying gravity, but every motion made them sway and bounce slightly, revealing their true, pillowy softness. ]
[She paused a moment to put her hands up behind her hand, tossing her wild mane of blue hair, before striking a pose, showing off her fully naked form for the viewers with a cocky grin. "Drink it all in, bitches. This is the ideal body. You may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like." She said, then let out a barking laugh. " Ha! That's not true- I know you like it. You fucking love it! You may not want to admit it, but next time you sit down to stroke your little dicks or finger your empty holes, it's ME you're gonna be thinking about." She added with another wicked grin, fixing her gaze on her own glowing eyes in the mirror, her reflection staring directly at the viewer. "You're already one of my bitches. Some of you just don't know it yet." She growled. ]
Yuri shuddered as that husky, lustful growl filled her mind, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her as a small orgasm rippled out from her core. A soft moan rose from deep in her throat as the sensation made her fingers curl inside her, grinding into her g-spot. She didn't remember when she'd started fingering herself- her hands had simply moved on pure instinct, working open the button and zipper of her mom jeans, fingers delving into her rather plain panties and plunging into her needy slit. Her pussy was positively soaked, so hot it was practically steaming. Shame burned Yuri's cheeks as she realized what she was doing- fingering herself like a slut while watching Vicky stroke her… huge… fucking… cock… Ashamed or not, her lower lips ached with need, and she couldn't stop her fingers from plunging in and out of her.
[Vicky's hands came down from her head as she shifted her stance, fully stepping out of her discarded shorts and bracing her feet shoulder-width apart. One hand went down to grip her gargantuan cock right below the head, her fingers barely able to close around two-thirds of it's tremendous girth, starting to slowly slide up and down the precum-slick pillar of lust. The other went to her chest, fingertips sinking into the soft flesh of her enormous breast as she roughly squeezed and kneaded at it. Thumb and forefinger closed around her rock-hard nipple as her hand began to stroke her monstrous cock in earnest, moving faster and faster until it was pumping up and down the full length of the beast. Her muscles bulged as her hand pistoned up and down, over and over, her fat, overstuffed balls swinging between her parted thighs in rhythm.]
[Vicky's hand began to move faster. "Don't worry, bitch-boys in chat. It's not gay to be attracted to alllll this." She commented, licking her lips and letting her gaze roam up and down, indicating her muscular physique, her heaving, melon-sized breasts, her thick ass and her monster dick. "It's only gay once you really start fantasizing about taking Mommy's dick." She added, stepping closer to the mirror and angling her steel-hard shaft upward, her hand vigorously pumping up and down the length. "As long as you don't start imagining how it would feel to kneel at my feet and open your mouth wide…To stick your tongue out worship the shaft, to buy your face in my fat balls… to feel it stretch your lips, then push into your throat… To gag and choke on Mommy's dick like a slut as I fuck your throat like a pussy!" She paused, and grinned wickedly. "You wouldn't be imagining something like that, now would you, bitch-boy?"]
[Vicky groaned with pleasure as she twisted her pierced nipple sharply, then began to speak again. "Don't think I forgot about you, bitch-girls. You already fantasize about worshipping Mommy's dick, don't you? Or maybe you fantasize about it in other places?" She asked, her grin widening with each word. "Do you take a sad little plastic toy and try and pretend it's Mommy's cock sliding into your tight little pussy? Do you dream of feeling Mommy stretch your holes wide open with this beast?" Her voice got husky and intense, her hand almost a blur as she stroked her cock faster and faster. "Do you imagine Mommy pinning you down and screwing your brains out? Drilling so much deeper than your fingers can go, deeper than your toys, your boyfriends, your husbands? Pounding your fucking womb?! Filling your pussy with seed and fucking KNOCKING. YOU. UP!?" She growled her question through gritted teeth, voice thick with lust, her cock throbbing violently in her grasp.]
"Yes!" Yuri gasped, without thinking, her voice breathy and strained, both her hands buried between her thighs. Three fingers pistoned in and out of her desperately needy pussy, while her other hand frantically rubbed her clit in tiny circles. Her panties, and the crotch of her jeans, were both soaked with the juices of a middle-age housewife in heat, but she didn't care, she couldn't stop. Pleasure was welling up in her core, she felt tension, like a spring wound too tightly, threatening to release violently at any moment. It wasn't enough. She knew Vicky was right. She wanted it. She wanted more. She wanted Vicky. She wanted her to march into her room, throw her down on her perfectly-made bed and fuck her like a whore with that enormous cock! To take her, conquer her, BREAK her! To make her into one of her bitches, an obedient slave desperate to serve and pleasure her mistress- no- her Mommy!
[Vicky let out a groan of pleasure, her monolithic member bucking more violently with each stroke that slid up and down its fearsome length. Her muscles strained, a sheen of sweat glistening on her flawless skin from the exertion, her entire body visibly tightening up, even the smooth sack struggling to contain her enormous balls. Her fingers sank deep into her pillowy titflesh, kneading the pale mound for a moment before pulling away and moving to join her other hand. Together, her hands pumped up and down her monstrous cock like a machine, pistoning relentlessly, one hand sliding up to swirl over the throbbing red-purple crown each time it reached the tip. Her precum flowed constantly now, an endless stream of clear, slick, sticky liquid that coated her shaft and hands, leaving them glistening and wet. ]
["Nnf, fuck- You ready, bitches? Mommy's getting close…" Vicky growled, her hands speeding up until they were nearly a blur, her breast bouncing with the vigorous movements. "Come on- Get ready- it's coming-!" She hissed through gritted teeth, sweat beading on her forehead from the exertion. Suddenly one hand gripped the mighty cum-cannon right behind the tip, levering it down to aim directly at the mirror, while the other continued stroking up and down its length in a frenzy of lust. Her massive balls pulled up tight against the base of her cock as it bucked and throbbed like a wild beast trying to get free. ]
["Fuckin'- Cumming!!!" Vicky growled as her cock lurched in her grasp, the fat tube along the bottom of the shaft bulging as cum rocketed up its length. As it reached the tip she let out a roar and the fearsome weapon fired, blasting a finger-thick rope of pearly white cum from the tip. It soared through the air until it hit the mirror with such force that it splattered out from the point of impact- it was too thick to send drops flying in all directions, it just spread out to a handprint-sized glob on the glass surface before starting to run down it in thick drips. Vicky groaned again as her titanic member lurched again, and again, firing off a second salvo, and a third, and a fourth, each as thick and powerful as the last.]
Yuri bit down hard on her lower lip as white-hot pleasure exploded through her body, a massive orgasm unlike any she'd experienced before ripping through her. What might have been a wail of ecstasy loud enough for the neighbors to hear instead came out as a strangled, shuddering squeal. Every thought in her mind disappeared as the burning bliss of her climax crashed over her mind like a wave. She trembled wildly as her pussy clamped down hard on her fingers and a flood of wetness soaked not only her pants and underwear but her chair as well. Every muscle in her body went haywire, spasming uncontrollably as electric pleasure seared along her every nerve like a bolt of lightning, her toes curling. It was so intense she couldn't even see for a moment!
As her orgasm faded, leaving her weak and gasping in her chair as a layer of warm, tingling afterglow settled over her, she blinked at the screen, eyes struggling to focus on the video once more.
[Vicky panted for breath, milking the leftover cum from her enormous, slowly softening cock. The full length mirror in front of her was positively covered in thick, pearly white cum, the lower two-thirds mostly obscured by splatters and drips. She gave a soft groan as she milked the last few drops from her cock- each thick glob more than a normal man's entire load. "F-fuck... That was… intense…" Vicky groaned.]
[After a moment, Vicky let go of her cock, letting it flop down almost to her knee, and staggered back a half step. She took a deep breath and straightened up, giving the cum coating the mirror and floor a glance before turning to the side to face one of the other large mirrors lining the walls in that corner of the basement. "Well, bitches, how's that for a surprise stream?" She asked, grinning with satisfaction. "Heh, looks like y'all enjoyed it! Maybe I'll do this more often, whenever I get… worked up. Got a couple big donors to shout out, but I'm gonna have to cut the stream short so I can start cleaning up before tonight's stream. I got some new toys to play with, so make sure you check it out! Let's see… thanks to BigDaddy, SexKitten02, FuckMyFace, OmegaSlut-" ]
Yuri brought one shaky, sticky hand up to the mouse and closed the window. As the afterglow faded, she was left with the realization of what she'd just watched- what she'd just done. She slowly pulled her fingers out of her panties, slender digits still dripping with her lust, slowly catching her breath. A pall of silence hung over the room for what felt like an eternity, the only sound of her own gently-panting breath… until there came a sudden knock on her door. Yuri stiffened suddenly, eyes going wide as she startled.
"Miss M?" Vicky called through the door, and Yuri was fully gripped by panic.
"Y-yes?!" She scrambled to her feet. "J-just a moment!" She stammered, starting to rush for the door only to feel a creeping horror come over her as she realized the crotch of her jeans was soaked. She didn't have time to change, that'd be suspicious! Seizing the only option that occurred to her, she unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, leaning around the edge of it to keep her lower body out of sight. "V-Vicky! What do you need, dear?" She greeted, trying to pretend everything was normal- that her face wasn't flushed, and her heart wasn't pounding like a drum.
Vicky stood outside the door in some of her usual casual, around-the-house wear- though Yuri noted it was different from the outfit she'd been wearing earlier. She looked a bit awkward. "Hey Miss M, uh, where do you keep the glass cleaner, again? The mirrors in my gym are getting… smudged." She explained.
Yuri bit her lip. Smudged was a bit of an understatement… "Oh, it's just in the… the hall closet. The back hall." She replied, flashing a- hopefully- reassuring smile. "And- if you use the last of it, be sure to put it on the shopping list!"
Vicky grinned back, thoroughly relieved. "Right, will-do, thanks Miss-" Vicky paused mid-sentence, straightening up and blinking in surprise. She drew in a short sniff, then another, her brow furrowing with curiosity…
"Is- is that all, dear?" Yuri asked, trying to escape the situation as quickly as possible.
Vicky shook her head. "Oh, uh, yeah." She muttered, still looking confused. "Sorry. Everything okay?" She asked, craning her neck to look around Yuri into the bedroom behind her.
"Oh! It's nothing. I was just… taking a nap!" Yuri lied, scrambled for an explanation. "Y-yes, I just read a fascinating article on the benefits of napping, and I thought I might give it a try. I was just getting ready when you knocked!" She quickly fabricated. "I'm just… getting changed."
Vicky nodded, slowly. "I see… Well, I'll leave you to your nap, then." She added, stepping back from the door.
"Thank you, dear." Yuri replied, quickly closing the door and locking it again, then quickly slumping with her back against it. She hoped Vicky had bought it… For just an instant as the door closed, she thought she might have seen the corners of Vicky's lips curling into a grin… Her cheeks burned with shame. If she knew… Yuri shook her head. Even if she hadn't figured it out, that was too close. She'd have to be careful… She glanced over at her computer. The business card still lay on her desk, the web address right there, ready to be typed in again. Yuri swallowed, nervously. Yes. She'd have to be more careful… next time…
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