It should be noted that despite the fact that you are indeed the victim of a curse, the powers that be tend to add the occasional compensation. They respect someone who can adapt even to difficult situations and therefore provide at least some means to do so. For that reason, as your gigantic and gigantically fat mom shifts atop you (having completely forgotten you were there before taking off with the girls), you feel a change happening in your body, specifically one part of your body. As the drive continues, you feel as if you're developing the hardest hardon in your life and as you try to shift just to allow it room to expand it seems to need way more room than usual. Your mom seems to feel it and giggles.
"Ooooh, someone likes their mama on their lap," she teases, "Better not let Sally know, she might get jealous."
"What's goin' on, mom?" asks Liz quizzically.
"I kinda sat on Stevie while we were driving," she says, obviously not the least bit purterbed about it, "and he's still there...and he's getting a little excited. I can feel his big boy part up against my butt."
Liz giggles loud at that but June seems a little confused, so mom explains that when a boy gets excited and wants to have sex, his "boy-part" gets straight and big so that it'll do the job it was meant to do. The talk seems to just increase your own sexual swelling, way beyond what you thought possible until you realize that you're actually growing. Your dick is expanding to monstrous size while the rest of you stays the same. As your growth levels out, you're about as endowed as your dad is now, maybe even more. As she feels this, mom gets even more excited. June and Liz also seem to be enjoying the idea.
"Does that mean Stevie wants to have sex with you?" June asks.
"I'll bet he does," quips Liz, "He's just a horny boy who wants to have sex with every girl he sees. He'd probably have sex with me and you, too."
"I bet he would if we asked nicely," says mom, shocking you to your core, "You know, I kinda want to take Steve with us and I bet he'd be our willing love-stud, but the retreat doesn't allow boys."
"We could hide him in our room and play with him all night," suggests June.
"Or we could just rent a hotel room and have our own private retreat," counters Liz, "just the four of us."
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