It was early morning and you were quietly making breakfast as one of the maids came in. Hilda was the head maid and like all of the staff and mistress, she was also a skunk as well. Wearing the typical French maid, it greatly displayed her triple f-cup and showed off her sexiness, though she always had a bored expression across her face.
"Young Master, You should let us do this work, not yourself," she said (not visibly) worried.
"Then how am I suppose to show the love I have for Mom?" You reply, a thin smile growing on Hilda's face, which was a rare sight.
"If the kid wants to do it, by all means, let him do it then," Sarah, the chef, added in as she returned from the bathroom.
Sarah was a big butter ball, her belly sticking out by several feet and her breasts were just as big as her head, if not bigger. Her ass was so big that you and your sister often got trapped inside the crack of her white, chef pants-cover ass and it would take a while before anyone would notice your disappearance.
"I suppose you'll need some help getting the food to her then?" A gruff voice asked, a very muscular skunk entering the kitchen.
Anastasia, or Ana, stood over 8 feet tall and each of her muscles were buffed up that she could pick up a pick-up with ease, something that she proved. Working as the butler, the Russian ex-mercenary was covered in scars all over her body, a nasty one taking out her left eye and an eye patch covered it up. Despite her scary appearance, she was quite laid back and had no problems seducing a man by her well developed breasts and firmly plump ass.
"Thanks, I'm just about done... And, there we go," you said, finishing the last minute details and gathering everyone, they all gathered the food and brought it towards your mother's room, Hilda scolding Sarah for trying to eat the food.
As you guys paraded through the hallways, a hyper voice called out to you.
"Hhhhhheeeeeeyyyyyy~ you guys! Whatcha you doing!?" CC hollered as she excitedly ran towards you, much to Hilda's dismay.
CC didn't reach the height of your chest, giving her quite the childish appearance, despite her being older than you. Another thing that set her apart was her massive backside, each cheek bigger than her head twice. Wearing a pair of blue overalls that greatly outlined her rump over a green shirt, the gardener was usually dirty, flinging mud from her soiled gloves.
"I've told you not to come in here unless you're clean!" Hilda hissed, but CC paid no mind as she effortlessly carried you off to your mother's room.
Opening the door, you could see your other half squatting over your mother's sleeping face and gives you a wink before grunting. Over the years, your twin developed some really nice curves, giving her a super model body. Speaking of super models, your mother, Eve, slept soundly and without a care. Bearing tits of the double K-cup and an ass even bigger than double the size of her breasts, so it was hard to imagine that she was single.
If it wasn't for the fact that she had such a sensitive bowels and farted for every minute, despite a lack of food in the system. This required a unique staff that wouldn't be too bothered by and the current staff was far more than perfect for this herculean task, even breaking wind themselves. This was also a habit your sister picked up on as her own backside roared into Eve's face, the skunkess slowly opened her eyes.
"Morning, sweetheart," she greeted her adopted daughter before pushing out a lengthy fart of her own, blowing away the blanket from her body and releasing the ungodly, sewage smell from the night's flatulence.
"No fair! I want to join in too!~" CC complained, turning around and pushing out an earthy fart.
The others shrugged their shoulders and began to expel colon fumes from their bottoms until it became to hard to breath. Once they had their fill, Eve thanked you for the meal and began to dress up in her CEO clothes of a black blazer revealing a lot of her cleavage and a pencil skirt that hugged her lower half tightly.
"So, Eric, Cindy, I have a couple of ideas of what to do today for my birthday," Eve said, finishing her breakfast as a petite burp exits her mouth before a not so petite fart explodes out of her and adjusts her glasses.
What does she do for her birthday?
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