Angela didn’t have the time to put her risky plan into action. From behind her, buried in the mass of her discarded clothing. Angela’s phone began to buzz violently on the bed. “Shit!” The ant-sized girl wailed. “That’s going to be Christian. I’ve got to reach it before...” Her cry of desperation was interrupted by the sight of a gigantic hand plucking through her clothing. It fished through her jeans like they were nothing, a truly monstrous force. Above her, Angela averted her eyes from the dangling, fleshy globes that was Carrie’s tits.
Carrie was incredibly horny and incredibly annoyed at this interruption. She could faintly hear the buzzing over her own moans and tool of pleasure. She desperately dug her hand into the mysterious pile of clothing with a free hand, closing her legs to keep the intensity of the vibratory on her clothed snatch. Her moans grew with intensity as she gripped the phone in a primal hand. Yet upon truly looking at the device, her eyes widened. Carrie let go of the vibrator between her legs and really ‘looked’ at the phone. She’d confiscated her children’s phones enough times to recognise them by now. This phone didn’t belong to either of them...
Below, Angela was frantically waving at the half-naked giantess. She hoped her flailing would attract her attention somehow. Yet it didn’t work as the Giantess spoke with a grand, booming voice... “Who’s fucking phone is this?”
Carrie coldly clicked the phone on, answering the call that had so rudely interrupted her sexual peak. “Hello?” Carrie spoke politely, almost like she hadn’t left the secretarial office. The voice that answers back shocked her deeply, making her cover her breasts and switch her vibrator off.
“Mom? Wh, why have you answered Angela’s phone?” Christian asked, his voice was baffled at such a concept.
“Oh! Umm, Angela’s a little busy at the moment. She handed the phone over to me to speak to you.”
Angela raged below her, how dare she unwittingly make a shitty pun about her predicament?!
“Yeah, well I need to warn you.” Christian continued, “I’m going to be testing my college project again real soon okay? I need you to keep away from the house. It’s... Being unpredictable at the moment.” Christian spoke with concern while Carrie shuddered nervously, quickly clutching her bra and hastily clipping it together.
“When did you say honey?” Carrie asked, trouble brewing in her voice...
“I said soon. Mom, are you alright? You sound worried.”
“Oh no I’m alright I’m just a little...”
In a flash... Carrie has evaporated, her bra and panties laid on the bed empty. Leaving Angela’s phone to drop and bounce off the bed and smash against the bedside table. Cutting the call...
Despite being in the other room, Christian didn’t hear the unintentional carnage unfold. He assumed his mom cut off the call or they lost signal. He didn’t have time to think it through as his device was manically overheating, like it had over exerted itself. It was like it had hit too many targets in a day... Christian continued to inspect the device...
In Carrie’s room, the 48 year old was soon to be greeted by an Earth shattering realisation...
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