A new family dynamic

I believe I have managed to do it.

Yes.

Yes, indeed!

I somehow have found a way to disappoint even myself! And out of all people, I naturally set my goals for myself so substantially low, that the possibility of ending up worse off is virtually inconceivable.

Yet, in the end... I did it!

I've subverted even the most lowest of expectations.

For that, I do believe a metaphorical pat on the back is in order

Though

Managing to pass out due to over ejaculating to a candid picture of a blond with a large rack is something new. So, while I am not proud of what I have done, I must now put it on the list of things that I have done.

Considering the sheer detail of the images and events of my dream, I gotta say that my imagination is more impressive than I first realized.

So it ain't all bad.

Yeah, though, it sucks to have my lucid dream end in such a pathetic way. If I knew masturbating in a dream would result in that... I probably would have done it eventually sure, but that would be after I've experienced everything the dream life had to offer.

Alas, live, and learn.

Live and fucking learn.

"Whatever," I grunted and swung my legs off the bed. With eyes shut tight, I gathered both my senses and the energy required to shoot my ass off onto my feet.

Eventually, I did jump to my feet, and-

*Crunch*

Instinctively gulping, I looked down at my feet. Having felt an odd... Cold... Yielding resistance of some kind...

It..

SHIT

What the fuck was my laptop doing on the floor right near my bedside?!

Shit shit shit!

I scrabbled up my stepped on the device and practically slammed it on my desk. It seemed loose at the hinge, and there was a noticeable dent in the screen where my foot happened to land.

It's fine, right?

I tapped the power switch.

Nothing.

I tapped it again.

Nada.

One more time.

Zilch.

"Shiiiiit." The sinking feeling in my gut could not have sunk down further if it physically tried too. My face slumped down onto the table, I succumbed to the truth and admitted defeat.

Tap tap tap

Went my finger on the power switch.

And you know what happened?

Nothing nothing nothing!

"Fuck!"

My phone's fucked.

My laptop's shit.

What's the point of living again? Like, without technology, the world doesn't spin. Everyone knows this. How am I expected to communicate with society?

I'm not!

This is a sign that I have lost. And at this point, whatever happens, will happen, right? There's no reason to give any more shits.

Okay, honestly, I'm overreacting. I lost my phone, fine, that sucks. My laptop? Yep, it's definitely not going to be working in its current state.

Sigh

It's just more money I'll need to save up to fix my shit.

After spending more than enough time wallowing in my own pathetic pool of self grief, and feeling the gurgling raddle in my stomach, I went over to the kitchen to find some grub to much on. Eating while sad, is something everyone can agree, will almost always help clear the mind and set things going down the right track.

Or maybe people just like to eat.

Beats me.

Upon stepping into the kitchen, I made an abrupt step back in a confused shock. A complete stranger was sitting in my kitchen.

It was..

It was that busty chick from that mall!

My mouth hung agape, and I stood in the doorway, not finding the appropriate words in me to justify this situation.

She sat, unmoved in a wooden chair near the kitchen table. Sipping coffee, her attention set focused on the newspaper before her. She had on short jeans that clutched to her ass and a regular purple T-Shirt that had to be an extra, extra, EXRTA - You get the point - Large, to contain her chest. But it was enough to cover her breasts, though the weight and shape of her breasts did leave a nice large bump pressing out through her shirt. And if the tits weren't enough, her well-built, muscular arms and thick legs were fully revealed and very much the same as they were in my dream.

Yes. So. Okay. Um.

"Who the heck are you!?"

The blond blinked and looked up from her newspaper to eye up my befuddled stance. "That what you're gonna do? Stare at me for a minute, then ask who I am?" She ended her response with a smirk and brought a fist up to her plush lips to clear her throat. "Who are you?!" Her voice mimicked my own from a few seconds ago.

"I.. I... Uh..."

"I.... I.. Uhhh..." Her smirk never faded as she continued to imitate my genuine shock. "Yeah, you don't like it when other people ask you ridiculous questions, do you mister stutter man?"

"You're real?" Was all I managed to splutter out, my mind couldn't wrap around the fact that a woman who was literally created in my own aroused dream-like state was actually real and speaking to me.

Unless? I'm still dreaming... Yes! That must be it, I'm still dreaming. Is this another lucid dream? Or just your good old fashioned regular bout?

I need to pinch myself.

*Pinch*

Ow... Okay...

Well that didn't do anything, but I can't be sure.

I could splash my face with water.

Staggering forward, while trying to piece together some semblance of sense, I happened to trip over my own foot and topple forward.

Not a problem, if I land I'll wake up, and if nothing happens other than crashing my forehead against the hard tiled floor. I'll know that... Well, I'll know nothing because there's literally no other legitimate reason for any of the shit that's going on here.

I shut my eyes to awaiting my awaken back into the physical world when a sudden whoosh of air passed by me, and I felt an odd lack of impact. Does gravity not work in this dream state?

"Hey," A concerned voice echoed through my ears.

I re-opened my eyes to see the floor inches from my face. And before I could bring up another question, the back of my shirt was yanked upwards with a surprising amount of **** that swung me to my feet as if I were a light twig.

"Mason, you okay?" I was face first with tits, big tits. Warm tits... At least I assume their warm, I could just lean my face forward a tad and... "Earth to Mase. Hey!?" She held me close with one hand and snapped her fingers with her other. This whole situation, all this shit, it felt too real. It can't be fake. Her left hand gripped my shoulder, while her right kept on snapping near my face and around the edges of my vision.

The woman's face was smooth and cream-like to pure perfection, and it was painted with apprehension and worry towards me.

Okay.... Who is this chick, why does she seem to care about me? And also... Why is she in my fucking house!?

"Okay, seriously, are you okay? If you're just messing with me, we're gonna have problems!" The blond woman's voice rose as the concern on her face grew more promanent. "Mason, how many fingers am I holding up?" Four fingers were displayed on her raised hand.

But I had another question for her. Send me ten bucks if you heard this one before. "Who are you!? I've never met you before in my life!"

The blond refused to answer my question and stared at me for three prolonged seconds in complete silence. Then her lips parted as her jaw dropped open. "That heart rate... You're not lying... What happened?"

This chick is acting like she's the confused one. Oh, how is that fair? This woman broke into my house, and now she has it in her to appear as though she's the confused one here.

Also, why is she so freaking strong? Her grip on my shoulder hadn't eased up, quite the opposite, in fact, her hand seemed to be holding tighter the longer she looked at me.

"Okay, well..." The concern in her face switched to one of resolve. "Looks like I'm gonna be late for work, and you get to skip school. Cause apparently someone mindwiped you or something." Before I could speak, she placed her other hand on my shoulder and **** me to spin around with ridiculous physical strength.

"Stacey! Make sure you turn off the oven, we're heading out!"

Stacey?

Both of her muscular, arms wrapped around my chest, and I expected to feel a crushing pain from how strong this woman has shown herself to be. But her arms hooked below my shoulders, and she pulled me into a soft embrace that didn't hurt in the slightest.

Actually...

Actually......

Actually........

What? Oh... It felt real, nice, really comforting... My back was squeezed into her gigantic breasts, and the soft sensation sent all the inquiries I had about everything flying out the window. The tits molded against me so closely I could even feel her firm bra in the mix of the juicy consistency of her soft breasts.

I closed my eyes, as the sensation I was in happened to be so relaxing, I entirely failed to notice I was several feet in the cold air, with my neighborhood a hundred feet below me.

Holy shit what the fuck is-

"Shit, I need my suit." The voice of the blond woman mumbled from behind me.

Shifting my head, I saw her. The same beautiful woman, with her blond hair flowing like golden water in the open air; she held me against her in a secure grip.

Wait a second...

Did she say suit?

Hold... Hold on... There's no way...

"Hang here for a second." The flying chick said as if I had a choice in the matter before she released me from her protected grip and flew back towards the earth with deadly speed.

Don't worry, I was following her down too. A tad bit slower, I guess, but it's not like I could decern speed from my perspective. All I knew was the impeding ground was becoming larger and larger by the second.

I could even make out the lines of the sidewalk below me, through the tears my eyes were producing from the wind hitting my face, which was my indicator that I was seconds away from-

*Swooosh*

Blinking, I missed what exactly happened. But I found myself back up in the air, just as quickly as I was dropped. With a rapidly beating heart and fated breath, I attempted to regain some form of composure, which wasn't too simple as I seemed to be thousands of feet above the ground again, being held up by only two arms.

Very, very strong arms mind you, they gripped onto me with such an attachment that felt as though I'd need a gallon's worth of oil to have me slip an inch.

"Sorry about that!" The woman's calm voice breathed into my ear. Which caused a warm shudder to pass through me. "There was a ketchup stain I had to wash out of the suit."

She said it again.

Suit...

There's no way.

Slowly, and extremely hesitantly, I peered my neck back to see the person who's keeping me from falling to my definite ****. And I was greeted by a fucking faceful of booby cleavage. My erection sprang up to a complete hard-on in a fraction of a second, even giving my current situation. There was a massive window of massive cleavage in my face, and my eyes were facing directly between those tits.

I didn't know what to say...

"Th...tha...no...this..."

I licked my lips and looked up to her face. This time, seeing someone entirely different in that flawless appearance.

It's mother fucking Power Girl!

Filled with confusion, and even more questions to boot. I opened my mouth again to attempt a second go at speaking.

But she beat me to it. "I'm gonna figure out what's wrong, okay?" She smiled slightly before switching to a stiff frown. "But if you're faking all this shit to sympathy points out of me. Know that you'll never hear the end of this!"

Power Girl hugged me against her massive tits, which immediately dispelled any stay thoughts that were running through my mind at that second, And sored us off at rocketing speed.