A syrupy mess and aunt hills.

Leave it to Laylah's family to make something as simple as going up the stairs awkward. Laura and Lin's lazy pace up the stairs meant Milly's squirrely scamper caught up to them quick. The two larger ladies reflexively resisted her attempt to push past them, likely trying to find her pants or at least get out of view of the only man around, and for a second they all struggled together in the door frame, cheek-to-cheek. Like an M-rated Three Stooges, Milly's modest rear-end was sandwiched next to Laura's perky posterior on one side, the two of them both shamed by Lin's wide and wobbling wagon taking up the other half of the doorway out into the hall. With a hip check she nudged them both aside and made her way forward with a cocky swing in her walk, Milly squeaking as she collided with Laura, before darting of with the half-asleep beauty behind her.

"These girls, I swear," came Sharon's voice from over David's shoulder. He glanced behind himself, expecting a warm if bemused smile, but the warmth came entirely from his face when he saw that his friend's mom had left her robe behind. He whipped his head back around so his wandering eyes wouldn't get poked out (Sharon's chest was going to be at his eye level if he didn't hurry up and take his next step, plus apparently it had been just a little chillier in the basement than the rest of the house) but Laylah was making her way up ahead of him, and all he got was an eyeful of his best friend's bouncing butt as she ascended. With his eyes on his feet, David finally made it up out of the basement. He raised his head slowly; even with those two now behind him, there were still three other naked women running around. He quickly found out his math was off.

"Kelly, please!"

"C'mon, quit bein' such a baby! I told you this would happen!"

Back in the kitchen, two grown women were fighting over a stained pink nightgown, the smell of syrup heavy in the air. The thinner of the two women was also the least dressed-- Margaret, the nightgown apparently having been the only thing she was wearing, had a desperate hold on it's hem and was doing her damndest to keep Kelly from ripping it away from her entirely. If David had been worried Sharon would put his eye out, then the bouncing bazookas before him would've taken his head off if he got close enough. Not that he'd admit to thinking about putting his face anywhere near them. It was only a quick cough from Sharon that caused her sisters to look up, and the instant Margaret saw David standing there her hands released the nightgown to whip her arms around her chest.

"OH! Oh, I-I'm so sorry!" she started, a nervous titter in her voice. Her breasts were bulging out to the top and bottom of her arms, but despite her deep red blush, she made no effort to cover up the thick patch of brown hair between her legs. Either it was the family quirk of forgetting whether they were going commando, or she just had a very particular set of priorities. "We-- We were just--"

"Little goody two-shoes forgot about her two left feet," Kelly said, rubbing her back, having stumbled backwards into the counter when her sister suddenly let go of her sleepwear. "And when she went to start cleanin' up, even though I told her to leave it for the kids, she crashed face first into a pile of flapjacks." Kelly held up the pink nightgown, a sticky patch of syrup running from the chest downwards, and then snickered. "Well, not face first, 'xactly. If they weren't flat before...."

"Kelly, shush!" Margaret interrupted, glancing back and forth between David and Kelly.

"I'm just sayin'! We're lucky the plate didn't crack!" Kelly cackled, tossing the nightgown to her daughter. "Go get that in the laundry, before it stains." With on last satisfied laugh, Kelly leaned her side against the counter and put her hand down to steady herself....

splurrrrrrt

"Jeez, Mom, we got a guest!"

"Oh fffff...frickin', not another word."

Kelly was a lot of lady, and when she'd stumbled back into the counter, it'd been more than enough impact to knock over a bottle of syrup. When she'd leaned back, happy to 'help' her sister despite her protests, she'd put her hand and a solid portion of her weight down onto it, popping the top and sending a blast of syrup all over her side, soaking into her shirt and pants. With a sigh, and a shrug, she walks towards and past Lin while grabbing the nightgown back, whipping her top off at the same time, while a slightly vindicated Margaret titters behind her. Her breasts, not as proportionally as big as Margaret's, are still just as round as the rest of her, and David can't help but keep looking as she walks past him over to the basement door, hooks her thumbs into her waistband, and sheds her cheetah-print. If Lin was wide, Kelly was double-wide, her bottoms slowly peeling down her fat cheeks before finally slumping down the rest of the way once they'd cleared the cleft.

"Hey buddy. Eyes up here."

David snapped to attention as Kelly kicked the pants up into the air and caught them, a ripple going through her whole body as she did. Her brows were furrowed, but before she disappeared down into the laundry room, she smirked, and he could hear her chuckling echo as she headed down the stairs.

With the last two dominoes fallen, NOW David was officially in a house full of naked women.