No, he’s interrupted

Before Ethan could take off the Ring, he heard his mom’s voice suddenly call out from downstairs.

“Ethan! Lunch is ready! Come down before it gets cold! And Mrs.Jackson’s here with some cookies, come down before your sister eats them all!” She called out. “Fuck. I can’t go down looking like this!” He said, cupping the chocolate masses hanging from his chest. He had to hide them, until he could figure out what the hell happened.

****

A few moments later, Ethan walked into the dining room, now wearing an oversized sweatshirt, and underneath it, a shirt, followed by an under shirt, along with a couple napkins. He didn’t want his little problem to start leaking through his clothes right at the dinner table, especially not in front of his family.

His mom walked in, carrying a large bowl of pasta and meatballs, followed by his sister, carrying some plates and utensils. As he sat down, his mom raised an eyebrow at his apparel.

“Ethan honey, it’s a little too warm to be dressing like that right now. You feeling alright?” She said, as she set down the bowl. She checked his forehead to gauge his temperature.

“Uh, no mom, I’m okay! Just felt like it was a little chilly in the attic!” He said, trying to present a calm demeanor. Even now, as he folded his arms, he could feel the soft pillowy flesh beneath his layers. It wasn’t immediately apparent that he was stacked, but if he moved his arms away, it was fairly noticeable.

His mom shrugged, and continued setting the table for dinner. “Oh, and Mrs.Jackson had to leave, but she left some cookies in the kitchen. If you have some time today, don’t forget to drop by and help her feed the baby.” She said matter of factly.

Ethan stared blankly at his mom. “Help her feed the baby?” He repeated questioningly.

“Well yes, babies need milk and you happen to be making some. Oh don’t act all embarrassed, it’s perfectly natural! You can just put it in a bottle if you’re so scared!” She said, seeing his shocked expression. “Boobs aren’t just for getting girls you know, they have a biological purpose.”

“Eww mom, can we not talk about Ethan’s boobs at the dinner table?” Emily said, making a disgusted face as she sat down. “It’s bad enough he’s bigger than me, I don’t need to hear about it when I’m trying to enjoy lunch!” She started piling pasta onto her plate.

Ethan remained silent, trying to understand what was going on. For some reason or the other, his mom and sister both seemed to know about his chest. Furthermore, they even seemed to think that it was normal that he had them. And then there was another thing; Mrs.Jackson. She was black, and had given birth recently.

Which could only mean the tits on his chest were hers.

Ethan would’ve continued to stay silently shocked, had he not noticed his mom giving him a look. “You okay, honey?” As she served him some pasta.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll pay a visit to the Jackson’s later.” He said. He tried to enjoy his lunch, but his mind was awash with confusion, of how this had happened?