Every man for himself

Between the difficulties you'd face climbing up the salon table and the strong urge to stay away from that pool of cum you decide you've gotta look out for yourself first. If he wanted to escape he just had to unlatch that harness and slide down one of the table legs. All that horrid slime could at least lubricate his descent. Without wasting another moment you continue your trek towards the entrance hall and hopefully towards blessed freedom.

"W... Wait."

A haggard voice stands out amidst the noise of the TV and the snoring of your mom. You look up to see the squirming man staring straight back at you.

"You... Are you?"

"Getting the hell out of here, yes. And if you don't wanna die I suggest you take off that harness and follow suit." You hiss back, trying to raise your voice as little as possible.

The man seemed lost and confused, barely able to process your words. Whatever. You had bigger things to worry about. Like where the hell would you go next? Once you're outside it'd be just a matter of time before a curious cat or other animal would find you. You had to find somebody that would help you get back to normal. Maybe your neighbors could get you to a hospital or something.

You glance over to the shrunken man chained to Hannah's cock one more time. You've never seen him before in your life. And both mom and Kim seemed way too comfortable treating you as a pet and/or toy. How many other men have endured similar treatment from them? And if the neighbors never noticed or raised a fuss, were they in on it too? Suddenly the overly friendly demeanor of Ms. Carlyle felt alien and suspicious. Ever since the revelation that every woman in this house sports a bigger dick than you there was this lingering fear. What if it's not just this house? What if the whole neighborhood is in on it? Or the whole world? Could every woman on earth be more well-endowed than you? A grim specter of the future, but hopefully just that. For now the neighbors remained the best option. Even if Ms. Carlyle were to make you her pet, there's a chance she won't. You can't say the same for your family.

Almost on cue your mother stirs a little in her sleep, a hand wandering down to her shaft to rub it a little. The loose foreskin makes an array of disgusting slurping noises, soaked in the aftermath of her last bit of fun. For a brief moment you imagine being stuck in those folds, heavy skin pressing you against sensitive flesh. You shudder at the thought. After finding yourself devoured or close to it a few times by Big Willy you were positive you didn't want to see anyone else's dick ever again.

A faint squelch announces another spurt of pungent slime dribbling out from that horrid cock. Any unfortunate souls trapped in there would be at risk of drowning in her juices. It spurred you on to go even faster, keeping a solid pace across the living room floor. At least it didn't look like that bit of action woke her up fully. You were out from under the table, dashing across open space. nowhere to hide. Soon you'd reach the doorway and be out of sight.