A Frantic Rush through the Tavern

You follow Arabelle into the bar area, which was now far more busy than it was earlier. You hear cat calling as you pass by the tables and some unknown person pinches your thigh right under your diaper.

Arabelle looks over to the kitchens behind the bar and says to you, "Baby why don't you head upstairs to Mommy's room. I've gotta go talk to your Auntie Clara about something real quick."

You say hesitantly "Uh yeah.. okay, I'll just... yeah..", and you awkwardly walk off and begin heading in the direction of the stairs while Arabelle bolts for the kitchen.

You briefly wonder if this is your moment to escape, but shelve the idea, instantly aware of the fact that far worse might happen without Arabelle to protect you, especially dressed like THIS. You then begin wondering if you were even safe on your own inside the tavern.

You get about three steps before a hand grasps onto your wrist. You hear a woman's voice say "Hey sweet thing, is the little baby lost?"

You look over and a red haired bulky woman is sitting at one of the tables with two of her friends. They all look like big ladies that could rip you in half if they wanted and all have steins of ale in their hands. Another of the women says in a mocking tone "Are you looking for your mommy little boy?"

The red haired woman with her hand grasping your wrist says "Oh don't worry cutie, I can be your mommy for the night."

You say to the ladies "Sorry, I was just heading upstairs, and I really need to go so..". You point towards the stairs, looking at them mournfully as you unsuccessfully try to talk your way out of drunken confrontation.

You hear the woman say behind you, "Nonsense sissy. Here, come sit on Big Momma's lap."

You look back over to the woman and she's pulled her erect cock out of her unlaced trousers and is holding it up expectantly. It was only about 10 inches, but it was hard as a rock, the head throbbing purple.

Your eyes go wide and you visibly begin to panic and try to break her grip. You say "I-I'm really sorry, I'm in a h-h-hurry"

The women at the table laugh at your reaction and the woman's grip loosens just enough for you to pull away. She calls out to you "Too bad, come find me if you need some TLC tonight. I only bite a little!.."

You hurry to escape to the stairwell and bolt up the stairs, not wanting to look to see if the women were chasing you.