Speaking of a plethora.

Author note: I wanted to confirm my understanding of the word "plethora", and after a brief internet search was gratified by the confirmation of my mental definition. I was also amused by the second definition, "An excess of blood in the circulatory system or in one organ or area."

As John climbed the stairs, Aidea's projection appeared in front of him an began pretending to climb the stairs. The staggering image of her ass in that skintight bodysuit, swaying and bouncing as she climbed, nearly caused him to fall back down the stairs. He realized he hadn't had a good look at her ass earlier, and was struck dumb both physically and mentally at it's glorious shape and projection. Words having failed to describe it's awesomeness, his cock's response to the wave of arousal that washed over his groin showed his appreciation by pitching a hilarious tent that would make it hard to pass through the narrow basement door if he decided to walk sideways.

It didn't make walking harder though, which meant the clothing-adjusting rule was working well.

John ruefully toggled his erection suppression rule on and opened the basement door, turning left to head down the long, cold, service hallway to the kitchen on the other side of the house.

As John entered the kitchen still focused on staring at Aidea's projected ass, her hips swaying from side to side in front of him, he almost missed Barbi's gaze lingering on his groin.

"That can't be real", thought Barbi. "He must be stuffing his pants for some perverted reason. Mom would never miss a cock that size for years. Although she has despised him since she married his dad...maybe that blinded her? Maybe he's had a growth spurt? Do men get growth spurts at his age?" The sight of John's bulging groin brought the fantasies of minutes earlier back, and she pressed her legs together, promising herself she'd wear Robert out once John was fed. And maybe fantasize about that dream version of John before bed. "If that was real, it'd be even bigger than my fantasy." Perhaps her fantasy needed an upgrade.

Barbi shook her head slightly to clear her horny thoughts. If she didn't get this stupid chore over with, Robert might head to her mom's room.

Barbi dismissed John's groin for now, writing it off as him playing a sick prank by stuffing what looked like half his underwear supply down his pants, and pointed at the chair facing the camera. "Sit down and start eating, I'll give you both pop-tarts if you finish inside 15 minutes, but any longer and you only get one."