Starting a Faction

Later on that evening, Big Mama and the newly named Peverse T. lay in each other's arms, having thoroughly exhausted each other with a marathon of **** sex. So happy was Big Mama with his performance that she had a high-caloric meal made and they enjoy it in bed. Good solid food and lounging nakedly in each other's embrace the two begin to talk about future plans.

"I'll let you know I'm lovin' this team-up, little honey," says Big Mama, "but what next? The two of us against the world? Could get rough."

"I been thinking about that," says Perverse T. as he, having finished his food, begins to reach over and gently kneed and plump Big Mama's huge tits, "We could use a few more allies. I'll bet we could get the Phat Girls to join us...just a little convincing from us would be all that would take."

"Hmmm," says she, "possible. With them, we'd have an all female tag team and you could pair with any of us for a mixed match, but what about male tag-team?"

"Thought of that, too," says T., "my good friend...the Boyscout."

"What?" says Big Mama, nonplussed.

"Kid's got a lot of potential and he's got the element of surprise on his side," explains T., "all we got to do is rip down those nicey-nice inhibitions of his and get to his true core. If we're...friendly with him, he'll be loyal to us unto **** and we can re-shape him to be highly effective."

The two of them talk and agree on it. They'll have to approach their potential allies, though...