Too late he is tripping in the desert

Waking up you adjusted your over inflated beach ball sized breasts in your thong-kini top and stumbled around like a disoriented drunk toddler. Shuffling out of your bedroom door you feel on your fake monster tits to hearing Tina trying to comfort Gina between sobbing. Finally managing to stumble your way into the living room despite your disorientation you couldn’t believe what you saw your daughters had changed drastically.

Tina was a weakened sunken cheeked bag of bones and Gina was a hyper obese immobile blob who broke the recliner and could barely open her eyes to see through her bloated face. Speaking through labored heavy gasps Gina who was completely naked having ripped through her clothes hours ago spoke and Tina probably would have but she was too weak at this point to even prop her head up.

“Mom..gasp. Mike …wheeze..tryin..gasp..kill us!”

Gina struggled to lift her rotund meaty arms and could only half gesture at the letter in Tina’s weak grasp. Stumbling with **** difficulty to maneuver and manage you cartoonishly large breasts and ass you managed to snatch the letter from Tina’s bony limp hand. You struggled to read it because your brain felt fuzzy but eventually doing so you couldn’t believe what he wrote:

Dear mother and sisters you are all self centered manipulative narcissists so I’m leaving you three like this for a few days to teach you a lesson about wants in contrast to needs, no you won’t die just suffer for a while. I had hoped the negative effects to your petulant vain requests would serve a lesson but you all were too busy serving yourselves. I’m taking peyote in a desert, sufficed to say that none of you have any strength to do so besides our disoriented brain dead bimbo mother but don’t look for me I’m cooling my jets and finding myself.

-MIKE

Weakly Tina asked in a barely audible lull

“What are we gonna do momma?”