A Little Push

By the time the last few boxes were ready to be put away, it was already 4:37. Every single lower floor was cleaned and organized, furniture was positioned to Abigail's specifications, and what was left over, like the couch that they had brought as they had not noticed there was already two couches in the house, was placed in the basement for final assessment. Which surprised both Lara and Aaron, as they thought they wouldn't be able to carry it without an issue. Aaron himself was especially surprised with how easily he was able to pick it up.

Now, all that was left were the last boxes in the individual bedrooms.

As Abigail was digging through her things, she came across an old box of photos, magazines and books. As she shuffled through the stacks, something had caught her eye. Beneath a memory book, a glossy magazine cover gleamed distractingly. Taking the book off, she uncovered something she had thought she had gotten rid of years ago: one of Marvin's favorite porn mags, full of impossibly curvy women who all looked like they lived for nothing but for carnal desire. The cover girl, in particular, seemed to be scientifically made to make everyone as aroused as possible on sight. Long black hair, impossibly wide hips, a clearly fake posterior, absurdly plump lips in a permanent pout, all to somewhat cartoonish figures yet all perfectly balanced.

And in bright red letters, emblazoned across the cover was the name of the model in question: Abby Yore, who was Marvin's favorite model.

A sudden wave of nostalgia overcame Abigail, and she suddenly realized that despite her love joking that she and the model had a lot more in common, she had never actually looked at Ms. Yore's pictures. So, with a little curiosity, she slowly opened the magazine, and flipped to Abby's photo set. And as she looked eyes with the model on the page, it hit her. Her heart beat quickened, she began to breathe heavier, a subtly warmth lit itself in her loins and began to seep through her core. Flipping through the pages, her hand began to slide across her stomach and up to her breasts. As her right hand cupped her tit and slowly began to knead, she closed her eyes and slipped into a dream.

A dream where she imagined herself as Ms. Abby Yore, and her dream lover came back for her.

While Abigail was dreaming of exaggerated beauty and incredible sex, Lara was in her room, putting things away in her closet. As she put the last of her shoes in the shoe rack, she rubbed her tingling knees as she picked herself up off the floor with a grunt and a groan. She lifted her arms and rolled her shoulder, as the tension had been building all day. And as she went to rub her shoulder, her arm accidentally put pressure on her chest, rubbing her nipple with enough pressure for the friction to send cold lightning through her body, granting her a little relief as her body was rocked by a slight orgasm. Her body trembled and slightly seized, forcing Lara to gently bite her lip to stifle a moan as her hand shot out to grab at something, anything, to keep her upright. Blindly knocking something on the shelf above the hanging bar in the closet, making enough of a clatter to draw her attention.

Her eyes went wide as she saw what she had knocked into. With great urgency, Lara's hand quickly snatched up the pump and pulled it off the shelf with the fervency of an addict being given a chance to indulge in that which they have shut themselves off from for so long with seemingly no repercussions. Her eyes took in every inch of her find, as her skin grew flush. For in her hands lay a pristine breast pump, unused, untouched and clean. She could feel her breasts suddenly ache and grow warmer, causing her to moan once more. Reflexively, she pulled the trigger, letting herself revel in the sound of the suction. She was glued to the pump, hands trembling, and a subtle trickle tickling down her thigh.

Aaron, meanwhile, had another problem of his own. The second he was alone, his dick was at the ready, demanding he relieve himself immediately. He was pacing back and forth, trying his damnedest to get his mind off of taking things in hand and jacking off with the energy of a race horse. But with every step, his cock bounced with enough swing to constantly rub the inside of his pants, consistently teasing him. With a frustrated shout, he threw himself backwards onto the bed. He had no clue why he agreed to move in with his family. He had no clue why he was constantly hard. He had no clue why ANYTHING was happening lately.

Sitting up, he put his hands on his face, and sighed as he rubbed his face. With a shrug and a flex, he noticed something that had gotten by him before: the way his belly was sticking out. Not terribly overweight, but still somewhat hefty, he had been promising himself that he would start exercising, treating himself right. But for the past couple years, he had been noticeably depressed. Snacking, a sedentary lifestyle, and more than a little self-wallowing had taken its toll.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. He was in a new place, with the ones he loved, and plenty to do around here. And that meant he had to take responsibility for himself.

"No time like the present," he mumbled to himself with a slight look of determination. Sliding off the bed and onto the floor, he laid on his stomach, placed his arms parallel to his shoulders, and with a grunt and some effort began to do some push-ups. By the time he got to five, he noticed how much easier it was starting to get. With rep 6, he imagined himself in shape, jacked and surrounded by women that were fawning all over him. By rep 7, the women were reduced to half. Rep 8, halved again. Rep 9, it was down to two incredibly beautiful women. One an absolute exaggeration of a woman he would do anything for, with impossible curves whose head was in crotch, lapping at his dick through his pants, utterly worshiping the massive pillar of masculinity that lay between his legs. And the other, the most endowed woman he had ever laid eyes on, her massive tits obscuring a full view of her face which was clearly thrown back in ecstasy as he tasted the sweet full nectar that flowed heavily from within. His hand was on her stomach, taut and full with the life that grew within her womb.

Sudden fluttering let him know that he was wrong. The LIVES that grew within her womb.

At rep 10, with a sudden flash of white, the women were quickly replaced by two women that he was all too familiar with, as his cock released a flood of cum that shot all over his grandma's gleeful and delighted face and open mouth, and his mother screamed out in orgasm as her body began to spasm, and milk sprayed out from her tits. Kicked out of his imagination at the sight, Aaron dropped to the floor and rolled to his side, letting the burn of effort wash over his back, shoulders and chest as his chest heaved with the demand of oxygen from his lungs for a second. He scrambled to get up, perturbed by the fantasy that assailed him, quickly making his way to the bathroom to take a long, cold shower and wash away the confusion he was beginning to feel.