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Chapter 5 by immy2cho immy2cho

Does the swap start?

Not yet

Crash!

You come tumbling out of the closet. A errie silence fills the house.

"Doug?" Lisas concerned voice calls out.

"Sorry mom just getting a snack." You manage to say, stumbling with the words. Would they think you heard them?

"Why dont you come in here real quick?" She calls again.

Oh no.. your legs start moving on auto pilot. Your head a weird paniced static. As you turn the corner into the living room you get a glimps of all the futa moms there. Each with a distinctly different look on their face. If it wasnt for your easedropping.. well itd be confusing to say the least.

Mrs. Sara Underskirt with her large nose and pulled back hair looks like shes will faint at any moment.

Mrs. Debra Deepstroke dressed in her normal tight yoga clothing has an almost.. aloof look.

Mrs. Sharon Johnson, a futa youve known for years is looking down at you from the center of the room, higher than normal as you can see is sporting heels and a tight pair of jeans. Her asian face formed into a calmed confidence.

Mrs. Rachel Rocksteady you dont know well, but as you glance it is hard to not stare at her tight body squeezed into a leopard skin dress, he eyes glinting with madness.

Mrs. Donna Dong, with her perfect curly blonde hair doesnt even seem to notice you came in at all.

Mrs. Charlotte Cherrypopper, the largest futa of the group sits side saddled on a backwards chair leaning forward. You stare a little too long down her plaid shirt.. wow her boobs are fantastic.

Finally, your mom speaks to break a silence. "Doug did you hear what we were talking about?"

Did you hear?

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