Jason decided he was finished asking questions, his mind pounding with the realization of the world he found himself in. He just decided to give himself time to quietly burn through the stages of grief as he focused on loading the carts with more groceries. He noted absently that they’d grabbed a third cart to handle the overflow, and was amazed at just the sheer amount that there was if nothing else. In the old world, Martha’s credit card would never recover.
“Goodness the twins are really blowing through underwear these days,” Martha said as she dumped the whole rack of panties into the cart, “They really do grow fast at that age. Only three years away from puberty too and they’re already expressing interest in sex.”
“Mom... please...” Jason whimpered, “I can’t right now...”
“Just thinking out loud is all,” Martha replied, “Hmm... maybe hold off on the g-strings until they’re old enough. Honey, do you remember what brand of protein powder your sister likes?”
“M-Muscle Milk,” Jason stammered, “She... I think I remember her saying that was her favorite.”
“So I did get the right bottles,” Martha confirmed, “Thank you dear.”
By this point Jason was about ready to accept his fate. He was a little guy in a family of gross fat giants... in a world where they’re commonplace... and incest is not frowned upon... Never mind, he was still at the bargaining stage of grief.
As if the universe decided he hasn’t had enough, they ran into Janet and Anna by the produce section. Jason felt like he was shrinking when he saw her up close, an eight and a half foot tall globular behemoth with wavy tan hair and boulders for breasts that flopped out of the bottom of her shirt exposing her dinner plate areola and thick nipples. Her mother was an even couple of inches taller with an apron of a belly that nearly dragged on the ground and similar hair to her daughter.
“Thought I recognized you, Jason,” Janet smirked, “How’s your morning going?”
“Oh look at him!” Anna gushed, “He really is as cute as you mentioned!” Jason’s face burned so red that it started glowing.
“Well I do have an eye for that kind of thing,” Janet nodded.
“Oh ho, you think my little Jay-Jay is cute?” Martha asked, “As his mother, that’s certainly flattering to hear!”
“Mom, please!” Jason squealed.
“Mmm, and I can see where he got his good looks from,” Anna said, looking his mother up and down, “Allow me to introduce myself. Annabel Beals, of Swaying Reeds Yoga Studio. You look like someone who might enjoy a little stretching if you know what I mean.”
“Oh you’re a yoga instructor?” Martha giggled, “No wonder those legs look so good! My name’s Martha Smith, former city planning employee. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” Anna nodded, “Gotta say, you rock the unshaven crotch look. European is so in right now!”
“You think so?” Martha blushed, “I read online that a full bush was a sign of good fertility. I didn’t know that it was a European thing!”
“Mom, I’m right here,” Jason squeaked.
“Aww, Jason,” Janet cooed, “You’re like a radioactive tomato! You’re coming with me while our moms get to know each other.” She then picked the undoubtably traumatized boy up and carried him away under her drenching, rancid armpit.
“G-gah!” Jason gasped, “Wh-where are you taking me?”
“The arcade next door,” Janet explaind, “Figured I could get a peak at your little joystick firsthand. Chloe tells me how much she wants you to take her virginity. Well I told her that I would teach you how to please a girl properly. Maybe if she’s there we could three-way. You like that plan?”
“Well, kidnapping isn’t exactly my idea of foreplay,” Jason retorted.
“Oh fine,” Janet sighed as she set the boy down. He stunk to high heaven like greasy armpit.
“Okay... now, not running away,” Jason assured her, “because I want to be clear. I am dating Chloe, and I don’t intend to cheat on her.”
“Hey, I told her about it beforehand and she liked the idea,” Janet shrugged, “It’s not cheating if she’s okay with it, I don’t think. So are you in or what?”
“I... guess I don’t have a choice!” Jason answered exasperatedly, “Okay, I’m in! Sex with a fat, giant bag of gas! This is my life now apparently!”
“Dude, you don’t gotta act like it’s the end of the world,” Janet deadpanned, “I get it. I fart and shit a lot and it turns off neatniks like you, and a lot of little guys are nervous about their first time with an ogre. Let’s just agree to making it a good time for both of us, huh?”