The climb was not easy. You were by no means unfit, or a poor climber (having to scale things the size of houses tends to build stamina after all), but clambering up through the open window took a lot out of you.
As such, you were really hoping that the occupant of this house A, noticed you quickly, and B, was informed about your arrival ahead of time. If not, you could be in for a dangerous day, especially now that you were outside of the range of the academy's protection spells. The last thing you wanted was to be crushed in-between a pair of breasts, or flattened beneath an unassuming ass, or trampled underfoot (or underhoof, in some cases)
The sound of tremors approaching quickly snapped you out of all the ways you could meet an untimely demise in the unfamiliar environment you found yourself in. As they grew closer, you could make out the sound more clearly. The general tremors became hoofbeats, as the person who lived here approached ever closer.
Zebras? No. When you hear hoofbeats, think-
Before you could finish your Medicine 101 analogy, your vision was eclipsed by the figure of an enormous horse. Or, well, half a horse. The bottom half was a horse, of course, of course, but the top half was much more like you. This was Cece's mom, Samantha, and what a mom she was! As you sat back on the window sill, still catching your breath from the climb, you gazed up at her and took in her full figure.
An impressive rack, about on par with your minotaur friend.
A face that was almost as youthful as her daughter's, save for the appearance of some slight bags under her eyes, and a few wrinkles.
But the real attention grabber was in the rear, literally. Her huge rump, that somehow managed to look both plush and muscular at the same time. It could be used to knock down walls, break tables, level cities!
.....really?
OK, maybe not that last one. But the sheer heft of this MILF's haunches could not be overstated. Why, if she was even half as oblivious as her daughter, she'd send you packing with one wayward booty bump.
It was at this point you realised that you had maybe been staring a little too much.
"Ahem." a voice called, polite yet stern. It was the owner of the ass that you were still ogling.
Look up. Butts don't speak, genius.
Startled by the sound, you broke your gaze with her back end, only to look skyward and meet the disapproving stare of the mature centauress. Judging by the look in your eyes, she was sizing you up as well.
"Hmm, short, human, conventionally attractive male. You must be Jeffery." So she knew you were coming, thank goodness for that. Or rather, thank Cece, she must have called ahead and informed her mother- wait did she say attractive?
As you tear yourself away from your thoughts, you notice that her cold glare had softened significantly, to the point where you no longer feared being deliberately crushed under her bountiful bosom or that prodigious posterior.
"Hi, yes, I'm Jeff, Cece sent me!" you called up to her, hoping your voice would carry far enough.
"What? Hold on dear, let me get closer, I can't quite hear you." She said softly, thankfully aware of how loud her normal voice would be at your size. Suddenly, her face moved much closer to your perch on the window sill. "Much better, now what were you saying?"
"Cece sent me, she thought you might be feeling a bit lonely?" you asked. Since all the students lived on campus, it was not uncommon for some of their parents to feel lonely in the absence of their children. Cece's mom lived close, sure, but Cece herself had admitted that she hadn't visited in about a month, studying for midterms was taking up most of her time.
"Oh, how lovely!" The equine woman beamed, a far cry from her earlier cold demeanour. "Well, if you've been sent here to keep me company, you could help me with some chores!" She said, momentarily forgetting the size difference between you two. The suddenly increasing volume of her voice was enough to knock you down, which was something that did not go unnoticed by the mom.
"Ooh, sorry about that dear, hold on just a moment." Her voice is much quieter now as you regain your footing, and she appears to be concentrating on you with a much greater intensity than a moment ago. What was she up to?
A warm golden glow surrounds you, before fading. What was that? "Just a simple protection spell dear, Redflame and I go way back. I'm not as good as her of course, but it should hold out for at least a day." She was clearly quite proud of her handiwork, hopefully she was as good as she thought she was.
"Now, time for chores!" She claps her hands together. Thanks to the newly applied protection spell, you were able to withstand the force with ease. Looks like it wasn't just talk after all! The thought of chores was somewhat concerning for you. Was she meaning just helping out around the house, or did she have some shopping to get done?
Helping Out Around The House:
You weren't exactly sure how helpful you could be at this scale, especially depending what she wanted help with. Laundry, perhaps? Or maybe cleaning some tough to reach spots?
Shopping Trip:
She did ask for company, after all. And she needed to restock the pantry, which meant a trip to the local grocery store was in order! Luckily it was close, so you wouldn't have to drive anywhere, but it may not be the safest
place even with the centaur mom's spell.
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