Mommy's Home Ch. 01

Yuri heard a loud "Woah!" from Vicky, felt something warm and firm pressing into her chest, and the falling stopped. She opened her eyes, blinking, and realized it was Vicky's arm- the towering amazon was holding her up with one powerful, muscular limb, Yuri's breasts squeezing around it under her weight.

"Whew! That was close! Didn't mean to scare ya..." Vicky muttered as she quickly helped Yuri back to her feet and took a step back, giving Yuri the chance to get a proper look at her savior. The towering, muscle-bound woman wore a slightly apologetic smile. She dressed in her usual casual clothes, which Yuri still disapproved of, though she'd mostly given up trying to insist on more modest attire. Her top had once been a simple black punk rock band t-shirt, before she' cut off the sleeves and the bottom third, now a sleeveless crop-top that draped over her enormous bust and hung loosely like a curtain, the front riding high enough to offer a clear look at her rippling abs and the occasional glimpse of braless underboob. Her hands came to rest on her hips, just above the low-riding waistband of a pair of loose, dark blue basketball shorts that reached nearly to her knees- an odd shape seemed to distort the fabric in the front.

Yuri realized her eyes were lingering and quickly collected herself, giving Vicky a warm, grateful smile. "No no, thank you for catching me! That could have been quite dangerous!"

"You just looked like you were having some trouble..." Vicky explained, then glanced over Yuri's shoulder. "...You want some help with that now?" She asked, and Yuri looked back, only to see the laundry hamper upended, halfway across the foyer, dirty clothes strewn all over between here and there.

Yuri sighed, then turned to vicky with a slightly apologetic smile of her own. "...If you'd be so kind." she replied as she turned around and bent over, starting to pick up errant clothes. Vicky quickly joined in, and between the two of them, the stray clothes were gathered in no time and the hamper refilled. Satisfied, she reached for the hamper, only to be cut off as Vicky stepped forward and scooped it up with one hand.

"Oh no, I got it this time!" Vicky said with a chuckle as she set the hamper on one of her broad shoulders and grinned. "After you, Miss M." Vicky urged, gesturing for her to lead on.

Yuri gave a small laugh. "Alright, dear, I suppose if you insist." She replied with a smile before starting toward the laundry room, the towering blue-haired woman following her close behind as they headed through the living room and into the laundry room. As they arrived, Vicky set the basket on the washer and flashed a grin at Yuri. Yuri smiled back, then paused. "You know, as long as I'm doing laundry anyways, would you like me to do yours as well?" She offered.

Vicky's grin brightened. "Oh, shit, really? That'd be great! I mean, I don't wanna give you more work, but..."

"Language, dear." Yuri chided, then shook her head and gave a small laugh. "Of course, it's fine! Doing three people's laundry is just as much work as doing two. Besides, why run the washer three times when you can do it twice instead?" She asked, rhetorically, then shook her head. She didn't know why Masao suddenly decided he didn't want her doing his laundry anymore, but it seemed silly to her. She sighed, internally. It was probably just some sort of teenager thing.

"Right, sorry." Vicky muttered with a sheepish grin. "Gimme just a sec!" she added, turning away and half-jogging off toward the basement door.

While she was away, Yuri turned to the laundry basket and began to sort, her mind turning to Vicky. Overall, she was glad she'd decided to give the young woman a chance, despite the... less-than-ideal first impression. She'd been an almost perfect tenant- apart from the... revealing clothes she wore around the house. Vicky had gotten high-grade soundproofing installed all through the basement so she wasn't making noise and bothering anyone. The kids had certainly seemed to warm up to her pretty quickly, though it was still a bit awkward at times. She didn't make much of a mess, either... and she was even willing to help out around the house from time to time! Honestly, she spent most of her time down in the basement, either playing games on her computer (which she'd bought since arriving), or... working.

A crease formed between Yuri's brows, her lips tightening. Working... Yuri still didn't actually know exactly what Vicky did for her 'work'. Whenever she asked, Vicky got evasive, usually finding some excuse to avoid the conversation entirely. Vicky also insisted on absolute privacy- the basement door now had a key lock, and it remained locked unless she was actively allowing someone in. It wasn't a huge issue, obviously, she paid her rent and a generous security deposit easily, and when Yuri had been down there, it seemed clean enough. While she didn't want to force the issue, her curiosity was growing with each passing day, nagging at her, and it was starting to get frustrating. She knew it was online, Vicky wasn't driving to an office anywhere, though she'd been talking about buying a car recently... Whatever it was, it obviously paid very well- Vicky certainly didn't seem concerned about spending money. The soundproofing, the new computer, the gym equipment that kept getting delivered and moved into the basement, plus this talk of a car... none of it could have been cheap! Yuri chewed her lip as she separated light and dark clothes, pondering the mystery.

"I got it!" Vicky suddenly announced as she emerged from the basement once more with her laundry basket in hand, quickly heading over to the laundry room and presenting her prize to Yuri with a grin.

"Thank you, dear." She replied, then blinked as a thought occurred to her. "Oh! Would you do me a favor and get a new bottle of detergent down from the cupboard for me, so I don't have to bring out the stepladder?" She asked, pointing to a cupboard up above her.

Vicky grinned again. "Of course! 'Scuse me!" She said, quickly stepping up behind Yuri and reaching for the cupboard before Yuri even had a chance to move out of the way.

Apparently, either the shelf was higher than Vicky had expected, or Yuri had put on more weight than she had thought- for a moment, Vicky's hips pressed squarely against Yuri's thick, round ass. They both stiffened, eyes widening. Time seemed to freeze for an instant... then started again, as Vicky hurriedly pushed up onto her tiptoes to get a little extra height, grabbed the bottle, and swiftly stepped back.

"...Oh, shit!" Vicky suddenly declared, after a moment's silence, raising one arm and looking at her bare wrist, a look of shock on her face. "I gotta run, I got a... work... thing..." She declared, spinning around and making a swift exit toward the basement. Yuri was still frozen. There was... something. Something didn't feel right about that moment. But she couldn't place it. She went over the moment again in her mind. It wasn't the feeling of a large, powerful presence at her back, or the warmth and firmness of Vicky's body, or the scent of her hair as it had brushed past her face... of her... It was something... pressed against her. Maybe something in Vicky's pocket? What could it have been? And why was she feeling... tingly?

Yuri shook her head, turning her attention back to the dirty laundry. The laundry. She was doing the laundry. She could think about... whatever that was, later. Suddenly she realized the basket in front of her was empty, clothes fully sorted, and had been for a moment, she'd just been too distracted to notice. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about it, about Vicky... something about the young woman was so... distracting... She grabbed Vicky's basket, lifting it up to the top of the washer and starting to sort it out, as well.

Sorting Vicky's laundry was even more distracting than thinking about Vicky! Every once in a while Yuri caught a whiff of something... nutty. She couldn't place it, but when she pressed the fabric to her nose to get a better sniff, it made something flutter in her core. As she turned a pair of Vicky's black jeans right-side-out, suddenly, a movement caught her eye. Something falling, fluttering- a tiny, rectangular piece of paper, tumbling end-over end as it slowly sank to the floor. It hit the ground and stopped moving, and only now could Yuri recognize it- a business card. The background was a solid royal blue, and in the center, 'Vicky Hyde' was spelled out in graffiti-style script, the letters colored with a gradient of dark blue and electric blue that instantly reminded Yuri of Vicky's hair, outlined in jagged, thick black lines. Yuri knelt down and picked it up, looking closer at it, before flipping it over. It was white on the back, with plain black lettering that gave her email, her InstaTwit handle, a couple hashtags... and a web address, a profile on a site called... ChatHub? She'd never heard of it before...

Yuri stared for a moment, then shook her head. No, this was wrong. Sure, she was curious- really, really curious- but if Vicky wasn't comfortable telling her about her work, it wouldn't be right to spy on her behind her back. She shouldn't.

Trying to distract herself, Yuri forced herself to go back to working on the laundry, but soon enough, the laundry was in the washer... and she was out of distractions. The internet, she resolved. The internet was full of distractions, surely there would be something to take her mind off the woman in her basement. She quickly left the laundry room and made her way up the stairs toward her room, and her desk... as she mounted the steps, she felt something in her pocket poke into her thigh. Confused, she reached in, and pulled out what turned out to be the business card! She must have... tucked it into her pocket without thinking. As she stepped into her room and closed the door, she paused for a moment to turn the latch and lock it. She wasn't sure why- perhaps some part of her knew what she was about to do as she made her way over to her desk, Vicky's business card in hand.

And yet, even as Yuri told herself she would respect Vicky's privacy, she found her fingers dancing across the keys to type the address into Bingle, and her cursor moving to the link that came up, hovering there. The temptation was so strong, her curiosity demanded satisfaction, but she knew she shouldn't. Something told her she'd regret this. But... What if it was something illegal? It might be drugs! Or gambling! Whatever it was, Vicky could be putting the entire family at risk just by being here! Yes. Yes! Yuri needed to find out what it was to protect her family. She'd sworn to protect them, to never let anything hurt them again- this was for their protection. No other reasons... She clicked.

The page had a dark background, the logo in the center-top, the name 'ChatHub' in white block letters, with the latter half of the word enclosed in an orange box that looked vaguely like an old-fashioned television. Below it, a bulleted list of legal jargon and a large red button reading 'I am 18+'. Without thinking, Yuri's cursor moved over the button and clicked. Now, the page opened. A blue gradient banner ran across the top, with the name 'Vicky Hyde' written out in the same jagged graffiti-style letters as on her business card. Below, there were video thumbnails... but before Yuri had a chance to read the titles, or take a closer look, a black box suddenly opened in the center of the screen, then expanded until it nearly filled the screen- on one side, a chat window appeared, and at the bottom, video controls popped into existence, along with a little red dot labeled 'Live'.

[The window was black for a long moment before it began to brighten to a royal blue field, fading to black at the upper edges. 'Vicky Hyde' appeared in the center, in that same graffiti-style lettering as her business card, gradient dark blue to electric blue letters, with thick black outlines. The words 'Stream starting soon' hovered in the lower-right corner. A pixel-art cityscape lit with neon pink formed along the bottom edge of the screen. Suddenly, a pixel art depiction of Vicky herself came crashing in from offscreen, twice as tall as the buildings. Her sprite gave a silent, animated roar, or perhaps a maniacal laugh, and began stomping around the city like godzilla, glowing blue eyes leaving trails of light as she moved. ]

[MommysBoy: Hype

BigDaddy: Hype!

Blayz420: Poggers

Doinker: Surprise stream?!]

Yuri's worried expression cracked into a small smile. The little pixel version of Vicky stomping around was honestly kinda cute, and quite well done! For a moment, she forgot about why she was watching this, and simply enjoyed the sight.

[The scene only lasted a little less than a minute, before it faded out and was replaced by a familiar face- Vicky's. She was holding the camera, which seemed to be her phone, out at arm's length and about shoulder-height, making her look like she was looming over the viewer, looking down at them. She looked uncertain for a moment, but it quickly resolved into a smile as she confirmed the stream was working properly. Then, she spoke. ]

[Simp69: Mommy!

SexKitten02: Mommy!

MommysBoy:!Viewers

StreamBot: @MommysBoy There are currently 125 people watching! ]

["Sup, bitches~!" Vicky purred in a sultry sing-song tone, her smile twisting into a wicked, cocky, slightly sadistic grin, her features framed by her wild mane of blue hair. "Mommy's home!"]

[Doinker: Hype

Anon: Mommy!]

Yuri felt a shiver run up her spine.

[Vicky's grin softened again, just a little, and she raised the phone a little higher, providing a better view of her deep cleavage. Behind her was a familiar background- the basement, specifically the corner of it Vicky had recently turned into a home gym, pieces of two walls covered with full-length mirrored panels with various weight racks, benches, padding, and a hanging punching bag between them. As the camera moved, the light shone off her sculpted muscles revealing a sheen of sweat on her pale skin.]

[Anon: Mommy!

Blayz420: Mommy!

FuckDoll donated 200 shinies!

BoiSlut: Mommy!

BetaMale: Mommy!

AlphaMale: @BetaMale Cuck]

["Y'all sure showed up quick! Clicked that notification real fast, huh?" She asked with a teasing grin. "Heh, good bitches~!" She purred with a small chuckle. ]

[Blayz420 donated 500 shinies!

MegaMilk: Mommy!]

[She paused for a moment, then smiled again. "Hey, thanks for the shinies, FuckDoll and... Blayz420!" She commented briefly before returning to her original train of thought. "Just so you know, this shouldn't be a long stream- I'll let y'all get back to work or class or whatever pretty soon, and tonight's stream will happen at the same time as always." She explained, then chuckled, grinning wider with playful eagerness. "Heh. I just need to blow off a little steam real quick. Figured y'all might enjoy the show."]

[BetaMale: STFU Alpha

AlphaMale: Make me Beta bitch

MommysBoy: Come on, don't start again

BoiSlut: I'm skipping class to watch this

Anon: O shit

Anon: HYPE]

["Alright, now let's get things started, huh? Gimme a sec to change the stream input." Vicky muttered, taking a breath and bringing the phone in closer, her bright blue eyes looking directly into the camera for a moment before she closed her eyes. Suddenly her eyelids snapped open again, and now her eyes were glowing! Her irises were ringed in twin circles of electric blue light, staring straight into the phone. A moment later, the image changed- now the view was centered on her phone, and on the phone's screen, the stream was visible, creating an endless mirror effect as the phone on the phone showed a phone, which showed a phone...]

[MommysBoy donated 500 shinies!

SexKitten02 donated 500 shinies!

Anon: What?

SubBoy: wtf?

MegaMilk: That shit's so cool

Blayz420: Woah

Blayz420: Trippy]

[The POV turned away from the phone, toward one of the mirrors lining the walls, revealing Vicky standing here, eyes glowing unnaturally as she set her phone aside on a weight bench- it was no longer necessary. "How's that, bitches? Everything's looking good to me." she commented, grinning to herself in the mirror. "In more ways than one." She added, the towering amazonian woman in the mirror striking a pose, flexing, her sculpted muscles gleaming as they grew even more pronounced.]

[Anon: Woah!

Anon: WFT?!

SubBoy: Yo WTF?

Anon: How she do that?

MommysBoy: Robot

Doink: Cyborg]

[Vicky held the pose for a moment, before straightening up, smirking. "Looks like we got some new bitches in the chat. Check this shit out." She commented, the reflection stepping forward as the POV drew closer to the mirror. Vicky leaned forward, bringing the POV closer and closer until it was staring directly into her glowing eye's reflection. At this range, in the center of a ring of tiny lights, one could make out the geometric lines of a bright blue mechanical iris. The whites of the eye were a little too perfectly uniform white, the surface detailed with extremely fine red circuitry lines that could pass for capillaries, viewed at arm's length. "Fuckin' rad, right?" Vicky grinned.]

[BoiSlut: I feel tall

SlutBoi: @BoiSlut Evil twin!

Anon: woah

Simp69:

SexKitten02: Eye Time

Anon:

BigDaddy: ]

Yuri's eyes were wide. She wasn't crazy, Yuri's eyes DID flash! She'd seen them do it when she first arrived, and she'd caught glimpses of flashes here and there, but she never saw it clearly enough to be sure she wasn't seeing things.

["It's not just the eyes, actually, there's a whole bunch of shit in here." Vicky explained, tapping the side of her head as she straightened up again. "There's some stuff to relay all this footage to my phone or my computer, but mostly stuff that activates when I'm recording to make the footage actually watchable. The lights, obviously, plus some stuff to keep my eyes from darting around too fast, to stabilize the focus, to override my blinking impulse, stuff like that. Even some stuff in my neck to improve stabilization when I'm moving..."]

[MommysBoy:

Anon: <0>

Simp69: HERESY

Anon: wtf thats rad

Anon: Eye Time

Anon: Eye see]

Vicky trailed off for a moment, then chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, bitches, I see all those eyes in chat, I'm not just gonna talk about my eyes for an hour again- even though they are totally badass, for the record!" Vicky added, pointing at the mirror. Her smirk slowly turned mischievous, and she looked into her reflection with a knowing look in her glowing eyes. "Y'all are here for a show, after all." Vicky took a step back from the mirror until her entire body was back in frame, striking a seductive pose, one hand coming up to trail a finger up and down the deep valley of her sculpted abs "Well, bitches, which is first; top, or bottom?"

[Blayz420 donated 500 shinies!

Anon:

Blayz420: Oh shit

Blayz420: I forgot I donated already...

MommysBoy:!Viewers

StreamBot: @MommysBoy There are currently 527 people watching!]

[Vicky held the pose for a long moment, her hand idly roaming up and down her abs as she began to sway her hips side to side, going so far down as to slip a finger into the waistband of her basketball shorts, and then back up until her hand nearly disappeared under her breasts. Her breasts strained against her cut off sleeveless band t-shirt, small nubs starting to become visible as her nipples stiffened in anticipation. As her hips swayed, among the folds of her baggy shorts, a shape became visible, something that swung against the leg of her pants, disappearing and reappearing a moment later. ]