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When his friends are in need, he has always been compelled to answer the call of duty.\n\n\t“Oh, speaking of which,” Adrien muttered as he stepped into his living room and squat down at the TV unit to reorganize his video game collection by putting the violent titles in behind the more ‘friendly’ box art.\n\nIt was possible that Adrien was putting a little too much thought and attention to detail in making things safe. It started off with simple, obvious stuff. He made sure the doors to his roommates’ rooms were closed in an attempt to project a ‘keep out’ atmosphere. Eva and Brownie wouldn’t be around to defend their own hoards, so to speak, due to having family outings to attend some several hours away for the whole weekend. Past that, he had to organize his own space so that if any of the kids wandered in they wouldn’t see his collection of ecchi DVD series, or Adventures of Bernard adult comic books. Eventually he got so fussy as to move the beers that had been sitting far too long in his refrigerator to the back of the shelf, and ended up fussing over what video games he had on display.\n\nBeing familiar with the families of these kids? He really shouldn’t have been worried.\n\nThe ringing of his doorbell caught Adrien’s attention, and he dropped everything he was doing to answer it. Opening it he came face-to-tits with Alexandra Salome – an impressive cat with black fur and a white underbelly starting at a narrow point on her forehead. She was very tall, over seven feet of fine feline, with the classic yellow cat eyes with slit irises. She had always been a fan of tight dresses that fit to every staggering curve her body held, but that night she’d slipped into an indigo number with full sleeves, a hem stopping at only her upper thigh, and a ‘window that exposed her tummy and the squeezed-together underboob of her head-dwarfing breasts. She was just one of the mothers entrusting her child to his care.\n\nThat child was Gwen – or as she is known in some circles, Dr. Gwen Mason. For a twelve-year-old, she was college smart but cute as a button. She was a skunk with dodger blue fur that replaced the typical black, but she still had the same white stripes, cheeks and underbelly of her species. She stood in front of her mother looking especially tiny in comparison. She wore a loose pink sweater with a heart logo that fit too wide around her shoulders, the strap of some black top beneath revealed over her bared shoulder. A heart hairclip was ever-present in her cute snow white bob. She smiled up at Adrien, her blue eyes deep to reflect both a high intellect and childlike innocence.\n\nOf course, Adrien couldn’t ignore her lower body – she was well-known for widening and filling out more than considerably down there with a butt that stuck out like a shelf. She’d crammed herself into some white short-shorts and wore pink wedge sneakers that lifted and presented, the base of her fluffy tail wrapped in decorative binding to make sure no one missed that bubbly canyon she sported behind. If that didn’t work, her jingling charms hanging off her back pockets would draw the ear before the eye. Personally, Adrien would never have let his kid walk around like that; but then, Gwen wasn’t his kid. Alexandra wasn’t exactly famous for a conservative lifestyle.\n\nThey stepped inside followed by a parade of other mothers and daughters. Looking at Alexandra alone was enough to reveal why Adrien felt so driven to do whatever she needed, and looking at the others exposed similar suspicions toward his motivations. Alexandra was statuesque and had curves an hourglass could never have attained… the other mothers were almost exactly the same, though they did vary somewhat in size at least.\n\nLait Souris and her daughter Fraise were both common house mice. They both had pure white fur and were both rather short. Lait, being older than most of the mothers there, showed her age in a dignified manner. Her brown medium-length brown hair was obviously dyed, and her blue eyes showed some gray, but it was the lines in her face that truly revealed her fifty-two years. Still, even though she was so old, she looked wonderful – hardly a day over forty, Adrien would swear! Her body, albeit padded, held very well and she was a strong contender among the gathering of attractive mothers. She wore a longer green dress than Alexandra on her barely over five foot frame, matching heels on her feet and a purse over her shoulder.\n\nShe may not have been as big as Alexandra, but her compact frame made the size of her breasts and the motherly width of her hips seem that much bigger. Besides, what Lait lacked in size her daughter more than made up for. Fraise only barely resembled her mother. Her hair was dirty blonde and done up in adorable corkscrew pigtails, and her eyes were a deep amethyst. She had been dressed in a blue, ‘round the neck halter dress with a pleated flare skirt, and some matching blue flats. It was as conservative as possible, but the one major difference between her and her mother made being modest an impossibility. Fraise’s breasts were gigantic, without even a hint of hyperbole used in the term. They beat out beach balls for sheer size and roundness, being snow white boulders attached to the girl’s chest that dominated her torso.\n\nAdrien couldn’t even be blamed for noticing that. They jut out in front of the otherwise thin, adorable girl a few feet.\n\nNext came Nezu and her daughter Nozo. Nezu was a rat – she’d say she was a mouse, because she was small for a rat, but a rat she was. She, too, was white as freshly fallen snow, but she had some freckles on her cheeks where whiskers ought to be that marred the otherwise perfect coat. She was a younger mother, maybe not even out of her twenties, though that would have been a rude inquiry. She dressed young, too, in dark eye shadow and black lipstick to match her dark hair, a tight black shoulderless dress, and black high heels. She had a very gothic look about her that set her apart from Lait, who was similar in terms of species and general colour. Nezu still fit right in with though with her body – she outshined Lait in a sense of being young and tight. Her breasts had been implanted so they appeared perky and enormous.\n\nAdrien had his suspicions that her buttocks, big and round as it was, had undergone a similar treatment… but it was just jiggly enough that he couldn’t have been sure.\n\nNozo was a bit of an oddity because she was a hybrid combination of cat and rat. With all gray fur, but raven black hair like her mother’s, she had the big ears of a rodent but the tail of a cat. Compared to Gwen and Fraise, she was actually fairly… “Normal.” She didn’t have a giant shelf ass or wrecking ball tits – rather she was as slender and flat-chested as a girl her age ought to have been. She certainly had a bubbling butt, but it was still growing in and hadn’t reached ridiculous levels [i]yet[/i]. There were no dresses for her; she preferred a cropped t-shirt with character illustrations of her favourite kids’ show on it and denim jean capris and some green sneakers with white laces and soles. The shoes matched her eyes, actually, which she inherited from her father.\n\nLastly was Adrien’s own cousin, Andrea Colbett and her younger sister Andria, who they often referred to as “Annie.” It wasn’t simply the alliteration with the letter ‘A’ that ran rampant through the three of them, but they also looked very much the same in terms of fur, species, and hair. All three of them were Maltese tigers with mainly a smoky blue coat with a white muzzle and underbelly and black tiger stripes. They all had dark brown hair, and Andrea’s being the longest at shoulder-length and Adrian’s being the shortest at barely neck-length, while Annie’s settled somewhere in between. They all even had the same golden-hazel eyes.\n\nAndrea was the second-tallest, standing at six feet and four inches. Adrian only beat her by four inches, but Annie was particularly tiny at only three feet tall. The little girl and her big sister couldn’t have been larger contrasts. Andrea was womanly, mature, confident, wearing a pink dress that clung to her curves and exposed her white, fluffy cleavage with a diamond window. Annie was cute, innocent, and downright adorable even, wearing a silver dress with fuchsia flowers patterned on its surface. She wore pink shoes and a pink hairband. The thing that made her similar to her sister was her breasts – the eleven-year-old Annie had breasts just as big as the 25-year-old Andrea’s, which were as big as the older sister’s head.\n\nAnd that was it: the four girls he was tasked with looking after, and their three mothers and one older sister. Each and every one of them was tantalizing in their own unique way, each one of them varied in look and personality. The young girls all grouped together quickly once they were inside the house to take off their shoes and trounce inside. They anticipated this weekend the whole week prior, treating it was one big sleep-over while their mothers (and sister) were away. The adults had brought in full suitcases and sleeping bags and pillows for their girls, and talked business as the girls piled into the living room as a gaggle of giggles and jiggles.\n\n“Addy, darling, thank you so much for agreeing to look after these little rascals,” Alexandra waved her wrist dotingly at Adrien, “I hope they won’t cause you too much trouble, but we simply couldn’t pass up this convention!”\n\n“Plus, Lait needed to get out for once,” Nezu added as she hooked arms with the older mouse.\n\n“I wouldn’t say [i]needed[/i] to, as if I were desperate,” Lait gently argued, a quiet taste of a French accent in her voice, “And this sort of convention, I wouldn’t normally even dream of attending. Alex just caught me in a moment of weakness.”\n\nAdrien looked to each of the women. “You’re all dressed up pretty fancy,” He said, “What kind of convention is this?”\n\n“Formally, it’s known as the Adult Novelty Trade Show convention,” Alexandra nodded.\n\nAddy perked his ears up, “So it’s a trade show? Antiques or something?”\n\n“It’s a sex-toy thing,” Andrea grinned wickedly. Lait blushed a scarlet red.\n\nAdrien hadn’t expected that. He wore his own embarrassment in a shade of red over his cheeks. “Oh!” He simply said.\n\n“Oh it’s just for fun,” Nezu insisted, “We’ll probably spend most of the weekend off the floor.”\n\n“Maybe [i]you[/i] will,” Alexandra turned to her friends and straightened up with an air of incorrect regality, “But I intend to spend lots of time on the floor. Also on the bed, and if I can find a particularly strong suiter, against a wall.”\n\n“Goodness!” Lait huffed, “I don’t understand how you talked me into this! And be quiet about that when the girls are around!”\n\n“They’re not even listening,” Alexandra turned her attention to the girls who had all piled onto Adrien’s couch and were happily talking and giggling with one another about silly girl things. The women’s faces softened as they watched for a moment, and then Andrea addressed Adrien.\n\n“So you’ll be okay looking after them for three whole days?” She asked.\n\nAdrien nodded a few times. “I think so!” He said.\n\nLait was quick to approach him, taking his hand and placing a piece of paper into it. “We have our emergency contact numbers here if you need them,” She said, “If Fraise gives you any trouble, don’t hesitate to call. I’ll leave the convention and come right back, I swear it!”\n\n“Don’t give her the excuse,” Nezu waved a finger at Adrien.\n\n“I mean it, Fraise can be… well, a bit of a handful,” Lait said, “Don’t hesitate to call even if you need advice.”\n\n“And the rules?” Andrea asked.\n\n“No snacks or juice after seven o’clock, bedtime is to be by ten at the latest, and only [i]one[/i] small glass of water before bed,” Lait said, “Fraise is only allowed four hours of TV time each day and they need to get outside for at least a couple of hours. Every one of them has to bathe and brush their teeth before turning in for the night, and they have to eat any vegetables that you put in front of them. They’ve been made aware that if they give you any trouble they’ll be grounded for a [i]very[/i] long time.”\n\n“But they should be good,” Nezu added.\n\nAdrien blinked a few times as his brain processed the information Lait had piled onto him. He took the emergency contact list and looked at it, barely registering the phone numbers written in blue pen before he returned his attention to the women. “I think we’ll be just fine,” He said, trying to sort out just how he was going to run things in his mind. It was already 4 p.m. on Thursday at that point so the evening promised to be short in comparison to spending the next two whole days and Sunday morning with his young charges. Already he was thinking about dinner and some way to entertain the girls that would keep them satisfied and behaved. He hadn’t been nearly as worked up when he was preparing for their arrival – now that they had arrived, he wasn’t sure how things would progress!\n\n“Mother, we will be on our very best behavior for Adrien,” Gwen spoke up as she leaned over the arm of the couch to address the adults in the next room.\n\nAlexandra smiled, confidence in her girl shining through. “I know,” She said. She then turned to the other women and held out her arms to usher them along. “Let’s get moving!” She said, “We need to be at the hotel as quickly as possible – it’s already past check-in. Come, come!”\n\nThe women turned to leave, but Lait hesitated. “Is there nothing else?” She asked, “Do your girls have any food allergies? Or regular allergies? What about favourite foods, or things they don’t like?”\n\n“Come on, darling,” Alexandra breathed, taking Lait by the shoulders and pushing her stiffly out the door, “Let the girls handle those. They’re not babies anymore!”\n\n“Oh! I…!” Lait blinked and turned to address Adrien again, “Um, thank you again!”\n\n“Yes, yes, thank you, we already went through that,” Alexandra gave Lait a good push before turning and taking hold of the door, “See you Sunday, Adrien dear! Goodbye girls!”\n\n“Goodbyyyyye!” The girls called back.\n\nWith that, Alexandra closed the front door and the ladies were gone. That left Adrien with the girls who had been busying themselves just talking to one another. Adrien took the contacts he was given and stuck them to his kitchen fridge with a magnet before he returned to the living room and tried to decide what to do next. He’d just barely stepped inside though and the girls were already on him with questions.\n\n“Where are we sleeping tonight?” Nozo asked.\n\n“Oh! I wanna make a blanket fort!” Fraise bounced on the couch by kicking her legs around. She didn’t move much, weighed down by her gigantic breasts as she was.\n\nGwen pressed her fingers together. “What a wonderful suggestion!” She concurred.\n\n“Oh can we Addy?” Annie hopped down off the couch and grabbed onto Adrien’s open hoodie, “Can we make one in the living room?”\n\n“Uh,” Adrien looked around the living room. If he moved his coffee table closer to the window there could have been enough space between the couch and the TV for such a thing. Ideally they could include the couch in the fort and there were enough spare blankets to maybe rig something up… After some thought, Adrien nodded with a smile. “I think so,” He concluded, “If we can find something to hold the blankets up.”\n\n“Yaaay!” The girls cheered.\n\n“What will be for dinner tonight?” Gwen asked, switching gears almost too quickly for Adrien to keep up.\n\n“Pizza!” Nozo leaned into Fraise with a big grin.\n\n“Pizza!” Fraise agreed quickly, throwing a fist skyward.\n\n“Ooh, I like pizza,” Annie smiled up at Adrien expectantly.\n\nAdrien slumped his shoulders and shook his head. “I’m sorry girls, but there can’t be any pizza tonight. I already planned to make hamburgers and hotdogs,” He said.\n\nThe girls stared at Adrien, taking in this new information. Nozo was the first one to speak up, leaking forward on the couch. “But… but I don’t like hotdogs and hamburgers!” She complained.\n\nFraise immediately scrunched her face up in a quizzical stare. “But you like hotdogs Nozo,” She said, “You’re always talking about when your daddy gives you loads of hotdogs.”\n\n“Whuh!” Nozo snapped her attention to Fraise, blushing, “That’s different!”\n\n“How?” Fraise blinked dumbly at the other girl.\n\n“Snrk!” Gwen covered her mouth and tried not to laugh, air escaping her nostrils in a snort.\n\nAdrien watched the exchange with Annie. The two of them were no less confused than Fraise. “So… you like hotdogs then?” He asked Nozo.\n\n“I, um,” Nozo sat back and shifted her gaze around the room, “… Yes?” She flashed Adrien an innocent smile.\n\n“Well, don’t fret,” Adrien raised a hand reassuringly, “I’ll take you girls out tomorrow night for pizza. It’s a Friday thing anyway, right?”\n\n“Really?” The girls’ faces all lit up, and Adrien nodded with a confident smile.\n\n“Freddy Fazbear’s!” The girls all cheered. Adrien laughed and reached down to pick Annie up and put her back on the couch with her friends. Once they were all set up he looked for his remote and one of his controller’s for Eva’s PlayStation 4. The girls all huddled together on the couch, thoroughly too distracted by the idea of going out for dinner the following night to pay Adrien any mind. As he found his TV remote on the floor next to the chair, the “hotdog” conversation finally clicked somewhere in his mind, and he paused.\n\n“Oh… ‘Hotdogs…’” Adrien muttered, realization stricken across his features, “As in… butt hotdogs. From Luni.”\n\nAdrien shook his head hard to loosen the mental images that were conjured up by such a thing. He then tried to shove them into some deep, dark, Nozo-butt-sized crevasse somewhere in his head so he could forget them. Standing up he turned on his television and fired up the ol’ PS4. He could think of no better way to entertain a group of children than with Netflix. There were so many shows and movies there that the girls had to be able to pick one to watch so they could stay put for a while. Plus, cooking some food would take his mind off the fact that he had a veritable buffet of over-endowed little girls sitting cheek-to-cheek on his sofa, and one of them evidently did some grindage on their dad. Adrien peeked back behind him at the capris Nozo wore.\n\nSkin-tight, as expected.\n\n“Anyway!” Adrien snapped himself out of his own thoughts, “I’m thinking a movie while we eat, as long as you promise not to make a mess on the couch.”\n\n“Ooh!” Nozo made grabby-hands for the controller, “Let me see!”\n\n“Why do you get to pick?” Gwen leaned around Fraise to ask the hybrid girl. Nozo just snatched up the controller and went to looking through Netflix’s library of films when Adrien handed over the controller.\n\n“I watch movies with my dad all the time!” Nozo said.\n\nGwen narrowed her eyes. “When you’re not being force-fed hotdogs by him,” She said, “Besides, you watch scary movies with your dad!”\n\n“They’re not that scary,” Nozo argued.\n\n“I don’t like scary movies!” Annie piped up.\n\nGwen gestured across the couch, “Given our two friends here, I don’t think the Nightmare on Elm Street would be appropriate.”\n\n“That sounds scary,” Fraise shivered.\n\nNozo rolled her eyes. “It won’t be that scary! I’m not stupid,” She said, “It’ll be the Nightmare Before Christmas!”\n\n“Ooh, that’s a good one,” Adrien chimed in.\n\n“It sounds scary,” Annie frowned.\n\nNozo found the Tim Burton film nestled in the Netflix library. “Nah, it came out before any of us were born, but it’s really good!” She said, “It’s a cartoon about the Pumpkin King wanting to be Santa Claus on Christmas. He comes from a place where it’s Halloween all the time, with monsters and stuff? It’s really cool!”\n\n“A cartoon with monsters?” Fraise seemed puzzled.\n\n“Aw, it’s a wonderful film, Fraise,” Gwen insisted, “Don’t worry, we’ll be watching it together. It’s not really that scary.”\n\n“Great!” Adrien clapped his hands together, “You girls do that, and I’ll start cooking.”\n\nAdrien left the girls to their own devices so he could focus on getting his George Foreman grill out from under his kitchen counter and start cooking up a number of tasty hotdogs and hamburgers. He’d planned that much, having gotten buns earlier that day. It wouldn’t take long – twenty minutes perhaps with how quickly those portable grills work on things. It was all a matter of quantity, needing to make enough of each for the girls to enjoy. Addy was just tossing the meat onto the grill when he heard Gwen and Nozo singing “This is Halloween” at the top of their lungs, likely along with the film.\n\nThe girls were a little into the movie when he had to make them pause it and get their food. They filed into the kitchen in a jiggly parade where they grabbed their plates and started gathering their food up. They had decidedly small appetites, only Gwen taking more than one of anything. That may have meant that Adrien made too much food, but it also meant he could get the girls set up quickly. He trusted them to slap their own condiments on – with Fraise blowing raspberries to make funny sounds when she put ketchup on hers – then he set them all up with some fruit punch and ushered them back out to their movie.\n\nHe joined them, to which Gwen insisted Adrien sit on the couch with them despite there being very little space. They found space by sitting Adrien down and having Gwen and Nozo climb into his lap. Adrien couldn’t see the movie to save his life as they all got comfy with their little plates, but that didn’t really matter to him. What mattered was that Gwen and Nozo were making him very uncomfortable.\n\nWith the nicest butts among the group, Gwen and Nozo knew how to fill a seat. Gwen especially had an ass that jut out behind her several inches, popping out from her backside like a blown piece of bubblegum and jiggling like a fresh-from-the-fridge Jell-O mold. Nozo’s was nothing to sneeze at either, still bubbly and expressive from her back-end even if it didn’t quite compare to the shelf of booty Gwen maintained. The girls were far from shy regarding their posteriors, and Adrien had known them long enough to know this. Still, when they sat with one butt cheek each tucked right in over his crotch, he was as surprised as he was every single time either of them decided to use him as a seat.\n\nThey knew it, too, the devilish girls. When Adrien lost control at the feelings of warmth, softness, and the slightest bit of friction when the two girls would shift to get comfortable, they clearly felt the way his boner jut up between them. That erection was fueled equally by arousal and shame – Adrien knew better than to get excited by little girls, even if they had the curves of women. He simply could not help himself, and Gwen and Nozo were both smart enough to know that Adrien’s reactions weren’t entirely his fault. They were also smart enough to know that their age added to the taboo thrill of their torment, so rather than stop… they kept it up.\n\nThey wiggled their rears and bounced in his lap a little as the film went on, rubbing and grinding the spire of his erection between them. When Adrien looked up to their faces, Gwen pretended not to notice even as she clearly flexed her butt cheeks one at a time to massage her babysitter’s groin left and right. Nozo was less subtle, she grinned at Addy and bounced a little on his leg, caught up in her own excitement. Looking to Fraise and Annie, they were far too engrossed with the film to take any notice to the act. In fact, the two of them had properly predicted that they would be afraid of the playfully gothic cartoon. The poor girls were so frightened, but they couldn’t look away!\n\nThe teasing ended as just that: teasing, and nothing more. Eventually the girls stopped and allowed Adrien’s heart to lower from “attack” levels of beating to something resembling normal. They wanted to watch the movie more than torment him – perhaps they had simply made it clear that his coming weekend wasn’t going to be a walk in the park! In the end, all the excitement was ready to do Adrien in. The poor tiger had fussed so much over preparing for the girls’ arrival that he’d worn himself out more than he thought. As Jack Skellington’s Christmas rampage was being brought to a tragic close, Adrien found himself dozing off amidst the warmth of the girls all cuddled together on the couch.\n\nHe awoke to a room full of blankets set up like pitched tents, and marker scribbles all over his face. Naturally he never found out about the marker which wasn’t until he caught himself in the mirror the next morning.\n\nRather than have a long talk about drawing on his face, Adrien figured girls would be girls and simply let it be. They had also taken blankets from Ava and Brownie’s rooms where they weren’t supposed to go, but Adrien never actually told them that. He opted to fix the situation by switching the blankets for some spares. His roommates got a free bed-making that day – hopefully they’d be grateful!\n\nThe following day, Friday, was to be an easy-going sort of day. Adrien woke up with the girls and helped them get their breakfast all made up and eaten. The girls got along for the most part, only sometimes getting into little arguments that didn’t really mean anything by the time they were resolved. The day went easily because Friday was a school day, meaning Adrien simply had to drop the girls off and then he had the rest of the day to himself. It was impossible not to worry about them while they were gone; Adrien really didn’t want anything to happen to them on his watch whether it was his fault or not. He wanted to show Alexandra, Lait, Nezu and Andrea that he could be trusted! So when school as over he didn’t dawdle, and was even early to pick the girls up and bring them back to his house.\n\nNaturally the girls were excited because they were going out for pizza that night, so it was hard to keep the lid on their energy. Before they left, he had to make sure they all got their homework done – and almost all of them had homework. While Nozo, Fraise, and Annie all hunkered down to burn through their work, Gwen was notably free to do whatever she wanted. What she wanted was to go get her pizza, and so she opted to “tutor” her fellow students. It was quite amazing, really. From mathematics to English language studies, Gwen was tremendously helpful to the girls. She’d try and help them through problems they encountered, and would eventually spell out an answer if they failed to grasp it themselves.\n\nIt was like watching an adorable little think-tank. Adrien once again didn’t have to do much – the girls were surprisingly self-sufficient. They sat in their little circle under their blanket fort and did their work… Fraise was confined to the coffee table since she couldn’t simply keep her books in her lap. Her boobs crowded all that space and made working impossible unless she had an elevated surface to use, and even then she had to lay out while balancing herself on her breasts just to be able to reach her books to write in. While laying on her front, her breasts kept her front so risen that she was easily past the height of the coffee table, a couple of feet high. [i]That[/i] was certainly a sight.\n\nWhen the girls got their homework all done, it was time to take them out. They were practically bouncing off the walls at that point.\n\n“Girls! Girls, please!” Adrien could hardly watch as they fumbled about getting their shoes on, “We haven’t even left yet – you guys need to settle down.”\n\n“But we’re going to Freddy Fazbear’s!” Fraise bounded on her toes and pushed her arms out wide as if describing some grand vista, “We’ll get to play games, and eat pizza, and see the animinatonics!”\n\n“Animatronics, Fraise,” Gwen politely corrected her friend. The bubbly mouse hardly seemed to mind, as if used to Gwen’s interjections.\n\n“What she said!” Fraise finished.\n\n“Is an animatronic like a robot?” Annie asked, “What’s the difference?”\n\n“No they’re totally robots!” Nozo said, “They’re fulla metal and everything! And they walk around all funny like this!”\n\nThe moutten began walking with arms and legs stiff in a circle around the foyer of Adrien’s home. “Howdy ya’ll!” She put on a goofy voice, “Welcome to Freddy’s! Leeeeet’s eat!”\n\n“Yeah!” Annie bounced excitedly.\n\nAdrien rubbed his head. “Alright, alright, just… behave, okay?” He smiled, “I see you’re excited but don’t get too crazy or I’ll have to tell your moms – and Andrea – that you were bad.”\n\n“We’ll be good, now let’s go!” Fraise bound for the door, throwing it open. Then she picked Adrien up over her head and ran him out to the car, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Apparently, the girl had the raw strength to hold up those breasts! Suddenly, it all made sense.\n\nAnimatronics gave Adrien the creeps. When they arrived at the pizzeria, it was inevitable that all attention would go to the stage area where the robotic anthromorphic animals were on display. A chicken, a rabbit, and a bear, all with little instruments playing some generic and forgettable song, with eyes that blinked too slowly and teeth too big for their mouths. Adrien stared at the creepy robots, looking like some macabre combination of Barney the Dinosaur and Frankenstein’s monster, so much that he didn’t notice the way people stared at his group of little ladies.\n\nGwen decided to go 70’s in neon-coloured clothing that played off the occasional black light in the dining room. Her clothes lit up so much it was like they were trying to jump off her. Her colours were shocking neon green and burning neon pink, the former being what wrapped up just her chest and middle, the latter being her short sleeves and the spandex that encased her lovely little legs and ridiculous badonk. She needed no charms to draw the eye, the way her butt bubbled on her chair did that just fine. Fortunately she had the good graces to wear a black… smaller tank top over it so she wasn’t a [i]complete[/i] eyesore. She even had little blue legwarmers. Adrien had to wonder just where she got that stuff.\n\nNozo had little legwarmers too, but hers were black atop her sneakers. She wore what could be described as “lil’ grunge.” A black dress under a denim jacket with sleeves too long for her little hands, and a black beanie atop her head. Of course “grunge” required a certain lack of bright-eyed adorableness that Nozo just couldn’t turn off, and her little bucked teeth weren’t doing her any favours in the area of looking edgy. Fortunately the apple-bottomed cutie had the sense to wear more than just her underwear under her thigh-length dress; it had a tendency to ride when she got wiggly in her seat over how awesome she thought the animatronics were. A pair of faded blue vintage short shorts kept her decent… decent enough, anyway.\n\nThat was the butt-centric side of the table. On the other side, burgeoned, brimming breasts.\n\nAnnie was cute. Annie was always cute. She just had one of those little-girl faces no one could hate. It was all too natural for her to wear a pleated red skirt with ladybug spots, some black leggings, and her little shoes. Her dark blue sweatshirt, however, was filled to capacity by her enormous boobs so much so that the illustrated letters on it were all stretched out and funny-looking. It was supposed to say “heart & soul,” which were often the last two things about the girl that caught the eye, and since the letters were all stretched out to the sides and squashed up by those bra-busters, most people probably couldn’t read what it said without taking a long, hard, emotionally-conflicting look.\n\nAnd then there was Fraise. If Annie was questionable, Fraise was downright obscene – not that she was trying to be. Her outfit was actually very modest. Black denim capris showed off her thin legs and bared her calves, and some stylish, tiny, fake-hide brown jacket looked very trendy from behind. It was her massive red shirt with black horizontal stripes that shattered the cute, drill-hair façade. How she even had a shirt that could cover those over-inflated beach balls was beyond Adrien’s understanding, but cover she did. She had to sit with her seat angled [i]sideways[/i], her gigantic gazongas practically rubbing up against Annie, but the other girl either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. Fraise certainly didn’t seem to mind, even if she was drawing the most attention from the other families and the employees alike in the restaurant.\n\nAdrien sat down feeling more uncomfortable than he would have just having to deal with a restaurant full of creepy robots. It didn’t help that the entire dining area was a black and white checkered floor with party favours and balloons everywhere. It looked like some tacky kid’s birthday party every single day. A grown man shouldn’t have even been in that building, Adrien was sure of it. He sat there in his black jeans and his army green hoodie and navy blue t-shirt looking frumpy and at once too old to be there but too young to be accompanying four girls ages eleven and twelve anywhere. He was both unassuming, as his glasses were wont to make him, but questionable at the same time. Nobody else knew how he knew those girls, after all.\n\n“So what do you guys want on your pizza?” Adrien asked the rambunctious little girls. They could hardly stay still they were so excited.\n\nIgnoring the question, Nozo bounced in her seat. “I wanna go up to the stage!” She squeaked, “I wanna see the robots!”\n\n“They’re not machines, they’re animotronics!” Fraise corrected her half-rodent friend, pronouncing the word wrong yet again.\n\n“It’s the same thing!” Nozo argued.\n\nAdrien tried to wrest control from them. “Hold on, you have to answer the question first,” He said.\n\n“I want to go play the arcade games,” Annie added.\n\nAdrien leaned forward, throwing his arms across the table in a display. “Girls, please,” He pleaded, “What do you want to [i]eat[/i]?”\n\n“Anchovies!” Nozo grinned much too wide.\n\n“[i]Ewwww[/i]!” The rest of the girls made icky faces.\n\n“Pepperoni!”\n\n“Extra cheese!”\n\n“You would ask for extra cheese.”\n\n“What? Cheese is good!”\n\n“Pineapple!”\n\n“Yuck!”\n\n“Just pepperoni!”\n\n“Extra pepperonis!”\n\n“Ooh, you can have more pepperonis too?”\n\n“No vegetables?”\n\n“Who goes out to a pizza place and gets vegetables? Blech!”\n\nAdrien’s ears strained to hear the girls over the music coming from the nearby stage – clearly a pre-recorded, oddly country song not actually coming from the creepy robots at all. “Okay, so… Extra cheese, extra pepperoni, and no Vegeta-bles,” He repeated.\n\nNot hearing his anime reference, the girls all nodded in agreement.\n\n“Drinks?”\n\n“Milkshakes,” Gwen countered immediately.\n\nAdrien had to shake his head, “Nooo, let’s just stick with regular drinks that aren’t going to make me spend all my money.”\n\n“Regular drinks?” Fraise seemed confused by the concept.\n\n“How about just cola?” Adrien suggested.\n\nThe girls seemed to look around with their eyes as if to search their thoughts. One by one they just shrugged and agreed that colas would be fine. Coincidentally that was when someone finally came around to take their order. It was short, sweet, and simple; the waitress jotted the order down and hurried back to the kitchen with it, leaving the group to their own devices. Adrien gave them the go-ahead to go on up to the stage, but only so long as they stayed in sight. With that, they were off like big, jostling bullets – a bad metaphor by any standard.\n\nAdrien took the time to relax a little. Looking after those girls was turning out to be a bit of an adventure. All pervy stuff aside, it took a lot of energy to take care of kids, more than Adrien thought it would take. Of all the parents he knew, Fraise’s mother Lait was the one he really wondered about. She had a grand total of [i]seven[/i] kids, albeit at very different ages. No doubt she had at least four under one roof at one time, maybe even five. [i]How did she do it[/i]?\n\nAt the stage, Gwen and Nozo wanted to touch the animatronic characters. It could have been called a scholarly interest for the both of them, but it was truer for one than for the other. Gwen was interested in what made them work – their servos, wires, the shells were interesting but the metallic skeleton beneath was truly a fascinating work of science. Nozo just thought they were cool and wondered what would happen if she stuck her fingers in between the gaps in their joints. Fortunately there was no way either of them would be allowed to poke or prod, no matter how hard they wanted to. Little Nozo couldn’t even reach up onto the stage to touch Freddy’s foot; and she did try, when no one was looking! Gwen could easily live with that – she knew it was safety first, after all.\n\nFraise and Annie were less interested in the mechanical creatures and wanted to play games instead. Given their siblings’ interest in video games that came as no surprise to Adrien, but it did mean he had to keep his attention somewhat divided and buy them a few tokens. The two of them took off to play games together – whatever they could fit in or on, which posed some understandable difficulty for the chesty girls. They clumsily played skee-ball with neither one of them being able to under-hand a throw without bouncing and jostling their chests with their arms. Some of their throws went wildly off-course and either landed on someone else’s machine, or just somewhere across the play area. Air hockey was also a no-go, as the two of them couldn’t keep their boobs off the table and the game ended with two pucks stopped by Annie’s chest, and an astounding [i]eight[/i] stopped by Fraise’s. A light gun game was complicated when the girls had to climb up on a little stool to reach the mounted rifle, and every time they fired it the gun was programmed to kick back semi-realistically. Every shot sent jostling waves throughout their chests, barely made decent by their arguably modest tops.\n\nIt was interesting to watch, so much so that Adrien almost didn’t notice the waitress returning with their large extra cheese double pepperoni pizza and drinks. Adrien got up quickly to fetch the girls, only to find Nozo and Gwen trying to get closer to the animatronics stage.\n\nGwen was on Nozo’s shoulders – an evidently terrible idea since the skunk’s superior butt made her superiorly heavy.\n\n“Gnh! Gwen! It’s my turn…!” Nozo’s legs shook as she reached up and swat that blue bubble mounted upon her shoulders.\n\n“Eep! It is not! We agreed on five minutes! You know how long five minutes actually is, don’t you?” Gwen kicked her feet like a frustrated horse rider. Her butt was all a-jiggle during the act.\n\n“Well, you guys shouldn’t be up there anyway,” Adrien approached from behind, startling the girls. Gwen leapt down off Nozo’s shoulders and the two of them turned to face him. “Go back to the table, the food’s there,” He said.\n\n“Yay!” The girls cheered, running back to the table as fast as their legs could take them, nearly bowling people over to do so.\n\nAdrien went to the play area next to get Fraise and Annie who had tried to play one of the two-player racing games. The cabinet was designed like the inside of a couple of cars. Two seats had pedals and steering wheels to use as if they were really driving cars, and Fraise did not appear to be having any fun. She’d gotten into the seat and pulled it forward only for her breasts to squash up against the wheel and back into her face. The white marshmallow tits were pancaked so much that cleavage bubbled up from the neckline of her shirt and overtook her face. Adrien had to stop and turn away just to keep from laughing.\n\n“I’m winning!” Annie cheerfully exclaimed, not having nearly as much complication.\n\nFraise’s car in the game was stuck just lying on the horn. Her legs could reach the pedals but her arms couldn’t find the wheel. “I don’t like this game!” Her muffled voice complained.\n\n“G-Girls,” Adrien got their attention after stifling his laughter, “The food’s ready. Let’s get back to the table.”\n\nFraise turned and fell out of the seat in a heap on the floor, but quickly scrambled to her feet. “Oh good!” She squeaked, hurrying to the table. With her partner gone, Annie simply got up and left too, leaving her game unfinished. Adrien followed them back to their seats.\n\nAdrien sat down and ate with them, keeping a close eye on their antics to make sure nobody smeared pizza sauce on somebody else’s face more than once, and that everyone got their fair share. It wasn’t easy being the moderator for the four of them. For little girls, some of them had surprisingly large appetites and for as much as they got along, they weren’t above the occasional fight or argument. Still, it was fun in a way to spend time with them. As an adult, Adrien could only have the kind of fun a kid could have vicariously – at least without getting strange looks. As he watched them banter, bicker, and devour, he was reminded of being a kid himself. He’d be doing the same sorts of things when he was in their shoes. But by then he sat more in his parents’ position, where he had to keep an ever-watchful eye and be an ever-present authority. It was more exhausting than it sounded.\n\nWhen pizza was consumed, the girls got Adrien to agree to fifteen more minutes of Freddy Fazbear fun time before going home, and so he let them hurry off to do their thing.\n\nRather suddenly he was approached, by some middle-aged looking, pretty feline woman. A Persian in a modest red dress, with cat-slit blue eyes and a charming smile. “Are those girls yours?” She asked, interest in her tone.\n\nAdrien was a taken off-guard by the question, and he looked to see the girls running back to where they’d been before the meal started. “Well, I mean, they’re not mine,” Adrien admitted, before glancing to the woman again, “I’m just looking after them for the weekend, I mean! Their mothers left them in my care.”\n\nThe woman chuckled and sat down next to him. “Oh, not a father, hm?” She smiled, “That must be tough.”\n\n“Well, no, they’re good,” Adrien laughed, “Mostly.”\n\n“They don’t just bat their little eyelashes and get what they want with you, hm?” The feline purred.\n\n“No,” Adrien beamed, “My willpower is strong.”\n\n*CRASH!*\n\nAdrien flinched at the sudden sound of machinery breaking. The woman he spoke with leaned aside to look around him toward the play area, pointing with her finger. “She seems very strong too… is that not one of yours?” She asked.\n\nAdrien looked back over his shoulder to see Fraise at the Whack-a-Mole game, the foamed mallet embedded in the smashed-in, buckled game machine. The girl had wound up to, well, whack a mole and evidently got a little too excited, whereupon her super strength made short work of the machinery.\n\nAdrien’s eyes widened. “I gotta go,” He said abruptly, standing quickly and hurrying over to Fraise.\n\n“I didn’t mean to!” The girl immediately turned defensive, dropping the mallet quickly, “It was an accident!”\n\n“Yes, well, now we have to go,” Adrien said.\n\n“Aww, but it was an accident!” Fraise protested.\n\n“That’s not the point!” Adrien responded, “Let’s go before we get into trouble!”\n\nAnnie and Fraise thought this was a very good idea, and Adrien took their hands and walked them out quickly, swinging by the stage Nozo had climbed up onto to pick up the rat-cat and Gwen, carrying two of them under his arms as he marched out of the building with them. He stiffly tried to look as inconspicuous as possible until he paid for his food and cleared the doors, and then took off into a run to his car. He piled the girls in, jumped in, started the vehicle, and took off before anyone was any the wiser.\n\nAt worst, Fraise probably wouldn’t be allowed in that pizza place again… but hey! As long as Lait didn’t have to hear about it, he was [i]golden[/i].\n\n“And you’re not supposed to be on the stage, either!” Adrien did his best to scold Nozo in the back seat. Fraise was allowed to sit up front, and had to for obvious reasons, and Annie sat between Nozo and Gwen in the back.\n\n“I just wanted to see the robots!” Nozo crossed her arms and pouted as she stared daggers out the window.\n\nAdrien took a deep breath. “Well, we won’t be going back there any time soon,” He conceded.\n\n“I tried to stop her,” Gwen shrugged her shoulders.\n\nNozo shot her glare Gwen’s way. “You did not you liar!” She shouted.\n\nAdrien breathed in a big sigh and let it all out slowly as Nozo and Gwen got into an argument. They seemed especially prone to doing so.\n\n“I had fun,” Annie added.\n\nAdrien had to admit that, before Fraise busted a game machine, it was pretty fun hanging around that pizza place with them. Even if he didn’t really do anything but supervise them, it was enjoyable and things went relatively well. It was a lesson to be learned, really, that Adrien would have to be a little more involved with them if he took them anywhere to make sure they stayed out of trouble. He couldn’t simply sit back and observe them at a distance; he’d already proven that falling asleep was enough to invite some minor disaster.\n\nDid their mothers have to spend every moment with them too? Once again, Adrien started to wonder how they did it.\n\nThat was Thursday and Friday down…\n\nSaturday came as a sort of lazy day. As kids are wont to do, the girls spent the morning up until the afternoon watching their Saturday morning cartoons. It kept them busy and out of trouble so Adrien could focus on his more adult responsibilities – cleaning up, getting his mail, checking things on his computer, and all that business. He heard from his roommates about how their respective weekend plans were going, and got text messages from Lait wishing him a good weekend and hoping that the girls were staying out of trouble. He decided not to tell her about the last night’s events, and simply assured her that everything was running smoothly.\n\nLunch was home-made sandwiches, then it was off to take the girls outside for some exercise. Adrien knew just the place, with a park nearby his home open to the public. It was hardly extravagant in size or scope, having little more than one slide and a trio of swings all set up atop soft sand, but it would do for the at least two hours of outdoor time Lait required of Fraise. Preferably he’d be out there longer than two hours, but… considering his current track record, it seemed more likely he’d leave earlier than that.\n\nAll he could do was try.\n\nThe girls, for their part, were happy to be outside, albeit for entirely different reasons. Fraise couldn’t go on slides usually, especially the half-tube stylings of the one at the park. She stuck to the swings, and was plenty happy to pump her legs back and forth and swing around without any help at all. In fact, she was quite good at it… almost disturbingly good at it. That girl could clear some air!\n\nAnnie preferred to play in the sand, but Adrien advised against that. He argued that the park was just an open area, and there were all kinds of wild animals that could use the sand as a litterbox. That effectively dissuaded the smaller tiger from playing about in the potential muck, and instead stuck her to the slide. She wasn’t as big as Fraise and so she could go own just fine, and she did a few times before getting bored and joining Fraise on the swings.\n\nNozo wanted to run and play. Probably by far the most athletic of the bunch, she didn’t want to restrict herself to the equipment. Instead, she displayed a rather adept ability to climb the trees. Being part cat, she had the claws for it, and she could scramble up in almost no time at all to find a branch to sit her considerable butt on. She kept calling out to the other girls “hey down there!” and “look how high I am!” Fraise, Annie and Gwen really didn’t seem all that impressed, likely because they couldn’t climb trees to save their life. They just didn’t put much stock in it, but that didn’t stop Nozo from having her fun. Still, it was worrying to see her so high up. Adrien eventually had to leave the park bench to go stand by the tree to make sure nothing happened to her.\n\nLastly, the good doctor Gwen just wanted to read. That made sense, since she was of an amazing intellect, but she seemed a little more focused on children’s novels rather than anything too serious. While Gwen insisted that her interest in the books was purely on the academic side of things, she kept giggling to herself as she sat on the bench and pored over the stories, just keeping to herself for the most part.\n\n“Nozo, don’t go too high,” Adrien called up to the girl who scampered around on a tree’s branches. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and shifted his weight from one leg to the other.\n\n“If I fall I’ll land on my feet!” Nozo insisted.\n\n“You don’t work that way,” Adrien argued, “I don’t even work that way.”\n\n“Oh no, I’m gonna fall!” The girl giggled, tormenting Adrien. She did hop down from one branch to another, landing on it and shaking the leaves around with a heavy rustling. The sudden drop almost made Adrien’s heart stop.\n\n“Don’t do that!” He shouted, “If you get hurt, well… well it’ll be because you didn’t listen!”\n\n“I won’t get hurt!” The girl sat her rear on a branch, kicking her legs. One of her shoes fell off and landed in the dirt with a thud. She wasn’t wearing socks, but fortunately it wasn’t cold. Her apparel of an almost uncharacteristically nice, silky blue dress and some more Nozo-like black shorts underneath would keep her plenty warm, without a doubt.\n\n“Oops!” She said.\n\n“You did that on purpose!” Adrien called back. Nozo’s other shoe landed in the dirt in response.\n\n“Kids will be kids,” Gwen added from her spot on the bench. She’d stuck to her debatably modest pink overalls and yellow t-shirt that day, and pink wedge shoes. She looked every bit the little girl, rather than some mature kid with a doctorate.\n\n“Says the girl reading Captain Underpants,” Adrien rebutted. Captain Underpants was the story of a school principal who, after being hypnotized, strips own to his underwear and dons a cape, running about his school being a super hero.\n\nGwen peeked at Adrien over the edge of the paperback. “My interest in this lies in scientific curiosity,” She said, “It does, after all, deal with psychosis as a result of hypnosis.”\n\n“There’s no science in those books,” Adrien cocked a brow.\n\nGwen ignored this and turned the book a little to thumb over the corner of the pages, enjoying a flip-o-rama animation.\n\nKA-CHUNK!\n\nThe steel frame of the swing set lifted one leg a little off the ground, that leg falling back into the dirt with a thud. Annie squealed in alarm, but Fraise simply laughed. The over-busty little mouse was swinging so hard that it was starting to shake the entire swing set, much to the dismay of the smaller, meeker tiger girl who had wanted to swing next to her. Now Annie just wanted to get off the swings and not be at risk of falling or something thanks to her friend’s antics. Fraise was completely oblivious, the yellow skirt of her dress flipping about as she swung her legs and pushed with her butt to try and reach new heights. Most concerning was that she was practically parallel with the top bar at the apex of every swing.\n\n“Weeee!” Fraise cheered.\n\n“Fraise, be careful!” Adrien shouted to the girl, “You’re pushing too hard!”\n\n“Huh?” The girl blinked, only to reach the height of a swing and go sailing off the seat. Adrien’s heart nearly leapt up into his throat as Fraise went up, then down, falling to earth. She hit face-down, thudding into the dirt with a heavy wobble of her breasts, which had absorbed all of the impact. She slumped back on her knees and blinked her eyes in utter confusion. Adrien hurried to her and she looked up at him, seeming no worse for wear.\n\n“Oops, I fell off,” She said.\n\n“That’s what I was trying to tell you!” Adrien scolded the girl, “What If you got hurt?”\n\n“I wouldn’t have gotten hurt,” Fraise stated in full, innocent confidence.\n\nAdrien crossed his arms. “What if you fell on your ankle?” He asked, “You could have twisted it and hurt yourself.”\n\nFraise had not considered this, and having it brought up, her expression got contemplative. “Oh,” She hummed.\n\n“Woop!”\n\nAnnie leapt off the swings too, and Adrien turned just in time for her breasts to collide with and smother his whole head. Her weight brought him down to the ground, where he landed somewhat harshly and she landed softly on top of him. The girl sat up quickly and Adrien seemed to be reeling from the impact.\n\n“Annie!!” He yelled, “What are you doing?!”\n\n“I’m sorry!” The other Maltese tiger squeaked.\n\n“You… you…!” Adrien couldn’t really help but be agitated beyond belief with the girls. What was supposed to be just a simple visit to the park was turning into a disaster. It was about time the lot of them went home.\n\nAdrien very carefully got Annie off of him and stood up. He worried he may have a meltdown if something else were to happen. “We’re heading home, before somebody gets hurt,” He said, “We can do something safer indoors. That’s enough outside for today.”\n\n“Yeah,” Gwen agreed, closing her book and getting off the bench. She approached Nozo’s tree and looked up at her. “Hey!” She called, “We’re going home because you guys can’t behave!”\n\nNozo revealed herself with a rustling and falling of leaves as she hung upside down on one of the lowest branches in the tree. “Lame!” She called out.\n\nThe branch snapped, creaked, and then broke off. Nozo fell to the ground in a heap on top of Gwen with a tree branch landing on top of them.\n\nThat’s when the crying started.\n\nAdrien brought the miserable bunch of rowdy girls home and immediately set to tending to Gwen and Nozo. Fortunately the branch she hung from wasn’t all that heavy – that was how it managed to break in the first place. Getting hit by it barely harmed the two of them, but the fall, collision, and impact did leave them with some bruises and some scrapes on Nozo’s legs. Adrien had to wash off the bleeding scraps on Nozo’s legs while the girl cried over how much they stung. He disinfected them with some gel from the medicine cabinet, then slapped a couple of Band-Aids on her; one on the back of her left knee and the other on the back of her right thigh.\n\nGwen wasn’t too happy about getting a big bump on her head, and Annie and Fraise weren’t too happy because Adrien had to exercise some disciplinary action. Annie had to stay in Adrien’s room for an hour for jumping off the swing, and Nozo got to sit at the kitchen table for the same amount of time for not listening when Adrien told her not to climb. Fraise got a talking to for being reckless and Gwen… well, Gwen didn’t do anything wrong. Even so the house turned into one sour mood before dinner, and was notably quiet for the evening.\n\nThat was Saturday down.\n\nSunday morning, the girls got to gather their things up and get ready to go home after breakfast, which Adrien made them eggs for. By then, they had seemingly forgotten about getting in trouble, hurting each other, and arguing over the weekend. They were back to being delightful toward one another and acted like nothing bad had ever occurred.\n\nOf course it was different for Adrien, who was starting to lack an appreciation for getting out of bed early, having to cook meals, having to tell the girls what to do, and constantly needing to make sure they were getting along and behaving themselves. It was exhausting to say the least, and something Adrien had never expected. Thinking back to how things started, it was ridiculous that his biggest concern was hiding the Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball case from young eyes. That would have been, by and large, the least of his problems.\n\nAt around eleven in the morning, just when Adrien was considering to make lunch while the girls watched TV with their bags and things all packed, that Alexandra’s minivan pulled into the driveway. Nobody even noticed until there was a knock at the door – by then they all clued in that it was finally time to go home. Adrien got up from the couch where he sat with the girls and answered the door to find Alexandra standing there, taking up the door with her large frame.\n\n“Adrien, darling!” The British cat-woman stepped in and threw her arms around Adrien, pulling him against her body and smothering the boy in obviously intoxicated affections. Adrien didn’t even know what to do with himself – he kind of flailed.\n\n“Get off of him, jeez,” Nezu had come in and she pulled Alexandra apart from Adrien, “Sorry, she’s been like that since she woke up this morning.”\n\n“With some big golden mare in her bed,” Andrea added, “It was pretty awkward.”\n\n“She’s sex-drunk,” Lait tsk’d, “Or… or something, if that makes any sense! Ugh, I’m simply glad to be home. Where’s my little girl?”\n\n“I’m here Momma!” Fraise had gotten up with the rest of the girls and approached the door.\n\nAlexandra hung off Adrien some more, making his knees shake. “Were they… [i]good[/i] for you, Addy dear?” She asked, poking Adrien’s nose and saying ‘boop’ when she did.\n\nGwen was blushing, her hands covering her face in embarrassment.\n\n“Uh, well yes, they were, for the most part,” Adrien said, barely as Alexandra’s breasts threatened to swallow his head between them, “Nezu’s got some Band-Aids on.”\n\nNezu perked up and immediately took to her daughter, kneeling down to check on her. “What the heck happened?” She asked, though not waiting for an answer she looked her daughter in the eye, “You weren’t being all rowdy and rambunctious, were you?”\n\nNozo couldn’t meet her mother’s gaze. “… Yes,” She admitted, ashamed.\n\nNezu gave her daughter a patented parental ‘look’ and said, “So then you fell and hurt yourself.”\n\n“… n’Gwen…” Nozo rubbed her arm and kicked at the carpet.\n\n“Gwen!” Alexandra gasped, parting from Adrien to rush her daughter, getting down on her knees and pulling her into a bone-crushing hug, “My Gwenny-wenny did you get hurt? Are you alright? You’re alright aren’t you?”\n\nGwen grunted, breathlessly, struggling against her mother’s iron grip. “D… Dying…! You’re killing meeee…!” She grunted, before her face sunk into the sea of cleavage escaping Alexandra’s t-shirt neckline.\n\n“Ohhh, my Gwen!” Alexandra dramatically cried, “Oh you’ve a bump on your little head!”\n\nEveryone else simply stared. “Alright, seriously, knock that off,” Nezu said, “They’re fine.”\n\n“And how did that happen anyway?” Andrea looked down at Annie.\n\n“We weren’t listening…” Annie pouted, “And I jumped off the swing and hit Addy…”\n\n“I [i]fell[/i] off the swing!” Fraise declared.\n\nEveryone looked to Lait, who crossed her arms and studied her daughter for a moment. “And you’re fine,” She said, “Accidents happen I suppose.”\n\n“Well I told you to listen when Adrien tells you to do something,” Nezu waggled a finger at her daughter, “I [i]told[/i] you, and you didn’t listen to me – I’m your mother for crying out loud. You need to work on those ears of yours, young lady.”\n\n“I’m sorry…” Nozo flattened her ears.\n\n“You say that every time,” Nezu tsk’d, “We’re going to have a long talk with your Dad when we get home about your behavior and how long you’ll be in your room.”\n\n“Awww!” Nozo whined and stomped her foot, “I don’t wanna go to my room!”\n\n“Oh don’t you start!” Nezu stood up, taking Nozo’s hand and walking her past the other mothers out toward the car, “Excuse us.”\n\n“And you shouldn’t be jumping off any swings,” Andrea said to Annie.\n\n“I know,” Annie frowned, “Am I going to get grounded too?”\n\n“Probably,” Andrea nodded, “But let’s worry about that later. Addy! Is that it? They didn’t do anything else?”\n\nAdrien felt a little bad for the girls… or, well, most of the girls. He felt bad for Gwen, but it was for completely different reasons. “No, that was it,” Adrien explained, “That was just the park yesterday. Otherwise they did what they were told and were good.”\n\n“Well, that’s good,” Lait approached Fraise, and the two of them worked on loading the young mouse girl’s bags up to put them back in the van. Eventually Alexandra would join them in the effort, but Gwen had to keep her on track. As they gathered their things, Lait eventually made her way back to Adrien and presented him with a rolled up wad of money.\n\n“Thank you so much for looking after them,” She said, “It couldn’t have been easy.”\n\nAdrien looked at the money and held up his hand as he smiled. “You don’t have to pay me,” He said, “And yeah it was… something.”\n\n“Nonsense,” Lait dismissed his modesty and simply plopped the money into his hand, “Believe me, I’ve been raising kids since I was half my age. If anything deserves a bit of money, it’s that.”\n\nLait sort of smiled, “It wasn’t easy, was it?”\n\nAdrien took the money and shook his head. “I just… how?” He asked, “How do you do it?”\n\nLait looked over to see Fraise carrying almost all the suitcases on her back like a pack mule, barely able to balance the teetering, clattering luggage as she made her way out the door. “It’s… difficult to explain I suppose without sounding like one of ‘those’ parents,’” She said, “But when you have children of your own, it’s a blessing incomparable to any other. Every one of my kids is my precious treasure, no matter how badly behaved they can be. Take my word for it; somewhere in the middle of wanting to rip your own hair out, it just becomes clear that you’d do anything and deal with anything for them.”\n\nAdrien nodded a little, following her train of thought to a point. Not being a parent, however, he could only look at it objectively. He was missing a number of… maternal or fraternal nuances. “Well I mean, they’re good girls and I’m happy to look after them,” Adrien said, “I don’t want to make it sound like it was terrible or anything. It was… really just kind of new to me.”\n\n“Well, consider it practice,” Lait chuckled. She turned her attention toward the van in the driveway, seeing the last of their things getting loaded up. She stepped away from Adrien and outside to where the girls were starting to load themselves into the vehicle.\n\n“Say goodbye, girls!” Lait instructed.\n\n“Byyyye Adrien!” The girls all waved out of sync, some happier than others.\n\nAdrien kind of laughed, a smile brightening his features. He waved, “Bye girls.”\n\n“Gooooodbyyyye Addy!” Alexandra waved from within the passenger seat of the van.\n\n“Heh,” Adrien shed a sorry grin and waved, “Bye, Alex.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
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\tAdrien “Addy” Maltoan had done plenty of straightening up throughout his life, but he’d never child-proofed his home before. After agreeing to babysit not one, not two, but four kids all at the same time, it became necessary after some thought to arrange some boundaries and set up a safe place. It wasn’t that his home was particularly dangerous, but it was home to three adults with rather active lives. Kids never really came into the equation except in special circumstances, so in hindsight the idea to take on four family friends’ children for a weekend was perhaps… short-sighted. Adrien just couldn’t help himself! When his friends are in need, he has always been compelled to answer the call of duty.

\t“Oh, speaking of which,” Adrien muttered as he stepped into his living room and squat down at the TV unit to reorganize his video game collection by putting the violent titles in behind the more ‘friendly’ box art.

It was possible that Adrien was putting a little too much thought and attention to detail in making things safe. It started off with simple, obvious stuff. He made sure the doors to his roommates’ rooms were closed in an attempt to project a ‘keep out’ atmosphere. Eva and Brownie wouldn’t be around to defend their own hoards, so to speak, due to having family outings to attend some several hours away for the whole weekend. Past that, he had to organize his own space so that if any of the kids wandered in they wouldn’t see his collection of ecchi DVD series, or Adventures of Bernard adult comic books. Eventually he got so fussy as to move the beers that had been sitting far too long in his refrigerator to the back of the shelf, and ended up fussing over what video games he had on display.

Being familiar with the families of these kids? He really shouldn’t have been worried.

The ringing of his doorbell caught Adrien’s attention, and he dropped everything he was doing to answer it. Opening it he came face-to-tits with Alexandra Salome – an impressive cat with black fur and a white underbelly starting at a narrow point on her forehead. She was very tall, over seven feet of fine feline, with the classic yellow cat eyes with slit irises. She had always been a fan of tight dresses that fit to every staggering curve her body held, but that night she’d slipped into an indigo number with full sleeves, a hem stopping at only her upper thigh, and a ‘window that exposed her tummy and the squeezed-together underboob of her head-dwarfing breasts. She was just one of the mothers entrusting her child to his care.

That child was Gwen – or as she is known in some circles, Dr. Gwen Mason. For a twelve-year-old, she was college smart but cute as a button. She was a skunk with dodger blue fur that replaced the typical black, but she still had the same white stripes, cheeks and underbelly of her species. She stood in front of her mother looking especially tiny in comparison. She wore a loose pink sweater with a heart logo that fit too wide around her shoulders, the strap of some black top beneath revealed over her bared shoulder. A heart hairclip was ever-present in her cute snow white bob. She smiled up at Adrien, her blue eyes deep to reflect both a high intellect and childlike innocence.

Of course, Adrien couldn’t ignore her lower body – she was well-known for widening and filling out more than considerably down there with a butt that stuck out like a shelf. She’d crammed herself into some white short-shorts and wore pink wedge sneakers that lifted and presented, the base of her fluffy tail wrapped in decorative binding to make sure no one missed that bubbly canyon she sported behind. If that didn’t work, her jingling charms hanging off her back pockets would draw the ear before the eye. Personally, Adrien would never have let his kid walk around like that; but then, Gwen wasn’t his kid. Alexandra wasn’t exactly famous for a conservative lifestyle.

They stepped inside followed by a parade of other mothers and daughters. Looking at Alexandra alone was enough to reveal why Adrien felt so driven to do whatever she needed, and looking at the others exposed similar suspicions toward his motivations. Alexandra was statuesque and had curves an hourglass could never have attained… the other mothers were almost exactly the same, though they did vary somewhat in size at least.

Lait Souris and her daughter Fraise were both common house mice. They both had pure white fur and were both rather short. Lait, being older than most of the mothers there, showed her age in a dignified manner. Her brown medium-length brown hair was obviously dyed, and her blue eyes showed some gray, but it was the lines in her face that truly revealed her fifty-two years. Still, even though she was so old, she looked wonderful – hardly a day over forty, Adrien would swear! Her body, albeit padded, held very well and she was a strong contender among the gathering of attractive mothers. She wore a longer green dress than Alexandra on her barely over five foot frame, matching heels on her feet and a purse over her shoulder.

She may not have been as big as Alexandra, but her compact frame made the size of her breasts and the motherly width of her hips seem that much bigger. Besides, what Lait lacked in size her daughter more than made up for. Fraise only barely resembled her mother. Her hair was dirty blonde and done up in adorable corkscrew pigtails, and her eyes were a deep amethyst. She had been dressed in a blue, ‘round the neck halter dress with a pleated flare skirt, and some matching blue flats. It was as conservative as possible, but the one major difference between her and her mother made being modest an impossibility. Fraise’s breasts were gigantic, without even a hint of hyperbole used in the term. They beat out beach balls for sheer size and roundness, being snow white boulders attached to the girl’s chest that dominated her torso.

Adrien couldn’t even be blamed for noticing that. They jut out in front of the otherwise thin, adorable girl a few feet.

Next came Nezu and her daughter Nozo. Nezu was a rat – she’d say she was a mouse, because she was small for a rat, but a rat she was. She, too, was white as freshly fallen snow, but she had some freckles on her cheeks where whiskers ought to be that marred the otherwise perfect coat. She was a younger mother, maybe not even out of her twenties, though that would have been a rude inquiry. She dressed young, too, in dark eye shadow and black lipstick to match her dark hair, a tight black shoulderless dress, and black high heels. She had a very gothic look about her that set her apart from Lait, who was similar in terms of species and general colour. Nezu still fit right in with though with her body – she outshined Lait in a sense of being young and tight. Her breasts had been implanted so they appeared perky and enormous.

Adrien had his suspicions that her buttocks, big and round as it was, had undergone a similar treatment… but it was just jiggly enough that he couldn’t have been sure.

Nozo was a bit of an oddity because she was a hybrid combination of cat and rat. With all gray fur, but raven black hair like her mother’s, she had the big ears of a rodent but the tail of a cat. Compared to Gwen and Fraise, she was actually fairly… “Normal.” She didn’t have a giant shelf ass or wrecking ball tits – rather she was as slender and flat-chested as a girl her age ought to have been. She certainly had a bubbling butt, but it was still growing in and hadn’t reached ridiculous levels yet. There were no dresses for her; she preferred a cropped t-shirt with character illustrations of her favourite kids’ show on it and denim jean capris and some green sneakers with white laces and soles. The shoes matched her eyes, actually, which she inherited from her father.

Lastly was Adrien’s own cousin, Andrea Colbett and her younger sister Andria, who they often referred to as “Annie.” It wasn’t simply the alliteration with the letter ‘A’ that ran rampant through the three of them, but they also looked very much the same in terms of fur, species, and hair. All three of them were Maltese tigers with mainly a smoky blue coat with a white muzzle and underbelly and black tiger stripes. They all had dark brown hair, and Andrea’s being the longest at shoulder-length and Adrian’s being the shortest at barely neck-length, while Annie’s settled somewhere in between. They all even had the same golden-hazel eyes.

Andrea was the second-tallest, standing at six feet and four inches. Adrian only beat her by four inches, but Annie was particularly tiny at only three feet tall. The little girl and her big sister couldn’t have been larger contrasts. Andrea was womanly, mature, confident, wearing a pink dress that clung to her curves and exposed her white, fluffy cleavage with a diamond window. Annie was cute, innocent, and downright adorable even, wearing a silver dress with fuchsia flowers patterned on its surface. She wore pink shoes and a pink hairband. The thing that made her similar to her sister was her breasts – the eleven-year-old Annie had breasts just as big as the 25-year-old Andrea’s, which were as big as the older sister’s head.

And that was it: the four girls he was tasked with looking after, and their three mothers and one older sister. Each and every one of them was tantalizing in their own unique way, each one of them varied in look and personality. The young girls all grouped together quickly once they were inside the house to take off their shoes and trounce inside. They anticipated this weekend the whole week prior, treating it was one big sleep-over while their mothers (and sister) were away. The adults had brought in full suitcases and sleeping bags and pillows for their girls, and talked business as the girls piled into the living room as a gaggle of giggles and jiggles.

“Addy, darling, thank you so much for agreeing to look after these little rascals,” Alexandra waved her wrist dotingly at Adrien, “I hope they won’t cause you too much trouble, but we simply couldn’t pass up this convention!”

“Plus, Lait needed to get out for once,” Nezu added as she hooked arms with the older mouse.

“I wouldn’t say needed to, as if I were desperate,” Lait gently argued, a quiet taste of a French accent in her voice, “And this sort of convention, I wouldn’t normally even dream of attending. Alex just caught me in a moment of weakness.”

Adrien looked to each of the women. “You’re all dressed up pretty fancy,” He said, “What kind of convention is this?”

“Formally, it’s known as the Adult Novelty Trade Show convention,” Alexandra nodded.

Addy perked his ears up, “So it’s a trade show? Antiques or something?”

“It’s a sex-toy thing,” Andrea grinned wickedly. Lait blushed a scarlet red.

Adrien hadn’t expected that. He wore his own embarrassment in a shade of red over his cheeks. “Oh!” He simply said.

“Oh it’s just for fun,” Nezu insisted, “We’ll probably spend most of the weekend off the floor.”

“Maybe you will,” Alexandra turned to her friends and straightened up with an air of incorrect regality, “But I intend to spend lots of time on the floor. Also on the bed, and if I can find a particularly strong suiter, against a wall.”

“Goodness!” Lait huffed, “I don’t understand how you talked me into this! And be quiet about that when the girls are around!”

“They’re not even listening,” Alexandra turned her attention to the girls who had all piled onto Adrien’s couch and were happily talking and giggling with one another about silly girl things. The women’s faces softened as they watched for a moment, and then Andrea addressed Adrien.

“So you’ll be okay looking after them for three whole days?” She asked.

Adrien nodded a few times. “I think so!” He said.

Lait was quick to approach him, taking his hand and placing a piece of paper into it. “We have our emergency contact numbers here if you need them,” She said, “If Fraise gives you any trouble, don’t hesitate to call. I’ll leave the convention and come right back, I swear it!”

“Don’t give her the excuse,” Nezu waved a finger at Adrien.

“I mean it, Fraise can be… well, a bit of a handful,” Lait said, “Don’t hesitate to call even if you need advice.”

“And the rules?” Andrea asked.

“No snacks or juice after seven o’clock, bedtime is to be by ten at the latest, and only one small glass of water before bed,” Lait said, “Fraise is only allowed four hours of TV time each day and they need to get outside for at least a couple of hours. Every one of them has to bathe and brush their teeth before turning in for the night, and they have to eat any vegetables that you put in front of them. They’ve been made aware that if they give you any trouble they’ll be grounded for a very long time.”

“But they should be good,” Nezu added.

Adrien blinked a few times as his brain processed the information Lait had piled onto him. He took the emergency contact list and looked at it, barely registering the phone numbers written in blue pen before he returned his attention to the women. “I think we’ll be just fine,” He said, trying to sort out just how he was going to run things in his mind. It was already 4 p.m. on Thursday at that point so the evening promised to be short in comparison to spending the next two whole days and Sunday morning with his young charges. Already he was thinking about dinner and some way to entertain the girls that would keep them satisfied and behaved. He hadn’t been nearly as worked up when he was preparing for their arrival – now that they had arrived, he wasn’t sure how things would progress!

“Mother, we will be on our very best behavior for Adrien,” Gwen spoke up as she leaned over the arm of the couch to address the adults in the next room.

Alexandra smiled, confidence in her girl shining through. “I know,” She said. She then turned to the other women and held out her arms to usher them along. “Let’s get moving!” She said, “We need to be at the hotel as quickly as possible – it’s already past check-in. Come, come!”

The women turned to leave, but Lait hesitated. “Is there nothing else?” She asked, “Do your girls have any food allergies? Or regular allergies? What about favourite foods, or things they don’t like?”

“Come on, darling,” Alexandra breathed, taking Lait by the shoulders and pushing her stiffly out the door, “Let the girls handle those. They’re not babies anymore!”

“Oh! I…!” Lait blinked and turned to address Adrien again, “Um, thank you again!”

“Yes, yes, thank you, we already went through that,” Alexandra gave Lait a good push before turning and taking hold of the door, “See you Sunday, Adrien dear! Goodbye girls!”

“Goodbyyyyye!” The girls called back.

With that, Alexandra closed the front door and the ladies were gone. That left Adrien with the girls who had been busying themselves just talking to one another. Adrien took the contacts he was given and stuck them to his kitchen fridge with a magnet before he returned to the living room and tried to decide what to do next. He’d just barely stepped inside though and the girls were already on him with questions.

“Where are we sleeping tonight?” Nozo asked.

“Oh! I wanna make a blanket fort!” Fraise bounced on the couch by kicking her legs around. She didn’t move much, weighed down by her gigantic breasts as she was.

Gwen pressed her fingers together. “What a wonderful suggestion!” She concurred.

“Oh can we Addy?” Annie hopped down off the couch and grabbed onto Adrien’s open hoodie, “Can we make one in the living room?”

“Uh,” Adrien looked around the living room. If he moved his coffee table closer to the window there could have been enough space between the couch and the TV for such a thing. Ideally they could include the couch in the fort and there were enough spare blankets to maybe rig something up… After some thought, Adrien nodded with a smile. “I think so,” He concluded, “If we can find something to hold the blankets up.”

“Yaaay!” The girls cheered.

“What will be for dinner tonight?” Gwen asked, switching gears almost too quickly for Adrien to keep up.

“Pizza!” Nozo leaned into Fraise with a big grin.

“Pizza!” Fraise agreed quickly, throwing a fist skyward.

“Ooh, I like pizza,” Annie smiled up at Adrien expectantly.

Adrien slumped his shoulders and shook his head. “I’m sorry girls, but there can’t be any pizza tonight. I already planned to make hamburgers and hotdogs,” He said.

The girls stared at Adrien, taking in this new information. Nozo was the first one to speak up, leaking forward on the couch. “But… but I don’t like hotdogs and hamburgers!” She complained.

Fraise immediately scrunched her face up in a quizzical stare. “But you like hotdogs Nozo,” She said, “You’re always talking about when your daddy gives you loads of hotdogs.”

“Whuh!” Nozo snapped her attention to Fraise, blushing, “That’s different!”

“How?” Fraise blinked dumbly at the other girl.

“Snrk!” Gwen covered her mouth and tried not to laugh, air escaping her nostrils in a snort.

Adrien watched the exchange with Annie. The two of them were no less confused than Fraise. “So… you like hotdogs then?” He asked Nozo.

“I, um,” Nozo sat back and shifted her gaze around the room, “… Yes?” She flashed Adrien an innocent smile.

“Well, don’t fret,” Adrien raised a hand reassuringly, “I’ll take you girls out tomorrow night for pizza. It’s a Friday thing anyway, right?”

“Really?” The girls’ faces all lit up, and Adrien nodded with a confident smile.

“Freddy Fazbear’s!” The girls all cheered. Adrien laughed and reached down to pick Annie up and put her back on the couch with her friends. Once they were all set up he looked for his remote and one of his controller’s for Eva’s PlayStation 4. The girls all huddled together on the couch, thoroughly too distracted by the idea of going out for dinner the following night to pay Adrien any mind. As he found his TV remote on the floor next to the chair, the “hotdog” conversation finally clicked somewhere in his mind, and he paused.

“Oh… ‘Hotdogs…’” Adrien muttered, realization stricken across his features, “As in… butt hotdogs. From Luni.”

Adrien shook his head hard to loosen the mental images that were conjured up by such a thing. He then tried to shove them into some deep, dark, Nozo-butt-sized crevasse somewhere in his head so he could forget them. Standing up he turned on his television and fired up the ol’ PS4. He could think of no better way to entertain a group of children than with Netflix. There were so many shows and movies there that the girls had to be able to pick one to watch so they could stay put for a while. Plus, cooking some food would take his mind off the fact that he had a veritable buffet of over-endowed little girls sitting cheek-to-cheek on his sofa, and one of them evidently did some grindage on their dad. Adrien peeked back behind him at the capris Nozo wore.

Skin-tight, as expected.

“Anyway!” Adrien snapped himself out of his own thoughts, “I’m thinking a movie while we eat, as long as you promise not to make a mess on the couch.”

“Ooh!” Nozo made grabby-hands for the controller, “Let me see!”

“Why do you get to pick?” Gwen leaned around Fraise to ask the hybrid girl. Nozo just snatched up the controller and went to looking through Netflix’s library of films when Adrien handed over the controller.

“I watch movies with my dad all the time!” Nozo said.

Gwen narrowed her eyes. “When you’re not being force-fed hotdogs by him,” She said, “Besides, you watch scary movies with your dad!”

“They’re not that scary,” Nozo argued.

“I don’t like scary movies!” Annie piped up.

Gwen gestured across the couch, “Given our two friends here, I don’t think the Nightmare on Elm Street would be appropriate.”

“That sounds scary,” Fraise shivered.

Nozo rolled her eyes. “It won’t be that scary! I’m not stupid,” She said, “It’ll be the Nightmare Before Christmas!”

“Ooh, that’s a good one,” Adrien chimed in.

“It sounds scary,” Annie frowned.

Nozo found the Tim Burton film nestled in the Netflix library. “Nah, it came out before any of us were born, but it’s really good!” She said, “It’s a cartoon about the Pumpkin King wanting to be Santa Claus on Christmas. He comes from a place where it’s Halloween all the time, with monsters and stuff? It’s really cool!”

“A cartoon with monsters?” Fraise seemed puzzled.

“Aw, it’s a wonderful film, Fraise,” Gwen insisted, “Don’t worry, we’ll be watching it together. It’s not really that scary.”

“Great!” Adrien clapped his hands together, “You girls do that, and I’ll start cooking.”

Adrien left the girls to their own devices so he could focus on getting his George Foreman grill out from under his kitchen counter and start cooking up a number of tasty hotdogs and hamburgers. He’d planned that much, having gotten buns earlier that day. It wouldn’t take long – twenty minutes perhaps with how quickly those portable grills work on things. It was all a matter of quantity, needing to make enough of each for the girls to enjoy. Addy was just tossing the meat onto the grill when he heard Gwen and Nozo singing “This is Halloween” at the top of their lungs, likely along with the film.

The girls were a little into the movie when he had to make them pause it and get their food. They filed into the kitchen in a jiggly parade where they grabbed their plates and started gathering their food up. They had decidedly small appetites, only Gwen taking more than one of anything. That may have meant that Adrien made too much food, but it also meant he could get the girls set up quickly. He trusted them to slap their own condiments on – with Fraise blowing raspberries to make funny sounds when she put ketchup on hers – then he set them all up with some fruit punch and ushered them back out to their movie.

He joined them, to which Gwen insisted Adrien sit on the couch with them despite there being very little space. They found space by sitting Adrien down and having Gwen and Nozo climb into his lap. Adrien couldn’t see the movie to save his life as they all got comfy with their little plates, but that didn’t really matter to him. What mattered was that Gwen and Nozo were making him very uncomfortable.

With the nicest butts among the group, Gwen and Nozo knew how to fill a seat. Gwen especially had an ass that jut out behind her several inches, popping out from her backside like a blown piece of bubblegum and jiggling like a fresh-from-the-fridge Jell-O mold. Nozo’s was nothing to sneeze at either, still bubbly and expressive from her back-end even if it didn’t quite compare to the shelf of booty Gwen maintained. The girls were far from shy regarding their posteriors, and Adrien had known them long enough to know this. Still, when they sat with one butt cheek each tucked right in over his crotch, he was as surprised as he was every single time either of them decided to use him as a seat.

They knew it, too, the devilish girls. When Adrien lost control at the feelings of warmth, softness, and the slightest bit of friction when the two girls would shift to get comfortable, they clearly felt the way his boner jut up between them. That erection was fueled equally by arousal and shame – Adrien knew better than to get excited by little girls, even if they had the curves of women. He simply could not help himself, and Gwen and Nozo were both smart enough to know that Adrien’s reactions weren’t entirely his fault. They were also smart enough to know that their age added to the taboo thrill of their torment, so rather than stop… they kept it up.

They wiggled their rears and bounced in his lap a little as the film went on, rubbing and grinding the spire of his erection between them. When Adrien looked up to their faces, Gwen pretended not to notice even as she clearly flexed her butt cheeks one at a time to massage her babysitter’s groin left and right. Nozo was less subtle, she grinned at Addy and bounced a little on his leg, caught up in her own excitement. Looking to Fraise and Annie, they were far too engrossed with the film to take any notice to the act. In fact, the two of them had properly predicted that they would be afraid of the playfully gothic cartoon. The poor girls were so frightened, but they couldn’t look away!

The teasing ended as just that: teasing, and nothing more. Eventually the girls stopped and allowed Adrien’s heart to lower from “attack” levels of beating to something resembling normal. They wanted to watch the movie more than torment him – perhaps they had simply made it clear that his coming weekend wasn’t going to be a walk in the park! In the end, all the excitement was ready to do Adrien in. The poor tiger had fussed so much over preparing for the girls’ arrival that he’d worn himself out more than he thought. As Jack Skellington’s Christmas rampage was being brought to a tragic close, Adrien found himself dozing off amidst the warmth of the girls all cuddled together on the couch.

He awoke to a room full of blankets set up like pitched tents, and marker scribbles all over his face. Naturally he never found out about the marker which wasn’t until he caught himself in the mirror the next morning.

Rather than have a long talk about drawing on his face, Adrien figured girls would be girls and simply let it be. They had also taken blankets from Ava and Brownie’s rooms where they weren’t supposed to go, but Adrien never actually told them that. He opted to fix the situation by switching the blankets for some spares. His roommates got a free bed-making that day – hopefully they’d be grateful!

The following day, Friday, was to be an easy-going sort of day. Adrien woke up with the girls and helped them get their breakfast all made up and eaten. The girls got along for the most part, only sometimes getting into little arguments that didn’t really mean anything by the time they were resolved. The day went easily because Friday was a school day, meaning Adrien simply had to drop the girls off and then he had the rest of the day to himself. It was impossible not to worry about them while they were gone; Adrien really didn’t want anything to happen to them on his watch whether it was his fault or not. He wanted to show Alexandra, Lait, Nezu and Andrea that he could be trusted! So when school as over he didn’t dawdle, and was even early to pick the girls up and bring them back to his house.

Naturally the girls were excited because they were going out for pizza that night, so it was hard to keep the lid on their energy. Before they left, he had to make sure they all got their homework done – and almost all of them had homework. While Nozo, Fraise, and Annie all hunkered down to burn through their work, Gwen was notably free to do whatever she wanted. What she wanted was to go get her pizza, and so she opted to “tutor” her fellow students. It was quite amazing, really. From mathematics to English language studies, Gwen was tremendously helpful to the girls. She’d try and help them through problems they encountered, and would eventually spell out an answer if they failed to grasp it themselves.

It was like watching an adorable little think-tank. Adrien once again didn’t have to do much – the girls were surprisingly self-sufficient. They sat in their little circle under their blanket fort and did their work… Fraise was confined to the coffee table since she couldn’t simply keep her books in her lap. Her boobs crowded all that space and made working impossible unless she had an elevated surface to use, and even then she had to lay out while balancing herself on her breasts just to be able to reach her books to write in. While laying on her front, her breasts kept her front so risen that she was easily past the height of the coffee table, a couple of feet high. That was certainly a sight.

When the girls got their homework all done, it was time to take them out. They were practically bouncing off the walls at that point.

“Girls! Girls, please!” Adrien could hardly watch as they fumbled about getting their shoes on, “We haven’t even left yet – you guys need to settle down.”

“But we’re going to Freddy Fazbear’s!” Fraise bounded on her toes and pushed her arms out wide as if describing some grand vista, “We’ll get to play games, and eat pizza, and see the animinatonics!”

“Animatronics, Fraise,” Gwen politely corrected her friend. The bubbly mouse hardly seemed to mind, as if used to Gwen’s interjections.

“What she said!” Fraise finished.

“Is an animatronic like a robot?” Annie asked, “What’s the difference?”

“No they’re totally robots!” Nozo said, “They’re fulla metal and everything! And they walk around all funny like this!”

The moutten began walking with arms and legs stiff in a circle around the foyer of Adrien’s home. “Howdy ya’ll!” She put on a goofy voice, “Welcome to Freddy’s! Leeeeet’s eat!”

“Yeah!” Annie bounced excitedly.

Adrien rubbed his head. “Alright, alright, just… behave, okay?” He smiled, “I see you’re excited but don’t get too crazy or I’ll have to tell your moms – and Andrea – that you were bad.”

“We’ll be good, now let’s go!” Fraise bound for the door, throwing it open. Then she picked Adrien up over her head and ran him out to the car, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Apparently, the girl had the raw strength to hold up those breasts! Suddenly, it all made sense.

Animatronics gave Adrien the creeps. When they arrived at the pizzeria, it was inevitable that all attention would go to the stage area where the robotic anthromorphic animals were on display. A chicken, a rabbit, and a bear, all with little instruments playing some generic and forgettable song, with eyes that blinked too slowly and teeth too big for their mouths. Adrien stared at the creepy robots, looking like some macabre combination of Barney the Dinosaur and Frankenstein’s monster, so much that he didn’t notice the way people stared at his group of little ladies.

Gwen decided to go 70’s in neon-coloured clothing that played off the occasional black light in the dining room. Her clothes lit up so much it was like they were trying to jump off her. Her colours were shocking neon green and burning neon pink, the former being what wrapped up just her chest and middle, the latter being her short sleeves and the spandex that encased her lovely little legs and ridiculous badonk. She needed no charms to draw the eye, the way her butt bubbled on her chair did that just fine. Fortunately she had the good graces to wear a black… smaller tank top over it so she wasn’t a complete eyesore. She even had little blue legwarmers. Adrien had to wonder just where she got that stuff.

Nozo had little legwarmers too, but hers were black atop her sneakers. She wore what could be described as “lil’ grunge.” A black dress under a denim jacket with sleeves too long for her little hands, and a black beanie atop her head. Of course “grunge” required a certain lack of bright-eyed adorableness that Nozo just couldn’t turn off, and her little bucked teeth weren’t doing her any favours in the area of looking edgy. Fortunately the apple-bottomed cutie had the sense to wear more than just her underwear under her thigh-length dress; it had a tendency to ride when she got wiggly in her seat over how awesome she thought the animatronics were. A pair of faded blue vintage short shorts kept her decent… decent enough, anyway.

That was the butt-centric side of the table. On the other side, burgeoned, brimming breasts.

Annie was cute. Annie was always cute. She just had one of those little-girl faces no one could hate. It was all too natural for her to wear a pleated red skirt with ladybug spots, some black leggings, and her little shoes. Her dark blue sweatshirt, however, was filled to capacity by her enormous boobs so much so that the illustrated letters on it were all stretched out and funny-looking. It was supposed to say “heart & soul,” which were often the last two things about the girl that caught the eye, and since the letters were all stretched out to the sides and squashed up by those bra-busters, most people probably couldn’t read what it said without taking a long, hard, emotionally-conflicting look.

And then there was Fraise. If Annie was questionable, Fraise was downright obscene – not that she was trying to be. Her outfit was actually very modest. Black denim capris showed off her thin legs and bared her calves, and some stylish, tiny, fake-hide brown jacket looked very trendy from behind. It was her massive red shirt with black horizontal stripes that shattered the cute, drill-hair façade. How she even had a shirt that could cover those over-inflated beach balls was beyond Adrien’s understanding, but cover she did. She had to sit with her seat angled sideways, her gigantic gazongas practically rubbing up against Annie, but the other girl either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. Fraise certainly didn’t seem to mind, even if she was drawing the most attention from the other families and the employees alike in the restaurant.

Adrien sat down feeling more uncomfortable than he would have just having to deal with a restaurant full of creepy robots. It didn’t help that the entire dining area was a black and white checkered floor with party favours and balloons everywhere. It looked like some tacky kid’s birthday party every single day. A grown man shouldn’t have even been in that building, Adrien was sure of it. He sat there in his black jeans and his army green hoodie and navy blue t-shirt looking frumpy and at once too old to be there but too young to be accompanying four girls ages eleven and twelve anywhere. He was both unassuming, as his glasses were wont to make him, but questionable at the same time. Nobody else knew how he knew those girls, after all.

“So what do you guys want on your pizza?” Adrien asked the rambunctious little girls. They could hardly stay still they were so excited.

Ignoring the question, Nozo bounced in her seat. “I wanna go up to the stage!” She squeaked, “I wanna see the robots!”

“They’re not machines, they’re animotronics!” Fraise corrected her half-rodent friend, pronouncing the word wrong yet again.

“It’s the same thing!” Nozo argued.

Adrien tried to wrest control from them. “Hold on, you have to answer the question first,” He said.

“I want to go play the arcade games,” Annie added.

Adrien leaned forward, throwing his arms across the table in a display. “Girls, please,” He pleaded, “What do you want to eat?”

“Anchovies!” Nozo grinned much too wide.

“Ewwww!” The rest of the girls made icky faces.

“Pepperoni!”

“Extra cheese!”

“You would ask for extra cheese.”

“What? Cheese is good!”

“Pineapple!”

“Yuck!”

“Just pepperoni!”

“Extra pepperonis!”

“Ooh, you can have more pepperonis too?”

“No vegetables?”

“Who goes out to a pizza place and gets vegetables? Blech!”

Adrien’s ears strained to hear the girls over the music coming from the nearby stage – clearly a pre-recorded, oddly country song not actually coming from the creepy robots at all. “Okay, so… Extra cheese, extra pepperoni, and no Vegeta-bles,” He repeated.

Not hearing his anime reference, the girls all nodded in agreement.

“Drinks?”

“Milkshakes,” Gwen countered immediately.

Adrien had to shake his head, “Nooo, let’s just stick with regular drinks that aren’t going to make me spend all my money.”

“Regular drinks?” Fraise seemed confused by the concept.

“How about just cola?” Adrien suggested.

The girls seemed to look around with their eyes as if to search their thoughts. One by one they just shrugged and agreed that colas would be fine. Coincidentally that was when someone finally came around to take their order. It was short, sweet, and simple; the waitress jotted the order down and hurried back to the kitchen with it, leaving the group to their own devices. Adrien gave them the go-ahead to go on up to the stage, but only so long as they stayed in sight. With that, they were off like big, jostling bullets – a bad metaphor by any standard.

Adrien took the time to relax a little. Looking after those girls was turning out to be a bit of an adventure. All pervy stuff aside, it took a lot of energy to take care of kids, more than Adrien thought it would take. Of all the parents he knew, Fraise’s mother Lait was the one he really wondered about. She had a grand total of seven kids, albeit at very different ages. No doubt she had at least four under one roof at one time, maybe even five. How did she do it?

At the stage, Gwen and Nozo wanted to touch the animatronic characters. It could have been called a scholarly interest for the both of them, but it was truer for one than for the other. Gwen was interested in what made them work – their servos, wires, the shells were interesting but the metallic skeleton beneath was truly a fascinating work of science. Nozo just thought they were cool and wondered what would happen if she stuck her fingers in between the gaps in their joints. Fortunately there was no way either of them would be allowed to poke or prod, no matter how hard they wanted to. Little Nozo couldn’t even reach up onto the stage to touch Freddy’s foot; and she did try, when no one was looking! Gwen could easily live with that – she knew it was safety first, after all.

Fraise and Annie were less interested in the mechanical creatures and wanted to play games instead. Given their siblings’ interest in video games that came as no surprise to Adrien, but it did mean he had to keep his attention somewhat divided and buy them a few tokens. The two of them took off to play games together – whatever they could fit in or on, which posed some understandable difficulty for the chesty girls. They clumsily played skee-ball with neither one of them being able to under-hand a throw without bouncing and jostling their chests with their arms. Some of their throws went wildly off-course and either landed on someone else’s machine, or just somewhere across the play area. Air hockey was also a no-go, as the two of them couldn’t keep their boobs off the table and the game ended with two pucks stopped by Annie’s chest, and an astounding eight stopped by Fraise’s. A light gun game was complicated when the girls had to climb up on a little stool to reach the mounted rifle, and every time they fired it the gun was programmed to kick back semi-realistically. Every shot sent jostling waves throughout their chests, barely made decent by their arguably modest tops.

It was interesting to watch, so much so that Adrien almost didn’t notice the waitress returning with their large extra cheese double pepperoni pizza and drinks. Adrien got up quickly to fetch the girls, only to find Nozo and Gwen trying to get closer to the animatronics stage.

Gwen was on Nozo’s shoulders – an evidently terrible idea since the skunk’s superior butt made her superiorly heavy.

“Gnh! Gwen! It’s my turn…!” Nozo’s legs shook as she reached up and swat that blue bubble mounted upon her shoulders.

“Eep! It is not! We agreed on five minutes! You know how long five minutes actually is, don’t you?” Gwen kicked her feet like a frustrated horse rider. Her butt was all a-jiggle during the act.

“Well, you guys shouldn’t be up there anyway,” Adrien approached from behind, startling the girls. Gwen leapt down off Nozo’s shoulders and the two of them turned to face him. “Go back to the table, the food’s there,” He said.

“Yay!” The girls cheered, running back to the table as fast as their legs could take them, nearly bowling people over to do so.

Adrien went to the play area next to get Fraise and Annie who had tried to play one of the two-player racing games. The cabinet was designed like the inside of a couple of cars. Two seats had pedals and steering wheels to use as if they were really driving cars, and Fraise did not appear to be having any fun. She’d gotten into the seat and pulled it forward only for her breasts to squash up against the wheel and back into her face. The white marshmallow tits were pancaked so much that cleavage bubbled up from the neckline of her shirt and overtook her face. Adrien had to stop and turn away just to keep from laughing.

“I’m winning!” Annie cheerfully exclaimed, not having nearly as much complication.

Fraise’s car in the game was stuck just lying on the horn. Her legs could reach the pedals but her arms couldn’t find the wheel. “I don’t like this game!” Her muffled voice complained.

“G-Girls,” Adrien got their attention after stifling his laughter, “The food’s ready. Let’s get back to the table.”

Fraise turned and fell out of the seat in a heap on the floor, but quickly scrambled to her feet. “Oh good!” She squeaked, hurrying to the table. With her partner gone, Annie simply got up and left too, leaving her game unfinished. Adrien followed them back to their seats.

Adrien sat down and ate with them, keeping a close eye on their antics to make sure nobody smeared pizza sauce on somebody else’s face more than once, and that everyone got their fair share. It wasn’t easy being the moderator for the four of them. For little girls, some of them had surprisingly large appetites and for as much as they got along, they weren’t above the occasional fight or argument. Still, it was fun in a way to spend time with them. As an adult, Adrien could only have the kind of fun a kid could have vicariously – at least without getting strange looks. As he watched them banter, bicker, and devour, he was reminded of being a kid himself. He’d be doing the same sorts of things when he was in their shoes. But by then he sat more in his parents’ position, where he had to keep an ever-watchful eye and be an ever-present authority. It was more exhausting than it sounded.

When pizza was consumed, the girls got Adrien to agree to fifteen more minutes of Freddy Fazbear fun time before going home, and so he let them hurry off to do their thing.

Rather suddenly he was approached, by some middle-aged looking, pretty feline woman. A Persian in a modest red dress, with cat-slit blue eyes and a charming smile. “Are those girls yours?” She asked, interest in her tone.

Adrien was a taken off-guard by the question, and he looked to see the girls running back to where they’d been before the meal started. “Well, I mean, they’re not mine,” Adrien admitted, before glancing to the woman again, “I’m just looking after them for the weekend, I mean! Their mothers left them in my care.”

The woman chuckled and sat down next to him. “Oh, not a father, hm?” She smiled, “That must be tough.”

“Well, no, they’re good,” Adrien laughed, “Mostly.”

“They don’t just bat their little eyelashes and get what they want with you, hm?” The feline purred.

“No,” Adrien beamed, “My willpower is strong.”

*CRASH!*

Adrien flinched at the sudden sound of machinery breaking. The woman he spoke with leaned aside to look around him toward the play area, pointing with her finger. “She seems very strong too… is that not one of yours?” She asked.

Adrien looked back over his shoulder to see Fraise at the Whack-a-Mole game, the foamed mallet embedded in the smashed-in, buckled game machine. The girl had wound up to, well, whack a mole and evidently got a little too excited, whereupon her super strength made short work of the machinery.

Adrien’s eyes widened. “I gotta go,” He said abruptly, standing quickly and hurrying over to Fraise.

“I didn’t mean to!” The girl immediately turned defensive, dropping the mallet quickly, “It was an accident!”

“Yes, well, now we have to go,” Adrien said.

“Aww, but it was an accident!” Fraise protested.

“That’s not the point!” Adrien responded, “Let’s go before we get into trouble!”

Annie and Fraise thought this was a very good idea, and Adrien took their hands and walked them out quickly, swinging by the stage Nozo had climbed up onto to pick up the rat-cat and Gwen, carrying two of them under his arms as he marched out of the building with them. He stiffly tried to look as inconspicuous as possible until he paid for his food and cleared the doors, and then took off into a run to his car. He piled the girls in, jumped in, started the vehicle, and took off before anyone was any the wiser.

At worst, Fraise probably wouldn’t be allowed in that pizza place again… but hey! As long as Lait didn’t have to hear about it, he was golden.

“And you’re not supposed to be on the stage, either!” Adrien did his best to scold Nozo in the back seat. Fraise was allowed to sit up front, and had to for obvious reasons, and Annie sat between Nozo and Gwen in the back.

“I just wanted to see the robots!” Nozo crossed her arms and pouted as she stared daggers out the window.

Adrien took a deep breath. “Well, we won’t be going back there any time soon,” He conceded.

“I tried to stop her,” Gwen shrugged her shoulders.

Nozo shot her glare Gwen’s way. “You did not you liar!” She shouted.

Adrien breathed in a big sigh and let it all out slowly as Nozo and Gwen got into an argument. They seemed especially prone to doing so.

“I had fun,” Annie added.

Adrien had to admit that, before Fraise busted a game machine, it was pretty fun hanging around that pizza place with them. Even if he didn’t really do anything but supervise them, it was enjoyable and things went relatively well. It was a lesson to be learned, really, that Adrien would have to be a little more involved with them if he took them anywhere to make sure they stayed out of trouble. He couldn’t simply sit back and observe them at a distance; he’d already proven that falling asleep was enough to invite some minor disaster.

Did their mothers have to spend every moment with them too? Once again, Adrien started to wonder how they did it.

That was Thursday and Friday down…

Saturday came as a sort of lazy day. As kids are wont to do, the girls spent the morning up until the afternoon watching their Saturday morning cartoons. It kept them busy and out of trouble so Adrien could focus on his more adult responsibilities – cleaning up, getting his mail, checking things on his computer, and all that business. He heard from his roommates about how their respective weekend plans were going, and got text messages from Lait wishing him a good weekend and hoping that the girls were staying out of trouble. He decided not to tell her about the last night’s events, and simply assured her that everything was running smoothly.

Lunch was home-made sandwiches, then it was off to take the girls outside for some exercise. Adrien knew just the place, with a park nearby his home open to the public. It was hardly extravagant in size or scope, having little more than one slide and a trio of swings all set up atop soft sand, but it would do for the at least two hours of outdoor time Lait required of Fraise. Preferably he’d be out there longer than two hours, but… considering his current track record, it seemed more likely he’d leave earlier than that.

All he could do was try.

The girls, for their part, were happy to be outside, albeit for entirely different reasons. Fraise couldn’t go on slides usually, especially the half-tube stylings of the one at the park. She stuck to the swings, and was plenty happy to pump her legs back and forth and swing around without any help at all. In fact, she was quite good at it… almost disturbingly good at it. That girl could clear some air!

Annie preferred to play in the sand, but Adrien advised against that. He argued that the park was just an open area, and there were all kinds of wild animals that could use the sand as a litterbox. That effectively dissuaded the smaller tiger from playing about in the potential muck, and instead stuck her to the slide. She wasn’t as big as Fraise and so she could go own just fine, and she did a few times before getting bored and joining Fraise on the swings.

Nozo wanted to run and play. Probably by far the most athletic of the bunch, she didn’t want to restrict herself to the equipment. Instead, she displayed a rather adept ability to climb the trees. Being part cat, she had the claws for it, and she could scramble up in almost no time at all to find a branch to sit her considerable butt on. She kept calling out to the other girls “hey down there!” and “look how high I am!” Fraise, Annie and Gwen really didn’t seem all that impressed, likely because they couldn’t climb trees to save their life. They just didn’t put much stock in it, but that didn’t stop Nozo from having her fun. Still, it was worrying to see her so high up. Adrien eventually had to leave the park bench to go stand by the tree to make sure nothing happened to her.

Lastly, the good doctor Gwen just wanted to read. That made sense, since she was of an amazing intellect, but she seemed a little more focused on children’s novels rather than anything too serious. While Gwen insisted that her interest in the books was purely on the academic side of things, she kept giggling to herself as she sat on the bench and pored over the stories, just keeping to herself for the most part.

“Nozo, don’t go too high,” Adrien called up to the girl who scampered around on a tree’s branches. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, and shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

“If I fall I’ll land on my feet!” Nozo insisted.

“You don’t work that way,” Adrien argued, “I don’t even work that way.”

“Oh no, I’m gonna fall!” The girl giggled, tormenting Adrien. She did hop down from one branch to another, landing on it and shaking the leaves around with a heavy rustling. The sudden drop almost made Adrien’s heart stop.

“Don’t do that!” He shouted, “If you get hurt, well… well it’ll be because you didn’t listen!”

“I won’t get hurt!” The girl sat her rear on a branch, kicking her legs. One of her shoes fell off and landed in the dirt with a thud. She wasn’t wearing socks, but fortunately it wasn’t cold. Her apparel of an almost uncharacteristically nice, silky blue dress and some more Nozo-like black shorts underneath would keep her plenty warm, without a doubt.

“Oops!” She said.

“You did that on purpose!” Adrien called back. Nozo’s other shoe landed in the dirt in response.

“Kids will be kids,” Gwen added from her spot on the bench. She’d stuck to her debatably modest pink overalls and yellow t-shirt that day, and pink wedge shoes. She looked every bit the little girl, rather than some mature kid with a doctorate.

“Says the girl reading Captain Underpants,” Adrien rebutted. Captain Underpants was the story of a school principal who, after being hypnotized, strips own to his underwear and dons a cape, running about his school being a super hero.

Gwen peeked at Adrien over the edge of the paperback. “My interest in this lies in scientific curiosity,” She said, “It does, after all, deal with psychosis as a result of hypnosis.”

“There’s no science in those books,” Adrien cocked a brow.

Gwen ignored this and turned the book a little to thumb over the corner of the pages, enjoying a flip-o-rama animation.

KA-CHUNK!

The steel frame of the swing set lifted one leg a little off the ground, that leg falling back into the dirt with a thud. Annie squealed in alarm, but Fraise simply laughed. The over-busty little mouse was swinging so hard that it was starting to shake the entire swing set, much to the dismay of the smaller, meeker tiger girl who had wanted to swing next to her. Now Annie just wanted to get off the swings and not be at risk of falling or something thanks to her friend’s antics. Fraise was completely oblivious, the yellow skirt of her dress flipping about as she swung her legs and pushed with her butt to try and reach new heights. Most concerning was that she was practically parallel with the top bar at the apex of every swing.

“Weeee!” Fraise cheered.

“Fraise, be careful!” Adrien shouted to the girl, “You’re pushing too hard!”

“Huh?” The girl blinked, only to reach the height of a swing and go sailing off the seat. Adrien’s heart nearly leapt up into his throat as Fraise went up, then down, falling to earth. She hit face-down, thudding into the dirt with a heavy wobble of her breasts, which had absorbed all of the impact. She slumped back on her knees and blinked her eyes in utter confusion. Adrien hurried to her and she looked up at him, seeming no worse for wear.

“Oops, I fell off,” She said.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you!” Adrien scolded the girl, “What If you got hurt?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten hurt,” Fraise stated in full, innocent confidence.

Adrien crossed his arms. “What if you fell on your ankle?” He asked, “You could have twisted it and hurt yourself.”

Fraise had not considered this, and having it brought up, her expression got contemplative. “Oh,” She hummed.

“Woop!”

Annie leapt off the swings too, and Adrien turned just in time for her breasts to collide with and smother his whole head. Her weight brought him down to the ground, where he landed somewhat harshly and she landed softly on top of him. The girl sat up quickly and Adrien seemed to be reeling from the impact.

“Annie!!” He yelled, “What are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry!” The other Maltese tiger squeaked.

“You… you…!” Adrien couldn’t really help but be agitated beyond belief with the girls. What was supposed to be just a simple visit to the park was turning into a disaster. It was about time the lot of them went home.

Adrien very carefully got Annie off of him and stood up. He worried he may have a meltdown if something else were to happen. “We’re heading home, before somebody gets hurt,” He said, “We can do something safer indoors. That’s enough outside for today.”

“Yeah,” Gwen agreed, closing her book and getting off the bench. She approached Nozo’s tree and looked up at her. “Hey!” She called, “We’re going home because you guys can’t behave!”

Nozo revealed herself with a rustling and falling of leaves as she hung upside down on one of the lowest branches in the tree. “Lame!” She called out.

The branch snapped, creaked, and then broke off. Nozo fell to the ground in a heap on top of Gwen with a tree branch landing on top of them.

That’s when the crying started.

Adrien brought the miserable bunch of rowdy girls home and immediately set to tending to Gwen and Nozo. Fortunately the branch she hung from wasn’t all that heavy – that was how it managed to break in the first place. Getting hit by it barely harmed the two of them, but the fall, collision, and impact did leave them with some bruises and some scrapes on Nozo’s legs. Adrien had to wash off the bleeding scraps on Nozo’s legs while the girl cried over how much they stung. He disinfected them with some gel from the medicine cabinet, then slapped a couple of Band-Aids on her; one on the back of her left knee and the other on the back of her right thigh.

Gwen wasn’t too happy about getting a big bump on her head, and Annie and Fraise weren’t too happy because Adrien had to exercise some disciplinary action. Annie had to stay in Adrien’s room for an hour for jumping off the swing, and Nozo got to sit at the kitchen table for the same amount of time for not listening when Adrien told her not to climb. Fraise got a talking to for being reckless and Gwen… well, Gwen didn’t do anything wrong. Even so the house turned into one sour mood before dinner, and was notably quiet for the evening.

That was Saturday down.

Sunday morning, the girls got to gather their things up and get ready to go home after breakfast, which Adrien made them eggs for. By then, they had seemingly forgotten about getting in trouble, hurting each other, and arguing over the weekend. They were back to being delightful toward one another and acted like nothing bad had ever occurred.

Of course it was different for Adrien, who was starting to lack an appreciation for getting out of bed early, having to cook meals, having to tell the girls what to do, and constantly needing to make sure they were getting along and behaving themselves. It was exhausting to say the least, and something Adrien had never expected. Thinking back to how things started, it was ridiculous that his biggest concern was hiding the Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach Volleyball case from young eyes. That would have been, by and large, the least of his problems.

At around eleven in the morning, just when Adrien was considering to make lunch while the girls watched TV with their bags and things all packed, that Alexandra’s minivan pulled into the driveway. Nobody even noticed until there was a knock at the door – by then they all clued in that it was finally time to go home. Adrien got up from the couch where he sat with the girls and answered the door to find Alexandra standing there, taking up the door with her large frame.

“Adrien, darling!” The British cat-woman stepped in and threw her arms around Adrien, pulling him against her body and smothering the boy in obviously intoxicated affections. Adrien didn’t even know what to do with himself – he kind of flailed.

“Get off of him, jeez,” Nezu had come in and she pulled Alexandra apart from Adrien, “Sorry, she’s been like that since she woke up this morning.”

“With some big golden mare in her bed,” Andrea added, “It was pretty awkward.”

“She’s sex-drunk,” Lait tsk’d, “Or… or something, if that makes any sense! Ugh, I’m simply glad to be home. Where’s my little girl?”

“I’m here Momma!” Fraise had gotten up with the rest of the girls and approached the door.

Alexandra hung off Adrien some more, making his knees shake. “Were they… good for you, Addy dear?” She asked, poking Adrien’s nose and saying ‘boop’ when she did.

Gwen was blushing, her hands covering her face in embarrassment.

“Uh, well yes, they were, for the most part,” Adrien said, barely as Alexandra’s breasts threatened to swallow his head between them, “Nezu’s got some Band-Aids on.”

Nezu perked up and immediately took to her daughter, kneeling down to check on her. “What the heck happened?” She asked, though not waiting for an answer she looked her daughter in the eye, “You weren’t being all rowdy and rambunctious, were you?”

Nozo couldn’t meet her mother’s gaze. “… Yes,” She admitted, ashamed.

Nezu gave her daughter a patented parental ‘look’ and said, “So then you fell and hurt yourself.”

“… n’Gwen…” Nozo rubbed her arm and kicked at the carpet.

“Gwen!” Alexandra gasped, parting from Adrien to rush her daughter, getting down on her knees and pulling her into a bone-crushing hug, “My Gwenny-wenny did you get hurt? Are you alright? You’re alright aren’t you?”

Gwen grunted, breathlessly, struggling against her mother’s iron grip. “D… Dying…! You’re killing meeee…!” She grunted, before her face sunk into the sea of cleavage escaping Alexandra’s t-shirt neckline.

“Ohhh, my Gwen!” Alexandra dramatically cried, “Oh you’ve a bump on your little head!”

Everyone else simply stared. “Alright, seriously, knock that off,” Nezu said, “They’re fine.”

“And how did that happen anyway?” Andrea looked down at Annie.

“We weren’t listening…” Annie pouted, “And I jumped off the swing and hit Addy…”

“I fell off the swing!” Fraise declared.

Everyone looked to Lait, who crossed her arms and studied her daughter for a moment. “And you’re fine,” She said, “Accidents happen I suppose.”

“Well I told you to listen when Adrien tells you to do something,” Nezu waggled a finger at her daughter, “I told you, and you didn’t listen to me – I’m your mother for crying out loud. You need to work on those ears of yours, young lady.”

“I’m sorry…” Nozo flattened her ears.

“You say that every time,” Nezu tsk’d, “We’re going to have a long talk with your Dad when we get home about your behavior and how long you’ll be in your room.”

“Awww!” Nozo whined and stomped her foot, “I don’t wanna go to my room!”

“Oh don’t you start!” Nezu stood up, taking Nozo’s hand and walking her past the other mothers out toward the car, “Excuse us.”

“And you shouldn’t be jumping off any swings,” Andrea said to Annie.

“I know,” Annie frowned, “Am I going to get grounded too?”

“Probably,” Andrea nodded, “But let’s worry about that later. Addy! Is that it? They didn’t do anything else?”

Adrien felt a little bad for the girls… or, well, most of the girls. He felt bad for Gwen, but it was for completely different reasons. “No, that was it,” Adrien explained, “That was just the park yesterday. Otherwise they did what they were told and were good.”

“Well, that’s good,” Lait approached Fraise, and the two of them worked on loading the young mouse girl’s bags up to put them back in the van. Eventually Alexandra would join them in the effort, but Gwen had to keep her on track. As they gathered their things, Lait eventually made her way back to Adrien and presented him with a rolled up wad of money.

“Thank you so much for looking after them,” She said, “It couldn’t have been easy.”

Adrien looked at the money and held up his hand as he smiled. “You don’t have to pay me,” He said, “And yeah it was… something.”

“Nonsense,” Lait dismissed his modesty and simply plopped the money into his hand, “Believe me, I’ve been raising kids since I was half my age. If anything deserves a bit of money, it’s that.”

Lait sort of smiled, “It wasn’t easy, was it?”

Adrien took the money and shook his head. “I just… how?” He asked, “How do you do it?”

Lait looked over to see Fraise carrying almost all the suitcases on her back like a pack mule, barely able to balance the teetering, clattering luggage as she made her way out the door. “It’s… difficult to explain I suppose without sounding like one of ‘those’ parents,’” She said, “But when you have children of your own, it’s a blessing incomparable to any other. Every one of my kids is my precious treasure, no matter how badly behaved they can be. Take my word for it; somewhere in the middle of wanting to rip your own hair out, it just becomes clear that you’d do anything and deal with anything for them.”

Adrien nodded a little, following her train of thought to a point. Not being a parent, however, he could only look at it objectively. He was missing a number of… maternal or fraternal nuances. “Well I mean, they’re good girls and I’m happy to look after them,” Adrien said, “I don’t want to make it sound like it was terrible or anything. It was… really just kind of new to me.”

“Well, consider it practice,” Lait chuckled. She turned her attention toward the van in the driveway, seeing the last of their things getting loaded up. She stepped away from Adrien and outside to where the girls were starting to load themselves into the vehicle.

“Say goodbye, girls!” Lait instructed.

“Byyyye Adrien!” The girls all waved out of sync, some happier than others.

Adrien kind of laughed, a smile brightening his features. He waved, “Bye girls.”

“Gooooodbyyyye Addy!” Alexandra waved from within the passenger seat of the van.

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