Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

"So, you two are spending the night?" Anushka looked over the dining table at Karun and Hansika.



"Yeah ... we'll go to temple with you tomorrow ... so ..." Karun talked while chewing some steak.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, sweetie." Anushka took a sip of wine. "It's not polite."

"Sorry." Karun took a minute to swallow the food in his mouth and then looked at his eighteen-year-old, little brother. "So, has freakazoid here been to the doctor about his mutated dangler?"

"Goodness." Anushka placed her wineglass on the table with a hard thud. The red liquid sloshed inside it. She gave her eldest an icy look.

"Shut up, Karun." Shriya also gave her big brother a fierce stare. "You're such a bully."

Karun's wife, Hansika, gazed over at Krishan with a quizzical look on her face. Her brother-in-law was scrawny in all the places Karun filled out. Krishan had none of the muscles, or the height, that Karun had. But the teenager was also quite large where Karun was not. How odd. Life was full of strange juxtapositions. Krishan caught her staring, and Hansika blushed and turned her eyes to her plate. She brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulder and raised her fork, taking a dainty bite of Brussels sprout.

"I'm afraid Shriya's right." Ganesh wanted to intervene before the siblings went at each other's throats. "You should apologize to everyone at this table."

"Sorry." Karun smiled. He didn't look very sorry. "So, doctor or not?"

"We can't afford the doctor right now, and he's doing fine." Anushka thought about how Krishan had taken her in the basement just hours ago. Her youngest son was certainly healthy. If anything, his parts worked too well.



"So, has it shrunk back down to normal size?" Karun leaned toward Krishan. "Or do you still got Frankenstein's package down there?"

Anushka took a deep breath. Ganesh and Shriya glared at Karun. Hansika looked down at her plate.

"Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster." Krishan met Karun's gaze. "I never thought I'd see you jealous, Karun."

"Jealous of a freak?" Karun let out a harsh, false laugh.

"That's enough, Karun." Ganesh really wanted to change the subject. How had his family devolved into insulting each other's bodies? "Let's talk about something else."

"I'm not a freak." Krishan was sick and tired of his brother's shit. "There's lots of guys with these issues. Mom even helped me find some new underwear that fit."

"You need help with your underwear?" Karun sneered. "What did she measure it for you, too?"

"No," Krishan whispered.

"It's no big deal." Anushka looked at her husband. "I've always bought underwear for the children."

"Yeah." Ganesh had known about the new underwear, but didn't like the suggestion that Anushka had measured Krishan. Ganesh wished he didn't care. All bodies were God's work, after all. But try as he might, he wasn't comfortable with Krishan's size. It felt ... dangerous somehow. "Of course she helped Krishan with an uncomfortable situation. The teenage years are awkward. I remember. I'm sure you remember, Karun. You're all lucky you have a mother willing to help you with anything."

This last statement caught Anushka mid-sip, and she coughed up her wine, spraying it on the table cloth.

Ganesh patted her back. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just got something down ... the wrong pipe." Anushka's face was very red. "Let's talk about something else."

"Of course, dear." Nothing would make Ganesh happier. The less he thought about that situation the better. "You've upset your mother, Karun. We'll hear no more about this."

"Sure, Dad." Karun nodded and eyed his little brother. "Sorry." He smiled his wolfish smile.

~~

The labyrinth was a cold, dark place with slate-gray walls. Anushka raced down one corridor after the next, stopping at dead ends and taking random turns. Her naked form shook with each stride. Her unsupported boobs ached as they bounced, forcing her to run with her arms pressed firmly on her bosom. Cold sweat dripped down her neck and spine.



Something followed her. With each false turn and dead end, she felt the thing draw closer. The chase felt like an unwinding ball of thread. She rapidly approached the vanishing center.

A hand shook her shoulder. "Anushka. Wake up Anushka," a voice whispered in her ear.

"Krish?" Anushka's eyes shot open. She was in bed with her husband snoring next to her. Soft starlight filtered in from their bedroom window casting deep shadows throughout the room. Anushka sucked in her breath. A woman stood over her, with her cold hand resting on Anushka's naked shoulder.

"No. Not Krish. It's me." Nayanthara gave the wife a reassuring smile. "You were having night terrors and I couldn't bear to watch you suffer through it."

"I thought the Samatars sent you away," Anushka whispered. She pulled her blanket up to her chin.

"They tried their best, dearie. Don't fault them for their failures." Nayanthara removed her hand from Anushka's shoulder and stood up straight. "Come with me, it's quite urgent." She turned and walked out of the bedroom.



"Wait. Wait." Anushka whispered after the apparition. But Nayanthara disappeared down the hall. "Darn it." Anushka slipped out of bed and threw on one of her husband's oversized flannel shirts. It hung open, exposing the valley between her newly enlarged breasts, but she didn't feel like she had time to button it. Anushka raced out of the room and saw Nayanthara walking by the stairway railing to her right. Anushka followed, holding her breasts as she had in her dream to keep them from bouncing about. Goosebumps covered her bare legs. The only thing she wore on her lower half was her panties. "Nayan?" Anushka called after the woman. "What happened to me? How do I fix it? You need to put things back to normal."

"That is what I've come to show you." Nayanthara looked over her shoulder. The long, dark Victorian dress disappeared into shadow as it trailed behind her. "Bond what was broken. Mend the stitches and return to form."

"What?" Anushka hustled after Nayanthara. "You're going to fix this? Fix these?" She emphasized the word these by squeezing her heavy boobs. Anushka had almost caught up to the woman. She passed by her son's closed bedroom door. She reached out to grab Nayanthara, but the woman vanished. Anushka heard the toilet flush in the bathroom to her left. Anushka stood in the hall dumbfounded.



The bathroom door opened with a flood of light and there stood Krishan humming the song. He didn't notice his mom in the hall as he wiped his hands on a towel and flipped off the light, dropping them into darkness again. He stepped into the hall without really looking where he was going and bonked into his half-naked mother. "Mom?" Their bodies pressed up against one another. Blood rushed to his dick.