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Mother and wife (WG story)
🕑 Added 2022-03-28 01:12:59 +0000 UTCJust an idea I had when I was trying to find reasons why a woman who is not into our kink would want to participate in it. I really liked the idea but since I am determined to finish my magnum opus (MWK) before I start another multi year art project, I have decided to try and write a story instead. Fun fact- MWK was also an unfinished story before I started drawing at all. I have also never written a whole story before so I greatly appreciate any feedback. By the way- writing this reminded me of this song: Tarja Turunen - Boy And The Ghost
Mother and wife (WG)
-Dreaming of knights in shining armor and eternal love is not exactly helpful in life. Elizabeth has spent most of her time fantasizing about life instead of living it. Many years flew by and not being for her mother, she would never have married. It's not that nobody would want to. The problem was, she never took part in the usual mating rituals of the other humans. She has never been a fan of one night stands or partying. Even going out with her friends was a rare occasion.
And so, after many lonely nights, she finally surrendered to her mothers arguments. She married William, a colleague from work, a practical man, a man who spent most of his time at work or socializing at the pub. He was a good man. It's just that Elizabeth never found any interest in him. He was good looking for sure but there was nothing about him that didn't bore her to no end.
Reality finally caught up to Elizabeth after she moved in with William. Here she was. A middle aged wife and stepmother, ready to make the best out of the situation she got herself into. Yes, stepmother. Not to forget John, Williams adult son still living in the house. Honestly it's easy to forget John because he is either at work or locked in his room. Elizabeth even blanked on John's name when they met a second time. She felt really bad about it and tried to carve John's name in her brain since. John, John, John, think of John. She even made up a strange little story about William Shakespeare and Little John so she had some connection in her head.
-Elizabeth always dreamed about having a family. Of course her fantasies were never this disappointing. Her life with William was more like having a roommate with benefits. Honestly, he even managed to make sex look dull. And being a mother to a young man was difficult. Not that he would get in trouble or anything. But that's exactly what she found suspicious. John was always very avoiding and never seemed to smile. If she only would find a way to talk to him. More than two sentences that is.
So after some time she decided to investigate and look through John's computer when he was at work. Elizabeth has only managed to find one thing after spending the whole day in front of the computer. She finally gave up and admitted her very limited PC skills. At least she found John's hobby. He was watching a polite Asian lady eat dinner and interact with her stream audience each day. Kind of a weird hobby for most but Elizabeth understood. He was lonely and was looking for company.
A boy of his age should spend his weekends out, having fun. But with his sour attitude, it's probably hard to find any friends. If I could only break him free out of his prison room. I need to find a way to sit and talk with him for at least ten minutes. … Heureka!
-The next day Elizabeth cooked a late dinner just in time for John's arrival home. When John entered the house he saw Elizabeth through an open living room door sitting at the dinner table.
Elizabeth looked at John with a warm smile: Welcome home Johnny. I figured you might like your dinner hot for a change. Come, it's all ready, sit down. We can have a nice meal like civilized people.
During dinner Elizabeth tried all her conversational tricks but hardly got anything out of John. When she took a second to bring the dishes to the kitchen, John vanishes into thin air.
Well, that could have gone worse. But I need to find a way to keep him around.
-The second day Elizabeth made a two course meal hoping to prolong their time together. John finished his soup well before Elizabeth due to her constant talking but much to her delight he waited patiently for her to finish and bring the next course.
Elizabeth thought: He seems to be a very polite young man. Any other would be fiddling around with his phone instead of listening to me.
-The third day she added a desert to their dinner and it worked like a charm. John even mentioned how much he used to love pudding. Elizabeth was thrilled that he finally told her something about himself. She could hardly fall asleep after that. She also spent some time finding a comfortable position due to her full belly. She was always an early bird so these late dinners were a bit uncomfortable for her. Eating just before bed time would also explain why she felt bloated all day.
-Noticing her bloated belly in the bathroom mirror again next morning made her realize that she can't just keep adding courses to their dinners to prolong their talks. Feeling like a balloon was a small price to pay to help her stepson but he would surely realize what's going on if she continued like that. So she stood there thinking of other ways to keep John around whilst unconsciously drawing little circles with her finger around her belly button.
The following evening didn't go as well, so as a last ditch effort Elizabeth asked John to help her with the dishes. And during the process John told her another important detail: I like helping people but it's weird for me to ask if they need something.
-The next few evenings went OK but Elizabeth didn't feel like she was making any progress. That's until she randomly decided to brag about her cooking skills: Oh, that duck was so delicious. The skin was so crispy and yet so juicy. I could be eating it for a month.
Then John stood up, took her plate and asked: I could bring you seconds if you would like?
Elizabeth paused for a second because this was the first time John offered to do anything by himself. She wasn't sleeping well as it is and eating another plate of greasy meat was surely not going to help that but she could not risk letting him down at such an important moment. So she put on the cutest grateful smile she could muster and answered: That would be lovely honey! And make sure to bring plenty of potatoes with it. -She called after him with instant regret.
Oh boy, why did I say that. That was not smart.
As soon as he was out of the room Elizabeth reached down and slowly unzipped her skirt so he would not hear it. She loved duck and had overeaten already so things were about to get serious.
Elizabeth secretly hoped John would eventually go to his room so she would not have to eat this gigantic mountain he brought her. But John seemed to be in the talking mood so Elizabeth slowly chewed her way through it and despaired about why he brought her the amount of food he usually eats.
After finally finishing, Elizabeth awkwardly slowly stood up and patted her round belly twice as a sigh of satisfaction: Thank you honey, it was a lovely evening.
Suddenly she grabbed her skirt as if it was about to fall down and turned sideways to hide her open zipper. Luckily John was picking up plates from the table and didn't see her. He only took a short look at Elizabeth pulling on her t-shirt before declaring to do the dishes today and walking off. But her skirt wasn't going anywhere. It was holding onto her soft hips effortlessly despite being open. Still a bit surprised, Elizabeth whispered: Good time to have a few extra pounds.
Then she started to feel the fullness in her whole midsection. With no more distractions, it was hard for her to focus on anything except the expanding pressure within her. There was no way she would fall asleep like this so she decided to sit on the couch and read something till she felt better.
Half an hour later somebody entered the room and a pleasant scent filled the air. Elizabeth slowly turned her head: Will, is that you? Oh, Johnny. Why aren't you in bed?
And John answered: I always watch a movie before. Elizabeth closed her book and said jokingly: I hope you don't mind company because I am glued to the spot.
Without objection John started the movie and sat down next to Elizabeth. He looked at her and lifted his popcorn up close with a friendly gesture. She took one piece and replied with a warm smile.
Two hours later: Mom, do you…
John paused as he saw her tucked into the corner of the couch sleeping peacefully in the dim light and contemplated: I didn't wake her yet… but why did I call her mom?
After a few minutes in silence he quietly put the half eaten popcorn away and very, very carefully leaned on her side. Resting comfortably just under her arm, he began hearing her quiet breathing, sounds of strange flowing liquids and tiny popping bubbles. One by one, all thoughts drifted away as his head slowly cruised up and down on her soft sea of calm.
-The following morning Elizabeth woke up covered in a cozy blanket wondering how she managed to sleep so well on the couch. Full of energy she practically jumped up and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the boys. Soon Elizabeth realized that she was putting of grocery shopping the whole week. She still didn't feel like walking to the mall but it was necessary. Just then, John came into the kitchen: Perfect timing Johnny, we need to drive to the shop.
At the mall Elizabeth noticed John looked even more nervous than usual. She had a hard time hiding her grin when a beautiful young girl walked past and John practically froze.
Elizabeth knew it was the perfect time to ask about how he is doing with the ladies but of course not in the crowd. As they were carrying the groceries Elizabeth halted in front of one of the various stands: Would you like some ice cream Johnny?
It's eight in the morning. -he replied a bit unsure.
Then Elizabeth leaned a bit towards him: Ah come on, you have to be a little naughty sometimes.
After sitting on a bench for a while Elizabeth licked a circle around her ice cream and turned to John: Do you see that girl over by the ceramics stand? She waits for John to turn his head: Do you like her boobies? It took John a few seconds to understand what she said but his reaction was priceless: What?!? I…yea but what???
They both started laughing and tried not to attract too much attention until Elizabeth whispered: If you like her, you should go talk to her.
John's smile slowly faded: I don't know what to say. I can't pretend confidence.
Elizabeth put her hand on his knee: You don't have to pretend. Women will like you if you lie but they will love you only if you are honest.
Then she jumped up and pointed a finger gun at John: Watch this!
Elizabeth quickly hopped towards a group of middle aged men in the distance with her round butt wrapped in curve-hugging pants jiggling profusely as her weight shifted from one leg to the other. She started talking with them, then pointed back at John and the whole crowd started waving at him. She said something else and came back with a brisk walk smiling from ear to ear.
As she is tried to catch her breath John asked: How are you so confident?
Elizabeth took a few more breaths and raised her eyebrows: Oh no, I am not confident at all. But why should that stop me? I just smiled and said the first thing that came to my head. Folks like that.
By the time they got back home it was time to start preparing lunch. Given it was a Sunday Elizabeth always made sure to make it a bit more special and cooked more complicated recipes. Just as she was done cutting the vegetables and meat John showed up and asked if she wanted help with it.
Elizabeth gave him the knife: Well, no. Buuut you should learn how to do it anyway. You can't be eating fast food all day young man.
Elizabeth brought out more ingredients and let John start from scratch. He did pretty good for his first try and they ended up with almost double the food Elizabeth usually prepares. This was not a problem, they could just put the rest into the fridge. Or so she thought.
This Sunday Elizabeth didn't have to ask John to come to the living room for lunch. This time he was here and without any signs of him running off.
However the one missing today was William. Once again he received a phone call about something breaking down at work that only he could fix. A frequent occurrence in a company that didnt plan ahead.
Now left at the table with three full plates, John said to Elizabeth standing at the front door: Is dad coming back? Because there is no space left in the fridge.
She closed the door: Yea, I guess I got carried away having a car there for once. We have to buy less next time.
Weeell, I hope you are going to help me with all this. -as she leaned over the table observing all the delicacies laid before her. John didn't answer. He was distracted by Elizabeths blouse hanging from her shoulders, opening just right so her soft breasts swelled out of her bra as she took a deep breath: Aaah, it sure smells delicious. I am so hungry after skipping breakfast.
Then she quickly sat down causing her tightly packaged butt to bounce off the chair a little, followed by her breasts shortly after. When the soft wave settled Elizabeth made eye contact with John: Ice cream doesn't count!
John smiled a bit: And what about the second one?
Elizabeth lowered her head slightly with a guilty smile and picked up a spoon: Eat your food before it gets cold, you…
Time flies, food disappears and the two had great fun together. After two hours of casual eating Elizabeth told a hilarious story: ...I have never seen anyone so drunk! And… and then she took another beer and then she…
Urp…-interrupting herself. She put her hand on her mouth: Ou, excuse me. While John burst out laughing: And then she burped! AH, I love you mom!
Elizabeth sat still for a while: You never called me mom before. That is so sweet of you.
John's laughter turned into a whisper:: Actually I did. When you fell asleep on the couch yesterday.
Elizabeth slowly stood up and opened her arms as an invitation for a hug: I love you too Johnny. He kept sitting but Elizabeth bent down and pushed herself into him: You can't escape mom's hugs. And she kissed him on the cheek.
When she let go he got up and walked away: I had a blast but I have to do some things. See you… Elizabeth's eyes followed him: Any time Johnny. She stood there a minute wondering if she was going too fast until her round belly groaned, snapping her out of it: Oh goodness, why am I this bloated. I ate less than yesterday, I think.
Elizabeth went to the bedroom, looked in the big mirror and put her hands on her hips: I was a bit chubby before but I have pretty much blown up in the last week. Why am I even wearing my form-fitting pants today?
She unzipped her pants and with some difficulty, peeled them off her squeezed behind. As she put on her sweatpants Elizabeth noticed her round silhouette in the mirror. She was looking in the mirror slowly pulling the waistband higher and higher over the curve of her inflated pot-belly until she reached the top: I wonder what it would be like to be pregnant. I could have a girl or a boy. Maybe both. If I had twins I would definitely gain a lot of baby weight. I would grow big milky breasts but most would definitely go to my big ass. It would not matter. My family would love me even if I became a fat cow.
After a few hours of figurative and literal dreaming about a happy, comfortable life a polite knock at the bedroom door woke her up: Aaaah… sweety, what is it?
John yelled through the closed door: I found something and I need your help!
A surprised Elizabeth got up and walked to the kitchen, still dressed in sweatpants and some old T-shirt: I think we found your calling today.
John offered her a chair: I found all these interesting recipes and I am dying for a second opinion.
Elizabeth smiled and ate the small dessert on the table: That was delicious honey.
John opened the balcony door and brought two more dessert plates: The fridge is still full and it's colder outside.
Oh, you have more of these cute little thingys. How wonderful. -exclaimed Elizabeth with a twinkle in her eye.
After John brought the third pair of desserts, he said seriously: You don't have to eat the whole thing.
Elizabeth forked a whole peace and stuffed it into her mouth: NonSense… It wOuld be rUde to Waste sutCH deliCious Food.
The fifth pair caused her to pause and John asked: So that one is not good?
Elizabeth immediately swallowed the rest of the cake: No, no, I am just getting a little bit full. Is there more?
Eating the ninth pair of weaponized sugar and cream caused her unleashed breast to wobble a bit every time: HICK. Honey, get me some HICK water please. I need to HICK wash these tasty treats down. HICK
Two more desserts and about a gallon of water later the hiccups finally stopped. She stretched her legs and looked down. Elizabeth realized she wasn't wearing a bra the whole time as she saw her breasts spreading to the sides due to her grotesquely loaded stomach. It was trying to stretch into all sides, including up and made even breathing bothersome.
Do you…ah… Do you have any more of these superb pastries sweetly? -trying to sound as if she could not get enough of them. In reality all of them had too much sugar or too much fat. Or both. Elizabeth secretly wished she would never have to get up from this chair because of how heavy and tightly packed she felt and undoubtedly was.
Let me help you up. -John said softly and reached his arms out to Elizabeth. She bent her knees, took John's hands and sat up right at first: Gently Johnny.
He supported her weight, carefully pulled her up and looked down into her eyes: You are perfect. Elizabeth stood up completely and her T-shirt and pants divided around her belly button revealing a sliver of tight red hot skin: I am very far from perfect. John tenderly wrapped his arms around her lightly touching her belly with his: To me, you are. I don't know any other mom who would be gaining weight like you.
She was in shock until he let her go and then she smiled and whispered: You are very sweet Johnny. Could you help me upstairs?
Elizabeth spent the rest of the night rethinking all her conversations with John. As the creamy mass in her sated abdomen slowly dissolved and spread all around her thick body the struggle in her mind grew in equal measure to her enriched size.
-The next morning Elizabeth stepped on the scale and looked down. All she saw was her round middle, a physical memory of yesterday's reckless gorging blocking her view. So she bent over a bit: I must still be full. My skin is tight so I must be. There is no way I could have gained 6 pounds in a week.
-In the following weeks Elizabeth made attempts to distance herself from John and blamed herself for going too far trying to bond with him. Elizabeth did not try to avoid John but instead just watched how much she ate. Little by little John turned from a deer in headlights into a young gentleman. Seeing how well John was doing led Elizabeth to gradually let her guard down until the day he got a promotion at work. To celebrate the previously unthinkable, John cooked a family feast. In the cheerful atmosphere Elizabeth completely forgot about her worries and stuffed herself silly with a three course meal and of course, dessert.
-In the morning regret set in and Elizabeth stepped on the scale again. She was looking into the corner of the room a bit nervously: I am probably back to 155. I have eaten normally for almost a month, so. Then she bent over: 166 POUNDS! How did I gain another five pounds?!
Elizabeth stepped down and the door opened: Did you call me mom? Elizabeth spun around quickly and walked to John: Oh no honey. I mean yes, I did. I wanted to ask you how you are… doing, you know.
John looked down: It was weird lately. I have never had much luck with anything. Now I have money and a hobby. Ever since our first dinner everything just seems to work out.
Elizabeth took his hand: No Johnny, it's not luck. Its you. …with a little poke from you ol mom, heh.
John thanked her with a smile and walked out. Elizabeth noticed her bra had shifted and formed a slightly uncomfortable roll under her arm. She was pulling the stretchy band under her shirt from side to side jiggling her bosoms with it: I just need to start exercising. If I burn a few more calories I will be fine. A pound a week is not so much anyway.
-After a couple more months of happy family life and regular training an exhausted Elizabeth decided to check her progress. She didn't really care about her weight at this point. She was looking for an excuse to take a break from her daily routine of endless aerobics in the mornings and fulfilling feastings in the evenings: 163. That's not bad. I can finally relax tomorrow.
-And so tomorrow turned into a week and a week into three months. Elizabeth was in the kitchen trying to grab something from the shelf when she felt her underbelly brushing against the counter. It surprised her so much she paused.
I'll get that for you. -said John, effortlessly taking a chocolate bar from the shelf.
Without a word Elizabeth turned and walked upstairs. John found her reaction weird and followed her. She seemed upset so he opened the door very carefully.
187... -Elizabeth said out loud.
Awesome mom, you are almost 200 pounds! -John almost yelled out. Elizabeth jumped up a bit and turned her head: Oh no.
I knew you were doing good but I had no idea you would be this close to the big 2… -John said, crouching next to her legs holding up two fingers.
For the first time in her life Elizabeth didn't know what to say so she just looked at John, raised her eyebrows, smiled and nodded causing her chin to form a small outer curve.
John quickly took a photo of the number between her feet: Please, can I keep track of your progress? It would be so cool to have something we can look at later.
The still stunned Elizabeth could only focus on John's glowing face: Sure honey.
John jumped up, took a few steps back and took a photo of Elizabeth standing on the scale. She wanted to protest but instead just smiled into the camera. He was taking photos from any conceivable angle until Elizabeth finally snapped out of it: That's enough honey. You will make me camera shy. Leave some for next time.
-For a month Elizabeth thought John would forget about his little project if she kept a low profile. She spent her free time in the living room reading, painting or pretending to be busy. But she was wrong. Someone with a protruding gut and wide ass such as hers could not hide anymore. John barged into the room: Mom it's time for the monthly weigh in.
Elizabeth was thinking of an excuse she could use but didn't manage to lie to him: Oh, ok honey, I will be right up.
As Elizabeth came to the scale John reached out his hand: May I? She smiled, took his hand and stepped on it. Being now used to her big stomach she automatically leaned forward to look at John kneeling below her. She still felt like a piece of meat being observed, weighted and tightly packaged at the store but he never looked happier: Wow… 195 pounds. You are growing so fast. I hope we won't miss your big anniversary.
Seeing him below her all wide eyed and looking at her belly made Elizabeth realize how precious his admiration was: You won't miss it if you come to dinner, Johnny.
Elizabeth had to laugh as he scrambled to his feet: Please, can I take some pictures first?
She squinted her eyes, put her hands on her hips and attempted a modeling pose as she was balancing on the scale. John ruined most of the photos by moving around too quickly.
The following could hardly be described as a dinner of two civilized people. They had way too much fun joking about Elizabeth's eating abilities to behave like adults: 5 pounds is nothing. I could swallow that in one gulp. Don't worry I won't explode, I think.
It could also not have been described as a dinner since they began at 3pm and all the various food types that found themselves surrounded by Elizabeths layers of tight stomach and soft fat under her stretching skin were a combination of anything edible in the pantry: These cookies made me crave some scrambled eggs. Be a darling and make me some while I demolish these chips.
After hours of a crazy food party a tired Elizabeth was lying on the couch breathing heavily: Come… come on Johnny I can handle it. Put it in. John hesitantly placed the marshmallow he was holding back into the bag: We should check your weight. I will bring the scale.
Elizabeth closed her mouth and began rolling herself into a sitting position: Au… oh.
John almost threw the scale on the ground: Wait, let me help you.
He pulled Elizabeth up and stood close to her: You should not push yourself this hard, I don't want anything to happen to you… John leaned down and hugged her tightly. Urp… -Elizabeth started giggling and so did John. She took a step back, suppressed her laugh and looked at him: Ah… don't worry sweety. Fat moms know best. And I would bet I got the big 2.
Elizabeth held John's hand as he led her to the scale. She took the step and waited: So did I make the big 200? John stood up: No… you overdid it by two pounds.
Elizabeth grinned and patted the side of her belly: Oh, it's just to make sure.
-From this point on Elizabeth gradually accepted all the worship her growing body was getting. She still realized how twisted her relationship with John was but she didn't want to change it anymore. Now she embraced her growing body knowing how much good it has brought them.
Needles to say, Elizabeth continued to feast like royalty each day and let John pamper her even more..
Eight months after their first dinner Elizabeth has reached 201 pounds on an empty stomach: I did not over do it this time Johnny. I didn't eat anything until you got home. It's all your fault this time, my little feeder.
The ninth month seemed like a perpetual low key celebration with multiple complimentary cakes which resulted in her being 208 pounds at the end.
Next month Elizabeth decided to slow down once more since she started to have difficulties with clothes fitting the winter season and her ever growing behind. She still filed out up to 216 pounds.
The month after with Johnny's help and much self restraint Elizabeth actually cut down on her gorging. However with 223 pounds she still gained ´some´ weight.
If I am going to get fat I should at least enjoy myself. All these tasty treats are too good to evade anyway. Right honey? -Elizabeth declared as she took a glass from John and began to drink melted ice cream.
A year of opening herself to the allures of gluttony have put the once curvy Elizabeth up to a weighty 234 pounds. Her strained bra now overflowed with each breath as she sat on her wide meaty butt cheeks spread out comfortably on the couch and slowly running her fingers in circles over her round gurgling gut digesting her last meal: Oh sweety, what's for dinner today?
Until…
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RenownedExplorer
Fixed some writing errors...
