Ok, so this might be really weird to write down but I seriously need to express this to someone or something or else I'm going to go crazy! I guess I'll explain the situation before getting to my problem. Basically my life is the typical story of a girl being raised by a single mother, rebellious in nature and style while my mom is more nurturing and trying to be understanding. She allowed me to express myself as I see fit as long as I don't do anything overly stupid like drugs or alcohol and in a way I guess that worked. I stopped trying to be a rebellious kid and kind of grew up respecting my mother for giving me my space but still being there when I needed her.
So after I turned 16 everything mellowed out though I kept the fashion sense. Then out of the blue my mom tells me she's going to start dating again, as if she hasn't been out of the dating game for years. I was skeptical at first to be honest; I mean sure she's only in her mid thirties and has the body of a 20 year old with nice large perky breasts and a surprisingly toned ass but I just never really pictured her dating again, especially since her freakish 6'8" height scared off more men than it attracted. We would sit in the living room watching our shows together when she would just start talking about my dad suddenly and how he was the perfect one but whenever I asked what happened to him she never told me, claiming I wouldn't understand.
Eventually she did find someone else though, some guy named Dave; nice body, a little young, but still a relatively nice guy and he seemed to make my mom happy. They dated for a few months before my mom started talking about pregnancy with me. Now she didn't talk about getting pregnant from Dave but specially talked about the time she was pregnant with me. She told me how great it felt feeling my life inside of her and joked about how huge she was during her pregnancy, but a part of me understood that she was possibly considering having another kid with Dave. I wasn't really sure how I felt about that though...
I guess I didn't really have to worry about it though, cause one morning I stumbled upon a sight that still confuses me til this day. The night before my mom said she was going out to dinner with Dave and wouldn't be home until late. When I saw her the next morning though, she wasn't the same for a number of reasons. First off... she was fucking huge! And you might not understand what I mean so let me explain. While before her breasts were large, this morning they were absolutely massive; her ass had upgraded from big to huge and her belly... her belly was just utterly gigantic. I didn't even notice at first that she must have been an even 7' tall at that moment, I was just too dumbfounded by what I was seeing.
She just smiled at me though, as if nothing was different and asked me to sit with her at the dinner table. As if on auto pilot my legs carried me to my destination and I slumped down on the chair, glaring at that monster belly of hers which she rubbed with extreme affection. Her words came out covered in bliss and motherly love as she told me how much she missed being with child, though she then giggled and mentioned that it seemed like her body instantly regained all the baby weight she had during her last pregnancy. She even mentioned that her breasts were sore and heavy, my eyes widening as I could see dark stains beginning to form on her top as her breasts were actually leaking milk. She quickly noticed this too and excused herself to clean off and the moment she disappeared into her room something overcame me as I stood up and ran to my room, locking myself inside.
What the hell did I just see!? What the hell happened to her body!? Why was she lactating!? A-and... was her belly moving..? All these questions swam in the confusion of my mind as I pictured her face, her expression, her voice, and her body and before I realized it, I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. What the fuck was wrong me!? I just witnessed what was clearly the definition of some strange shit and for some reason that mental image of my mother was making me wetter than the first time I dreamed about meeting Roy from the newest punk band. I was conflicted in the weirdest way but some unforeseen force compelled me to give in and for almost the entire day I did nothing much pleasure myself to the thought of rubbing against my mother's body, kissing her skin, hugging her belly, and drinking her milk.
I must have passed out at some point though because when I woke up it was night time. I did my best to clean myself up which involved changing clothes and removing my sheets before daring to exit my room. I heard some noise coming from the living room and timidly climbed down the stairs to see my mother watching TV like we normally do, this time though her belly was back to normal though the rest of her was still massive. She saw me though and smiled, patting the couch next to her for me to join her. Without a word I took my place by her side and merely kept smiling at me. "Where's Dave?" I asked her, which only made her giggle before she answered, "I'm sorry to say that things didn't work out with Dave in the long run so I don't think you'll see him again sweetheart. But that's ok, I still have you." Her smile was genuine and her arm went around me, pulling me in close as it was pressed against her mammoth breasts. She was so warm and I couldn't help but feel safe in her embrace. It was almost like I was a little girl again as she held me in her arms before sleep would eventually take me.
She's dating a lot more now. Its almost as if finding new guys is no challenge at all for her. She dates them for a couple of weeks, grows massive, then I never see them again and she's already onto the next guy. She never tells me what happened or why they left and every time I ask why she's gotten so big lately she just tells me its just baby weight she can't seem to burn off, even though she isn't pregnant.
I don't know what to do... Obviously something is up. So many men have disappeared and my mother is showing no signs of stopping her dating any time soon. What's worse is... I think she's getting bigger too. I mean I could have swore she was a few inches over 7 feet today and her breasts... just... wow... But that's the problem. I see all these people disappearing, all these bulging bellies of hers, all these massive milk filled breasts, these huge shorts destroying asses and... I like it... I like it more than anything I've ever seen and the more I see it the bigger I want her to get. But... this isn't right. I have to get to the bottom of this and stop it don't I? I have to stop her endless spree before someone else notices or she grows to big. Or... maybe find out how to possibly do it myself... after all... I bet I would look good with a body like hers...