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DRAFT - MOMMY ISSUES (MOTHER - KAFKA)
🕑 Added 2024-04-16 17:18:11 +0000 UTC
There is a time where a stable family dynamic allows for a healthy relationship, no matter how it works. For single fathers and mothers, one must take incredible steps to raise their child so that they could become a better person in life.
That is something that Maya learnt a lot, an experience a 36-year old single mother like her would attest to as she took on another Panadol before stepping out the room. The Monday sun shines onto her room where she shielded her eyes from the light. She sighed. It has become a very monotonous life, living for almost 10 years without a partner whilst also raising a child on her own. With all the stress and burden she has to carry, she continued on forward, hoping that her child would be able to live a happy life.
Except…………
“MOM, WHERE’S THE BREAKFAST?!” A loud voice is heard echoing down the hallway. At the kitchen, her single child, Lucas, is waiting impatiently at the dining table. She looked at him, in terror, as she realised that her son was hungry. “I-I’m coming!
STEP! STEP! STEP!
She went down the hallway and immediately went to the kitchen, apologising to her son before pulling out ingredients from the drawer to make them for breakfast. Maya reassured his son, “We’re going to have omelette for the day! Mom will be doing housework, then you don’t have to do much for the day.”
Lucas simply nodded to her words. She tried to talk with him more but he remained silent, focusing on playing his Nintendo games. After a few failed attempts at a conversation with him, she gave up and returned back to making breakfast.
She wondered where she went wrong with him. Ever since he began attending school, he has never once tried to stop getting into trouble, starting from playing truant, collecting lunch money from others and messing with poor people with his gangs, there’s no level of childish immaturity he will stoop low as long as he had his fun.
Aaaagghhhh……..She remembered again. Just a week ago, she was forced to have a talk with the principal as he bullied a glasses-wearing student for having the guts to stand up to him and started a fistfight. Despite his fiery lecture to her, she did get pitied on for her status. Yet, the suspension verdict is final and here, she is forced to find ways to discipline her child before the next time.
“If not, Miss Maya………good luck finding a new school.”
She shudders again by his words. With his son out of school for the time being how would her child be able to study with his peers? Her mind is constantly filled with these questions, but the most important one is……..how could she ever discipline her son?
Her frustration with her son came to a stop as her son suddenly shouts again, “WOOOOOOOOOO!!!! You fucking bitch, you think you can play me?! I’ll make all you bitches pay!!!”
As she silently eats her breakfast whilst her son continues to swear over the console, deep inside, she blames herself for the way she raised her child. All the money and love in the world should have been enough to turn her son into a better person, but with how rotten he has become, she questioned whether her methods are ever correct. And as their morning started, Maya has already lost many wills to start her day.
Once they finished their breakfast, Maya began to follow her routine by cleaning the house. Her son remained on the table playing his games and despite her soft warning for him to join the online class, her son only replies her with, “Fuck off! I’m busy here!”
She left him alone there, focusing on cleaning the house first then thinking of ways to discipline her son later. With a vacuum cleaner and a wiper, she is intent to see their house fully cleaned out by the end of the day. Thus began her weekly Monday routine. With her vacuum cleaner activated, she picks up all the dust that has been collected by the house. In all crooks and crannies, she cleansed all the areas of the guest room free from any dirt and grimes.
“Fuuuuuhhhhh…….” She releases a deep sigh. It’s a monotonous and thankless job, but it’s worth more than anything to watch her home remain proper. For both her sake and her son’s.
As the day continued, she continued on cleaning the house alone, arranging and wiping furniture, washing and drying their clothes, killing off any pests that she encountered and throwing out all the trash outside. Like clockwork.
Once most of the house is cleaned, she sets her eyes on one last place : Lucas’ room.
With her eyes closed, she opened the door and what awaits her…….is a mess, to put it lightly. Clothing lay rest on any surface, trash left unchecked with books littered all across the room. It’s like entering a hoarder’s room. And it disappointed her as much as it disgusts her. How could I raise my son to be this dirty?
She won’t give up however, for she’s already determined to clean every last area of her house without a speck of dust remaining. And like any other rooms, she began her duty to clean her son's room like a robot
Dirty laundry is thrown into the basket. Clean clothes are collected and arranged neatly. Trash is thrown into the bin. Remains are cleansed with mop. The trash bin that is this room began to resemble one of her own, a wide expanse of pristine homely paradise.
Before she could smile earnestly from her effort, one particular object obstructed her view of the bed. Hmmmm, a stick? It seems to be a long stick covered in cloth residing under the side of his bed, something La couldn’t imagine her son to possess. She understandably began to bring out the stick, and once it’s out in the open, she realized what she had just uncovered. Whaaaa…..what in the world?
A sword, hidden directly under her son’s bed. 1.5 meters in length, the thin blade and its relatively small size makes her believe that this is just a toy.
Yet, when her hands went on to touch its blade, something bright courses out from the shining steel, zapping her tip of the finger. BZZZZZZTTTTTT!!!!
“Yeowchhhh!”
Something electrifying courses throughout her body, causing her to instinctively pull up from the cursed weapon. “Lu-LUCAS! Come here!” She shouted, demanding that her son come and see this.
Unexpectedly, Lucas came as quickly as possible, confused with his mother’s sudden noise. “Like, what the hell is going on? I nearly lost that one, mom……”
Maya looked at him, with her glaring for an answer. “Son, I know that you always went out with your friends on your adventures…….” she pointed at the sword, “But how in the world did you have a sword, a real sword?!”
That is when Lucas’s tough persona changes to one made of fear and weakness. “Umm…..I……f-fo….”
“Tell me! Where did you find it?!” She demanded. It’s been a while since she’s been fully angry, but this is not of hatred, simply fear and concern about the circumstances of the sword.
“I-I…….just found it in the woods.”
“Wha-how do you just ‘found’ it in the woods?!”
“I just….did!” Maya is less than impressed by his answer. She has enough with his banter, especially if something this ancient and weird is being stored inside her house. “Okay then, Luke, if you want to do this…….”
She grabbed the sword, this time by the hilt and again she felt a weird energy transfer through her. It’s no concern to her, as her determination in dealing with the dangerous weapon is more important. “Here, bring it back.”
Lucas is surprised by her mother’s nonchalant words. “Wha-what?”
“You said that you found it in a forest, right? Then put it where it belongs.” She said, There’s no reason she wanted to be angry, heck, she doesn’t need to even if she wanted. Lucas has made very bad decisions for a long time, yet this sword broke the camel’s back. “I don’t really care how long that took, bring your friends or what, but do it. Now.”
“I-I….”
“I made myself clear. I don’t want this sword in my house.” She pointed to the door. “Now go.”
Lucas tried to respond, maybe discouraging his mother from doing so, but by his own guilty conscience and his mother’s rare moments of genuine anger, he exited his room in silence before leaving the house entirely to follow her words.
Maya watches as her son leaves the house, before slapping herself in distress. “Good grief……” What is that sword? Touching it, she could feel like something different emanates from that thing and ever since then, she couldn’t piece two-and-two together. Her sight began to disorient, and her movement wobbled by the moment. What did it do to me? She moved away from the room, thinking of going to the living room to calm her mind, yet her body doesn’t seem to correspond clearly with her thoughts.
“Haaaa….” She leaned onto the wall, clearly dizzy from her experience with the sword. As she slowed down a little to regain her breath, Maya notices that she began to sweat more from the mental fatigue. Ahhh, I’m not sick, am I? It would be frustrating if she suddenly caught up with a fever when the house isn’t completely cleaned. Who else would prepare the breakfast? Who else will work for the day? Who else can provide for her and her son?
Calm down…..calm down……She breathed in and out, trying to stir away from the mindset. All she needs is a few medicines and….
As she continued her steps to the bathroom, Maya could feel that something else was wrong with her. Her feet, which have been weak from the fatigue of home chores, are getting lighter with each step. She could move it faster, and the weakness that plagued it is reducing as well. At first, Maya thought that maybe it is a temporary relief yet this unknown sensation began to creep up on various parts of her body as well.
“What’s…….happening?” Her dizziness isn’t fading anytime soon, yet her body felt……healthier than before? No explanation can properly describe this experience, but it’s as if a flood of vitality long gone are coursing through her body at this very moment, resulting in a more lighter, active, and less tired build. If it wasn’t for her headache, she would be able to run through the entire neighborhood with energy to spare.
GULP!
This is wrong, this is so wrong. She began to move faster to the bathroom even with her head in a doozy, and with her energized legs, she spent no time reaching the sofa and swiftly sat on its soft cushions, massaging her head to curb this pain. “Jesus, this headache……”
It is when she relaxes on the sofa that the entrance door opened, revealing the sweating Lucas without the sword, fortunately. “Huuuuhhh……huhh….I……..did it…….”
“Lucas…..”
“Momm……!” He rushed towards her side, worried about his mother’s condition. For somebody who has outwardly shown himself as a deeply uncaring child, in this very moment, Maya could see the same loving son that she has raised all by herself. He quickly sat in front of her, anxiously watching her for a response.
“Haaa……Lucas…..you’re home?”
Lucas only nodded, relieving the mother in the process. She sighed, before asking him of a favor, “Can you……bring me a glass of water? Mom’s getting a weird migraine right now, if you could.”
“Right.” Lucas silently went to the kitchen as Maya continued to massage her head. Unbeknownst to the woman, the renewed vitality inside of her comes with a package of unknown effects. As her head continued to swim in an ocean of fire, her skin was burning up as well and within the layer of sweat, her stretched and weary texture began to soften.
“Huuuu……” she wiggled as the changes crept in all parts of her body. To her, the sensation is weird, but she doesn’t truly register it as wrinkles everywhere are fading from the returning youth to her.
Even as her hands massaged her head, she could feel her touch getting much smoother, which relieves her a little. “Maybe I should go to sleep, I can’t deal with this for the entire day…..”
Her body however protested, heating up her body internally. This discomforts the woman immensely, which helps accelerate the changes from within.
“Lu-lucas…..! Come here. I think…..something’s wrong with me…..” She alerted her son and Lucas, who just came out of the kitchen with a glass of cold water, like a diligent son, followed her word and went to see her.
“Mom, what happ-” A gasp from Lucas’ mouth. “Wha….what happened to you?”
“What do you mean?” Now she’s confused. What does he mean by that? All she got is a migraine and possibly a fever, it couldn’t be anything worse.
Lucas looks down on her, and asked, “Mom…..since when you look so…..pale?”
“Huh?”
He stands down, and stop his mom’s massage to hold her hand. After he touched it for himself he moved it to his mom to prove his point. “I thought my eyes are just wrong, but mom……your skin is getting brighter.”
“......Really?” She looks at her skin and is more than surprised at watching her normally rough and tanned skin are getting brighter and smoother from her eyes. She swiftly latched it out of her son’s hands and felt it for herself. “My goodness, you’re right.” If she could guess, it reminds her so much of her younger years, the beautiful and youthful her that once captured much attention.
For it to return so suddenly, something unnatural must have occurred to her. But before she got a chance to think, the heat increased inside her, capturing her ability to speak. “Aghhhnn…….” she squirms.
“Mom?!” Lucas tries to hold her together, but is surprised at watching her body change even further. His mom isn’t anyone special, with her accumulated fat and wrinkles making her nobody more than a normal 40-year old mother. Yet, what he sees seems to be reversing that idea.
From what is clear to his eyes, her shiny and soft skin are just the beginning. And it continues as her excess fat, a product of her years that left accumulating on her starting to flatten amidst her steaming body. “Aghnnn…..I feel…..so hot…..” Maya said, clutching her body from the unnatural heat.
Lucas has no idea what to do other than watching her in shock. Her body changes even more as fat is burning away from the inside. Her clothes loosen from the shrinking lady, making her smaller each time. The slight chubbiness that she possessed are also disappearing fast, replaced with a lithe and slim proportions that befits a more younger person than her.
“Haaaa…..haaa…..” she breathed heavily from the pressure she was burdened with. She wildly looks anywhere for a sense of comfort from the unbearable heat only to watch downwards to recognize something more has changed with her. “My…..body……!” She has shrunk considerably, lying under the increasingly unfitting clothes for her. Her body has lost many weights as far as she can see, which both confuses and……….elated her?
No…no! What is this feeling? She couldn’t be enjoying this, right? Yet as her body slimmed down, she could feel a rush creeping in all sides of her psyche, as if the idea of returning back to her old self sounds amusing to say the least. But I’m a mother now, I shouldn’t be…….
Her body again betrays her mind. WIth her excess fats removed from all sides of her flesh, it began to morph her body to a different direction.
Creeaaakkkk!!
Her bones snap and reform, thinning her frame to fit a new build. She twitches in both pain and joy as her torso is now forcefully changing her entire self down to its cores. “WhY…..this……happens?!” She begged for an answer.
Lucas could only wildly observe his mother as she’s becoming unrecognizable every second. He did not understand how any of this could be happening to her, and his mind couldn’t come up with an answer rational enough for this..
Only Maya could imagine the answer, one that she could certify with the phenomenon occurring to her. “Lucas……what is….that sword….?”
He couldn’t muster up an answer, and his jittering expression starting to annoy the mom. “You….idiot…..what did it do to me?~”
Of course, she has no intention to call him that, yet her mouth is becoming more open, courtesy of her mind boiling in hot water. She felt as if she’s losing her own sense of self, and the joy of transforming slowly chips away at her personality.
The changes in her torso are more than evident. As she slithers left and right from the overflowing hormones running in her body, her waist is taking a major deviation as its weary form is rejuvenated and pushed inside, away from the birth lines and into a narrow and sexy figure, one that Maya unintentionally enjoys as her fingers traces over the curving frame. “Ahhhhnnnn~ My waist……..it’s so…..soothingggggg~”
Her fingers move downwards to experience a new transformation. Her hips, which has been put through the worst of her life are softening out, expanding outwards without restraint, tightening and severely stretching her loose pants with her smooth moves. Maya gasped at the euphoric feeling it brings her, clenching her fingers deep to fully savor the moment.
How could this be…..? Maya asked this to herself. Just minutes ago, she was just cleaning her house for a routine and now, she thought of enjoying her body at every turn, grasping at every changing turn in a wave of confidence and self-assuring joy that is alien to the shy and self-controlled lady. This is not like me, this is utterly unlike me!
Yet it is here, a fire within her heart is burning like a wildfire, demanding her to be proud.
I must not! I still have Lucas! I can’t…..!
Her subconscious tries to argue, yet her hands couldn’t stop adoring the expanding hips, and in succession, an increasing thickness at her thighs. At that moment, Maya began to realize something. This, this feels good, right?
“Mom?” He asked, worried that his mother was losing it.
“Anggghhhhh~” She moans incessantly. The pleasure of her body reforming ricochets all across her mind, absorbing all the rush like a sponge. This feel……so wrong…..so……amazing……
“Lucas…..I feel…..so great……” she flexed her arm, releasing some of the stress of the thinning arm. Her limbs are a clear example of the changes that has occurred to her. From the flabby, oil-stained arm, it has morphed into beautiful, thin, and dainty arms that could easily slithers into the loving arms of any man that desires her, enticing her of her possible attractiveness. .
Once her hips have finished growing, both Maya and Lucas become stuck in amazement over the massive transformation that she has experienced. There should have been more confusion inside her, the wide hips and the narrow waist serves as an alien form to the unassuming woman, yet she couldn’t but smile.
“Are you okay?” Lucas asked again, approaching the changing woman slowly, But Maya stopped him in his tracks, smiling at him as her mind was getting clearer by the second. “Stay right there.” she ordered. “I don’t know what you did, but this thing……it felt so fun~” Maya pressed on her hips to accentuate her newfound sexiness.
He has no idea what his mother is spewing, but that doesn’t stop her from enjoying her new frames as more came to fill her with new features. She stopped fondling her hourglass figure and slid upwards to her chest, where the B-cup breasts rested under the fabric.
“Hmmmmmmm~ this won’t do. This won’t do at all!” She grabbed her lackluster breasts. For someone that is changing into a sexy hottie, it wouldn’t be proper if she isn’t endowed with more bountiful assets. And as her fingers tried to agitate her mounds by pinching her nipples, her wish came true.
A sensation of heat burns her chest, and she excitedly smiles even as her breaths become heavy, watching as her breasts begin to inflate likened to a pumping balloon. Her fingers held her inflating assets with dear passion, not letting go of the sensitive nipples that are twitching from both the change and the touch. It brought her immense satisfaction with her fingers continuously teasing her growing breasts as the loose shirt began to tighten around it.
The tents around her shirt emphasized the size of the growth, almost reaching the covered D-cup before stopping, blessing her with a humongous and bouncy breasts that would become the sensation of all men.
By now, what sat in front of Lucas is no longer the same mother that he knew, but a heavily sexualized, perverted version of her with only her face tying her to the original self. He couldn’t help but to be fascinated with how much she changes, his hands still struggling to near her for an answer.
“Mom, can you hear me?” He asked, trying to stop his mother from falling into the depravity of her new body, yet as he looks into her eyes, he knows that she is becoming closer to a lost cause.
“Oh, why are you such a bummer? Are you not used to your mother enjoying herself?” She responded, in a tone definitely unlike her. “This is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me, and I won’t trade it for anything else.”
She stood up with none of her headache curbing her anymore, her beautiful legs carrying her new body with a newfound grace, accentuating her new curves for her son to see. “I need a mirror.” And there she goes to the bathroom.
As she walks, her hair, which has been short this whole time, begins to lengthen with each step, dying itself in purple to overwhelm the generic brunette. Her long and silky hair now decorated her back with her hands. She smirks as her hair brushes the elongating hair with a swift and calm manner, proud of her new and beautiful crown. Not too bad.
Once she walks into the bathroom, she sees for herself the changes that has occurred to her, in the face. As her bones shifted, she watched in real time as her face became less pudgy to be replaced with a more sharper, much smoother, and most importantly, much younger face. “Hmmmmmm, what a beautiful face~” she said, her voice changed along with her face into a more sultry tone befitting a younger yet mature woman in front of her.
She caresses her new facade. There’s a natural beauty imbued within this form, one that exudes sexiness and confidence with just a glance. She blinked a few times, and with it, a new set of purple pupils adorned her eyes, finally ending the transformation once and for all.
Purple aura in the form of strings emits from her body, lightening the room in its brilliant shine. It caresses her frames tightly from shoulder to toes, showcasing her hourglass figure with its wrap.
Even the fragrance smells good. She noticed as her small nose caught on her bodily aroma. With her body completely changed into this bombshell figure of her own, she couldn’t help but to strike a pose and wiggle her wide hips. Haaa, what a blessing…..
Her posing streak is cut off as Lucas’ voice interrupts her, “M-mom? A-are you okay?” He asked, now worried about confronting the new person that was once his mother.
When he saw her now, she had changed into a new pair of clothes, her loose clothing replaced with a beautiful white dress and black skirt that hugs her body the way she wants. “Hmmmm? Oh, you.” She responded, a tone of indifference seeping into her words as she tied her long purple hair into a braid. “I’ve though of something right now.”
“.........! Wh-what….is it?” Her words of indifference shook him to his core.
“Call a taxi.. Now.”
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The night is clear, the cold wind of March contrasted the heat of the day as she walked down the alley.
It’s been days since Maya, no, Kafka has been given a second life to become this stunning goddess of a woman and she has been nothing short of grateful to take on the opportunity to finally take on the possibilities she couldn't have achieved in her old form.
And luckily, the world seems to have favored her as well.
“Ah, Kafka. It’s nice to see you face to face!” A tall young man noticed her in her dress, waiting for her with a bouquet in his hand. He waved his hands to grab her attention, his cute wide smile enlightened her a little and Kafka similarly smiled as well.
“The same as to you, Mr. Franz.”
When she thought that she would stay eternally alone, a chance meeting with this handsome man in her shopping spree has reignited the spark of interest in romance, leading her to fall in love with the man that very day.
And of course, with her newfound confidence and experience with romance, she managed to wrap this wealthy and young man under her fingers and it brings her joy to be loved and worshiped by him. Atleast she would enjoy his dumb smile each time they met.
“I knew that the dress would fit you.” He said, admiring the beauty that is her.
She has no other response other than thanking him, “You’re the one who choose it for me after all. I see that you have a good sense of fashion especially for me, my dear.”
“Aaaaahhh~” He blushed, embarrassed by her praise. Hehe, what a cute man.
It would be a waste of time to stand here and talk like a young couple. “It’ll be five minutes before the opera. I presume that we don’t have much time left before the premiere, right?”
“Oh, right! Sorry, I got distracted!” He apologized, before slowly lending his hand to her as an invitation. “May I?”
“Sure.” She took his hand, and both of them walked towards the opera, preparing to enjoy their night together.
At the edge of her eyes however, she could see that somebody was watching from her car, desperately hoping for her old self to return anytime soon. She ignored them with intense disinterest, frustrated that her old life would never stop hounding her.
Just a little more……and he would be out of my eyes forever. She smiled to herself, satisfied that her life could finally be remade in the blink of an eye. And as she walked together into the door, her dream might finally come true.
