AUTHORS NOTES - This story is a fetish piece containing a heavy focus on unrealistic sizes and proportions, futa, attribute theft, various types of expansion, excessive cum and cum inflation. If that isn't your kind of thing, I suggest not reading. If you haven't read the first chapter, make sure to give it a look before reading this one as this is a direct continuation. Thank you!
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'Lila..? Is everything alright?' my Mum shouts from downstairs. I freeze up, having been gawking at myself on the mirror. In all my excitement, I had completely forgotten about her.
I clench my fists tightly and it takes every bit of my patience not to shout back down at her. Instead, I collect myself calmly and take a long, deep breath. I couldn't foresee her providing a decent explanation for what she had done and the image of her being railed by Kat was burned into my memory.
'Go sit in the living room, Mum. I'll come talk to you in a second.' I order. My voice was clearly deeper and I spoke with a newfound sense of authority. I was taken aback by my tone and I almost felt silly for letting this power fantasy come-to-life get to me so quickly. I heard my Mum's little footsteps trail off to the living room in response to what I'd said.
I wanted nothing more than to march down them stairs and completely berate my mother for her actions. Yet I was not that type of person. The first thing on my to do list was to cover myself. Regardless of my desire to continue staring at my new self in the mirror, I needed to get some clothes and unfortunately for me, my old attire wouldn't even be able to cover half of what I'd become. Fortunately, my mother was a big girl too.
Walking out onto the landing, I make my way to my mothers room. Looking through her closets, I find clothes still far too baggy for me. Despite being much taller than her now, my mums ass, thighs, breasts and general plumpness was uncontested in size. Her clothes remained so baggy on me because of that. After quite some time of looking, I decide to take one of her dressing gowns instead. It was Incredibly loose on me but despite that, it reached down to just above my ankles whereas when my mother would wear it, it would trail along the floor.
The bizarre feeling of fitting into her clothes made me pause for a few moments. I hadn't truly had time to take in my transformation. I had been born anew and all I wanted to do was stare at this gorgeous new body. The newfound feeling of power coursing through my veins left me with an ear to ear smile.
Feeling satisfied, I make my way downstairs and proceed into the living room. As I enter, my mother stands up and begins walking over to me, tears In her eyes. I shake my head in response to her advance and dart my eyes towards the sofa. She pauses, catching a glimpse of what I had become through her teary eyes and despite her confusion, she sits down in compliance.
'Lila... how are you so tall!? What are you doing wearing my dressing gown..?' She pleads for an answer. I struggle to restrain myself. 'Lila, what-' my mother's speech is cut short as I can't withhold my anger.
'NO! No no no. You owe ME the answers and the truth, Mum.' I shout. In response, my Mum visibly recoils. Her knees bundle close together, somewhat afraid of the giant woman in front of her. 'I'm sick of this anger you've been shoving my way since Dad left. The way you shouted at me this morning was unacceptable. And on top of that, you're fucking other people!? Mum I can't even begin to express how fucked up this situa-'
She interrupts me as I speak, 'Lila, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about for a very long time. And, ever since your father ran away, I've been so hesitant to tell you. I've really wanted to, honest! Just... please don't be mad.'
My lip quivers in response as I attempt to tone down my anger. I raise an eyebrow and use my silence as a means of showing her she can continue speaking. She gulps and looks to the couch just across from the sofa she sat upon. I take the hint and sit myself down.
'Lila... god. Right. I don't know how to say this without being blunt so I'll just say it.' She starts. Now that she had my attention, she takes a long, deep breath in and continues, 'I'm not your mother. In fact I'm not even related to you. Your Dad was actually your biological father but your real mother died when giving birth to you. And your Dad... well...'
She struggles to speak and takes a quick moment to halt her tears. I find my breath quickening and my heart racing. I didn't really know how to react to such information. I'd often been suspicious of such a thing given the large difference in how both my mother and I looked but never did I actually consider it. My stomach churns and I find myself slightly overwhelmed with emotion.
'Your Father works for QD. And you were born with the intent to be a Stim. Your Mother was Injected with a substance that I don't know the name of, but it was supposed to make any woman give birth to a baby with... powers or whatever.'
Unable to control my hastened breath, I gasp through now teary eyes, struggling to comprehend the overwhelming information given to me. I had never seen my Mother be so blunt. I hold a hand over my mouth and look away from my 'Mum'.
'And that's all your Father gave a shit about. You may have loved him but he was a terrib-'
I interrupt her angrily, 'Dont you say a bad word about him! He was everything to me, Mum. God do I even fucking call you that? I don't know what to call you. Fuck.' I shout, struggling to speak with the lump in my throat.
'Lila, please. I've been wanting to tell you all this since he left but it's been so hard on me. I don't know how to tell my child their dad never loved them.'
'Your child!? Apparently I'm no-' I halt my speech as I collect my growing emotions. 'So why'd he leave then, Elly?' I ask, distaste clearly in my voice. Mum pauses for a bit, clearly taken aback by me calling her Elly. Composing herself in understanding, she gulps and continues.
'He left because you never developed your powers. So to him, you were a failure. He raised you to be a Stim. Why do you think he would always play media of heroes and villains and all that bullshit?'
I couldn't bring myself to reply for a few minutes, the word 'failure' ringing loud and clear in my mind. I stared off into nothing, still not fully comprehending what was being said to me. I mean, how could anyone? Being told your whole life was a lie is a completely surreal thing.
'Then why are you still here? Why didn't you leave once you realised he was a piece of shit.' I asked.
Tears stream down Elly's face. She gulps loudly and finally finds her words between her struggle, 'Because you deserved a real parent.' She finally replies. My eyes flutter as I struggle to keep myself from crying. As angry as I was right now, I couldn't deny that she had always been here for me. Even when Dad was on his business trips, she'd always be here, night and day. She'd got me through everything really.