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Mother Knows Best Rebirth Part 2 PREVIEW
by MagnusMagneto
The story thus far:
Tara, a single mother, and her nearly-adult son Cory decided to spend the summer at a lavish mountainside home owned by Tara’s wealthy brother. While Cory wanted nothing more than to spend his days playing games in his room, Tara wanted to try to improve their quality of life. One fateful day, Tara encouraged her son to join her on a run, but Cory belittled his mother’s idea. Tara teased that given enough time she would become fitter than him, which lead to the creation of a contest. After a few weeks of preparation, Tara and Cory would compete in running, weight lifting, and arm wrestling.
While Cory continued to slack off, Tara trained every moment she could. Her body responded at an unnatural rate, and with some help from supplements, her progress increased even further. Unbeknownst to Tara, her body was gradually transforming the very way it consumed and utilized nutrients.
1) One week after the end of Chapter 1.
The day of the contest.
Cory woke up at 11 AM. He groggily glanced over at a calender hanging on his wall, and noticed that today was the day. After today he would be in charge of the household. “The man of the house.” In Tara’s words. Cory wasn’t entirely sure what he’d do with that kind of power – probably just order his mother to cook and serve him elaborate meals of his choosing. To his surprise, Tara didn’t bother trying to wake him up early for the competition. He presumed that she must be biding her time for fear of what was to come.
At a leisurely pace, Cory strode into the bathroom connected to his bedroom, stripped, and turned on the shower. On a whim, he decided to check himself out in the mirror. As he examined his body, he noticed that his muscles naturally popped out far less than they had a mere two months ago. His formerly hard, firm stomach now had a layer of unintimidating fluff on it. He flexed his arms, and they didn’t jut out quite as much as they used to. “Whatever.” he muttered before stepping into the now-warm shower.
As he washed himself down, Cory examined his legs. They had also lost a fair deal of size and definition. He recalled a little over a week ago how he caught a glimpse of his mother’s gams, and how powerful they looked. A pit formed in his stomach as he wondered if her legs were stronger than his now. Sure, hers definitely looked bigger, but he did still have ‘man power’ on his side. Regardless, even if her lower half looked like that, Cory was sure he had her beat in the upper body department. Women just couldn’t build muscle up there, he assured himself.
After showering and getting dressed, Cory made his way into the living room. His mother was nowhere to be found, and he prepared himself an easy breakfast of sugary cereal with cold milk. Cory believed this to be a fairly healthy choice, but he failed to realize just how little nutrition it offered for the caloric content.
Eventually, Cory heard a sound coming towards him. His mother had emerged from what he presumed was an office in the house. Embarrassingly, Cory hadn’t even explored the entirety of the home, so he had no idea what all of the rooms even were. Tara was wearing an incredibly baggy windbreaker and loose sweatpants, completely concealing her form. Cory could tell that she was bigger, but he wasn’t entirely sure of the extent. He held back a snicker, as the outfit frankly made her look fat.
“Well Cory, since you’re actually out here, I take you remember what today is?” Tara asked as she approached.
“Yeah. We doing this thing or not?” he quickly shot back.
Tara smirked and nodded. She had to conceal her excitement. “Yeah. What’s first, running?”
“Sure, whatever.” Cory said before getting off his seat and moving towards the door.
Tara followed and the two of them left the expansive house. Cory wasn’t entirely positive, but he could have sworn that his mother was somewhat taller. He shook the feeling off – that would be impossible. ‘She must be wearing lifts in her shoes or something’ he reasoned to himself.
“Well Cory, you probably don’t know this, but there are 4 trails to choose from – ranging from beginner to dangerous. I think we should stick with the beginner trail, but it’s up to you.” Tara explained. She was eerily calm.
“Beginner?” Cory snickered. “Frig that.” A cheesy saying, but despite his overall arrogant demeanor, Cory still had the sense to not swear around his mother. “Let’s just do death trail.”
“I really don’t know if that’s a good idea…”
“Alright fine, the expert trail. Can you handle that?”
Tara decided to put on a bit off an act for fun. “I dunno Cory… that looks really tough. For me at least.”
“Seriously? I know you’ve been running these boring old trails all summer.”
“Alright, fine. Expert it is, I just hope we don’t get hurt.”
“Right.”
1.5)
Mother and son took a starting position at the mouth of the trail. Cory crouched down to the ground, imitating a professor runner. He failed to properly replicate the stance, which lead to him appearing rather ridiculous. Tara stifled a snicker, and the two of them mutually counted down from the count of three.
After the countdown, Cory burst forward, running as fast as he possibly could. The teen reasoned that since Tara had been training for so long, she likely had greater endurance than he did – but if he simply sprinted as quickly as possible, it wouldn’t matter.
Tara simply stood still. She knew the ins and outs of the trail to an exhaustive degree. She knew exactly how long and treacherous it was, how quickly she could conquer it, and a solid estimation of Cory’s capabilities. A couple minutes passed, and she decided to start.
Meanwhile, Cory was still sprinting as hard as he could. His entire body was pounding, and he felt like his legs were going to explode from the motion. ‘How long is this stupid trail!’ he thought to himself. He was surprised at the sheer incline of the path, and the ruggedness of the ground. More than anything, he was growing genuinely concerned he would trip over a rock or something. “Can’t be that much further!” he yelled out to psyche himself up. At least his mother was nowhere in sight. As long as he could maintain this pace, there was no way he could possibly lose.
A few minutes passed, and Cory heard something coming from behind him. He suspected it was his mother, but was afraid to turn his head around. His speed had decreased since starting the trail, as his body simply couldn’t maintain the stress he was placing on it. As he continued slowing down, he eventually reached a jog. What Cory didn’t know was that even this rate of movement was a near miracle considering how out of shape he was for the task at hand.
Eventually, Tara pulled up beside him. She matched his pace perfectly. While Cory was panting heavily, nearly heaving from the exercise, Tara appeared to be barely challenged at all. “Hey Cory, how’s it hangin’?” Tara asked with a grin.
Exasperated, Cory mustered up enough energy to let out a groan. “This path’s almost finished right?”
Tara laughed heartily. “Seeya at the finish line.” she said before picking up her pace, leaving Cory behind.
After a mere minute, Tara was already out of Cory’s sight. “Alright C-man, she’ll tire out soon.” he said to himself while continuing to push.
What Cory didn’t know was that in actuality he was less than halfway to the end – not counting the return trip, which meant he was really less than a quarter finished. The young man’s energy reserves began bottoming out, and he had to take a break. He sat down on a nearby rock and continued panting. “Christ, I didn’t think I was THIS out of shape.” he said out loud with a sigh.
Cory continued resting, unsure of what he would do. He had accepted that he likely wouldn’t be winning the race, and that he needed to fully focus on dominating the next two events. Then again, considering the thick legs he saw on display clearly weren’t solely for show, there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to beat her at any lower body lifts. Still, if he beat her at upper body, as he should, and won the arm-wrestle, it wouldn’t be difficult to declare the contest a tie.
At that moment, Cory decided he would let his mother get worn out on this trail. If he was well rested, it would be a lot easier for him to win the other events. He kicked back and relaxed, taking out his phone to play a game in order to pass the time. A few minutes passed, and Cory suddenly received a photo message. It was a selfie of his mother at the end of the trail labeled ‘proof’. Cory rolled his eyes and returned to his game.
Another ten minutes or so passed, and Cory noticed his mother returning. She still seemed barely winded at all from the trek. As Tara breezed by, she quickly barked “May as well give up so we can get to the next event!”
Cory got up and leisurely began walking back to the house. It took him nearly 20 minutes, but he managed to return, although he still quite worn out from the journey. Tara was waiting by the door, her hands on her hips. “Really Cory?” she asked. Even Tara was surprised at this somewhat lazy and cowardly show from her son.
“You got me.” Cory admitted. “Alright, what’s next?”
“Your choice.” Tara offered.
“Let’s lift some weights then.” Cory figured that after she taxed her upper body, Tara would be even easier for him to defeat in arm-wrestling. “Though, uh, I don’t know what we’re going to lift.” Cory admitted.
“Really? Follow me.” Tara commanded.
2)
As Cory followed his mother inside, he really couldn’t shake the feeling that she really had grown taller over the past month and a half. He was still higher than her, but he didn’t seem to quite tower over his mother like he used to. She also definitely seemed a lot… wider, though he chalked that up to her silly baggy windbreaker.
Tara lead Cory down to the basement, where she showed him the home-gym. “You’ve… never even been in the basement, have you?” she asked.
Cory shook his head.
Tara couldn’t believe it. She now knew more than ever that completely dominating this contest was absolutely necessary for the well-being of her son. Cory needed to start implementing healthy life changes, and unfortunately, he would only respond to seeing someone else’s results firsthand.
“Alright Cory. What lift do you want to do first?”
Cory thought it over for a moment. He figured that if his mother was going to win the lower body portion, he may as well get that out of the way first. “Squats?”
“Sounds fine with me.”
“How about you start off then?” Cory suggested.
“Well, since I actually ran the entirety of the trail while you covered less than a quarter total… I think you should let your old, tired mother rest a few more moments.”
Cory rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” he said before moving over to the squat rack. He loaded on 260 pounds with the bar included, a little less than he used to lift in high school. He got under the weight, stood up and found that it was a good deal heavier than he imagined, especially after sprinting earlier. Still, he managed to complete a two reps before putting the weight back down.
“Wow hun, that’s a lot of weight!” Tara said in an intentionally mocking tone.
Cory rolled his eyes once more. “Yeah, sure. How much can you do?”
“That’s a good question.” Tara said before slipping underneath the weight Cory left on the rack. She stood up and effortlessly began cranking out repetitions with better form than her son utilized. “Jeeze Cory, I could have swore you made these look hard!” she said after passing the 10 mark.
Cory was bewildered by how easy his mother made the motion seem. “Alright, alright. I get the point.” he said after Tara passed 20.
Satisfied, Tara reracked the weight. “Would you like to try with a higher weight? Maybe I won’t be able to handle it.”
Cory shook his head. “You obviously can beat me in squats. It’s whatever. Let’s get to a real exercise.”
Tara smirked. “Like what?”
Cory thought the decision over. He needed something he could utterly dominate Tara in to really break her spirit. He thought back to his days in the weight room, thinking of the lift that the girls in his high school had the most difficulty with. It came to him quickly – the bench press. Even girls who had stronger legs than him, and comparable backs, could never seem to get their bench up.
“Let’s bench.” Cory said before moving over towards the appropriate equipment.
“Care to start us off again? Your old mother is still tired.” Tara joked.
“Sure, whatever.” Cory quipped. He thought back to his days at high school. He actually got up to 200 pounds for repetitions with a lot of consistent work. While he might be weaker now, all he needed to do was one measly rep, so he may as well go all out. He proceeded to slap on an entirety of 220 pounds including the weight of the bar.
The young man proceeded to side under the bar. Tara walked over to spot him. “I don’t need your help!” Cory barked defiantly.
“You really should let me spot you…” Tara said. She felt a genuine twinge of worry for her son’s well being.
“Flock off!” Cory quipped, another vulgarity substitute he used around his mother. Fueled by his desire to show off, he quickly grabbed onto the bar and brought it up. The weight was far heavier than he imagined, and his arms began to visibly shake as he brought the bar down to his chest. Cory tried with everything he had to lift the bar up but he just couldn’t.
“Cory? Are you alright?” Tara asked, her voice sincere.
“I’M FINE!” Cory screamed as he tried to push the bar up. His arms continued to quake, and he simply couldn’t make the weight move.
“Cory, this is dangerous!”
“Shut up!” he yelled back.
A few seconds passed, and eventually Cory gave out, and the bar fell down on his chest.
“Jesus Christ Cory!” Tara yelled out before reaching down, grabbing the bar and deftly bringing it up to the rack.
Cory’s eyes grew wide at the ease Tara displayed lifting the bar up. Still, that was a different motion than a bench press, so he still had a chance.
“If I can bench this weight, will you concede the weight lifting contest before you hurt yourself again?” Tara offered.
“Sure, whatever.” Cory muttered before sliding off of the bench.
Tara quickly got onto it before gripping the bar, lifting it up, and effortlessly cranking out repetition after repetition.
“Holy shit.” Cory uttered. He didn’t even bother censoring himself. “How strong are you?” he asked, bewildered at the sight of his mother easily doing what he couldn’t.
Tara reracked the weights before sitting up. With the slight pump from working her muscles, it was becoming apparent that the oversized windbreaker Tara was wearing actually only barely covered her form. “I think we still have an arm-wrestling match. Maybe you’ll find out then.”
Cory blinked a few times. “What? The contest if over, you win. I’m done with this.” His facial expression was close to that of a pouting child’s.
Tara cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, that means I’m the boss around here, right?”
Cory felt a pit form in his stomach. “I guess so…”
“A deal is a deal right?” Tara affirmed.
“Yeah.”
“Then I order you to finish the contest you started!”
Cory sighed. “Alright, fine, whatever.” He hoped that after she had her moment to gloat she’d get off his case and he could get back to working on his next gaming prestige.
“First let’s have some refreshments.” Tara said as she walked over to the juice bar in the home gym. She started preparing another high-quality protein shake. After a few moments, she finished. “Here, you should try this.” she said handing it over to her son.
Cory held the glass in his hand and stared at it. He brought it up to his nose, gave it a whiff and scrunched his face. “Smells gross.” he commented before daintily taking a small sip. “Blech! What the fuck is this anyways?”
Tara reached over and grabbed it. “First off, you won’t be speaking like that anymore in my house.”
Cory rolled his eyes.
“Secondly, it’s full of fruits, vegetables, creatine, protein and a blend of other vitalizing nutrients to help strengthen and energize.” she explained before proceeding to chug the entire thing in a few large gulps.
“Delicious.” she noted with a satisfied ‘ahh’. She moved over to the juice bar again and started preparing a second shake. “Need to make sure I’m properly fueled for the last portion of our little contest.” she explained with a smirk.
Cory gulped.
“Now then, shall we go to somewhere more appropriate? We’ve got one final competition in this little contest of ours.” Tara had the biggest grin on her face of the past few years.
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