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Mother Knows Best Rebirth Chapter 3 – Preview!
by MagnusMagneto
((Special Thanks to Ritualist. The original concept of Mother Knows Best came from him!))
(Recap:
Tara is a 35 year old single mother of 17 year old Cory are spending the summer at a vacation home belonging to Tara’s brother. For the first few weeks, Cory plays the latest video games in his room nonstop while Tara mostly lounges around watching shallow television. Eventually, Tara decides that she wants to spend her time away from work improving herself. She tries to get Cory to join in, but he reneges her, going so far as to make some fairly insulting statements. Frustrated, Tara challenges her son to a have a physical contest after a set period of time for training – the winner of which would become the undisputed leader of the household for the summer. During this time, Tara pushed her body as far as she could, and experienced results bordering on supernatural.
During their contest, Tara completely dominated Cory in every category. Despite their former agreement, Cory still remained disobedient, prompting Tara to come up with creative ways to discipline him. Instead of resorting to anything physical, she simply used the threat of ramping up her self improvement even further to frighten him.
Also of note during Chapter 2, Tara’s brother, Terry, contacted her, saying that he wanted to drop by with his family to visit in a few weeks. This has prompted Tara to push herself even further to show Terry just how much she’s improved!)
1.) Shortly after the end of Chapter 2
Cory looked down at the book in his lap. “Massaging for Dummies”. Was his mother really serious? He’d seen the thick, powerful ridges of muscles that populated her wide back. He’d seen the mind boggling amount of weight it could lift. How was he supposed to massage that? The instructions simultaneously seemed simple and complex. Simply making circular motions with his palms seemed easy enough, but then there was page after page of various techniques and tips. With an aggravated sigh, he tossed the book aside and stared at the ceiling. How did this even happen? How did his mother become so strong? It wasn’t like she simply got in good shape for a woman her age… this was something entirely different. She had become the largest and strongest woman he ever met. Only on television and the internet had he ever witnessed a female more physically imposing than Tara.
“Alright Cory, are you ready?” Tara’s voice boomed from across the household. Cory sat still for a moment, unsure of precisely how to approach this. “Don’t pretend you can’t hear me Cory! I know better than that!”
With a sigh, Cory got up and began trudging towards the bedroom Tara was occupying. She was freshly showered, laying on her front in the bed with a bedsheet covering her lower half.
“Do I really have to do this?” Cory whined.
“You don’t HAVE to do anything, but if you want to be a man of your word after losing the competition you instigated, then yes.”
“Whatever.” Cory meandered over towards the triangular, powerful exposed mound of flesh that he would have to work on.
“Before you start, I need you to slather on some of the moisturizer on the nightstand to my right.”
Cory turned his attention to the nightstand and picked up the bottle of moisturizer. He could tell from the packaging alone that it was a specialty high-end brand. The container promised to provide skin the full spectrum of vitamins, minerals and other nutrients it needed to remain soft, healthy and glowing. “Do you really care about this? I mean, you’re jacked as hell and all.”
“What are you insinuating?” Still on her front, Tara turned her head to Cory – he could see a familiar fire returning to her eyes.
“Just.. You know. You’re ridiculously muscular, why bother with the moisturizer and stuff?”
“Cory, just because I’m bringing my body to its physical potential doesn’t mean I’m forsaking femininity. In fact, in many ways I’m more feminine than ever.”
“Riiight.” Cory smeared a sizable portion of moisturizer on his hand, sighed once again, and started spreading it onto his mother’s back. As his touch met her powerful muscles, it became apparent just how hard they were. He dreaded the actual massage session, as he was unsure precisely how he would properly knead flesh that firm.
“Throw some more on.” Tara ordered.
Cory rolled his eyes and complied. It took a while, but he eventually moisturized the entirety of the expansive muscle group.
“Mmm… you probably don’t believe me, but I can feel the nutrients from that pampering my skin.” Tara chuckled.
Cory shuddered. That statement was eerily reminiscent of Tara mentioning that she could feel the protein shakes fueling her immense muscles. He wondered if she was exaggerating, or if she really could sense such a thing. He couldn’t put it outside the realm of possibility considering Tara’s absurd transformation this past few weeks.
“Alright, time to show me what you learned from the book.”
Cory gulped before getting to it. He figured he may as well get it over with as quickly as possible. While he tried to imitate the techniques used in the book, Cory’s motions were ragged and somewhat all over the place. He also wasn’t putting much effort into the task. Tara could sense this, and decided to mess with him. She tensed her back, causing the powerful bunches of muscle to grow even harder. Cory jammed his fingers into the flesh, barely able to dent it at all. He let out an exasperated sigh. “Cut it out!”
“Cut what out?” Tara giggled. “This?” She put even more effort into tightening her back, which in turn made it even more impenetrable to Cory’s touch. After messing with him for a few more moments, she finally relaxed and let him finish.
–
The next ten minutes or so while Cory finished his task felt excruciatingly long. Eventually however, Tara finally signaled that he had done enough. “I hope you study up some more, maybe watch a few tutorials. I expect you to do a better job next time.”
Wordlessly, Cory turned and began to leave. It had been an extremely long day, and he was eager to relax for a bit before going to sleep.
“One more thing.” Tara added before he could slip away. “There’s a guide on taking care of nails, and another guide on preparing and applying facial masks. I expect you to have learned at least their basic contents before tomorrow night.”
Cory let out a sigh before leaving, quickly making his way to his room.
He hoped more than anything else that he would awaken the next day to find that this had all been a bizarre dream. He wanted to find his mother small, weak and complacent, and his game console plugged in his room. He wanted to be the more physically imposing person in his small family. He didn’t want to worry about learning how to care for or pamper anyone else, or to bother cooking food.
2.) The next morning
Cory woke up at around 9 AM. This was a good deal earlier than the norm for him the past two months, but yesterday had exhausted him so much that he fell asleep much earlier than usual. After getting to his feet, he instinctively moved over towards the television in his room before being reminded that his game console was no longer there. He sighed, realizing that he’d have to leave the room in order to start playing.
The 17 year old gathered himself, got dressed and walked out. Within a matter of moments, he was greeted by the sight of Tara performing yoga in the living room. A tightly fitting workout top and shorts barely covered her powerful body which was being held in the air by her hands alone. Tara’s tremendous triceps stuck out from the pressure of supporting her over 180 pound frame. Slowly, with controlled motion, she moved her trunk-like legs, causing her rigid abdominal muscles to ripple in response.
Cory shuddered from the sight. Not only was his mother unfathomably muscular, but she had supreme control over her body. Without even seeing him enter her vision, Tara could sense that Cory was there. “Hey Cory, check this out!” she exclaimed.
The teenager turned his attention to his mother, who began pushing the entirety of her weight with just the strength of her arms. She even slowly kicked her legs during what were essentially hand-stand push ups, working even an even greater percentage of her body in the process. After a fair number of repetitions, Tara vaulted herself onto her feet and stood to her full height. A familiar chill ran down Cory’s spine as Tara approached him. He was only a mere few inches taller than her, and her body was undeniably wider, denser and full of far more energy than his own.
“Morning Cory.” She greeted with a warm smile. “Want to join me on my morning run?”
Cory shook his head. “Say, uh, what’s for breakfast?”
A quizzical look met Tara’s face. Had Cory somehow blacked out the events of the previous day? “Well I already had a large meal that I prepared for myself. I’m expecting to have another one after I return from my run. I suppose when you prepare it, you can make something for yourself as well.”
“What.”
“Did I stutter? Anyways. There’s a list I left next to the cookbook specifying how much food I need. If you go over that amount, it’s fine, just don’t go under. Got it?”
Cory blinked a couple of times. “Alright…”
“I should be back within an hour, so make sure you’re done by then. I recommend you start now to allow yourself enough time.”
And with that Tara took off.
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Tara didn’t bother wearing the oxygen training mask today because she was going down the trail that was marked as dangerous. She had been down this trail a few times, but it still managed to provide a challenge. It was full of incredibly uneven terrain, and due to the extremely low traffic it received, was marred with logs, rocks and other debris that was never cleared. As a result, Tara often had to switch up her movements as she leapt over the myriad of obstacles and constantly shifting elevation. Her exposed, bulging caves were constantly on point from the exertion, and her thick, corded hamstrings rippled as they propelled each stride.
One of the invisible benefits of Tara’s transformation over the summer was that of her sharpening senses and quickening reaction times. The vast majority of runners on this path would have needed to take things considerably more slowly than Tara in order to properly avoid all of the obstacles. Tara’s powerful mind and speedy reflexes however were capable of instantly discerning every last hiccup in the trail well ahead of time. In the back of her mind, she also had essentially memorized the entire route, making her task surprisingly simple.
About forty percent through the trail, Tara came across a large tree with a thick, low hanging branch. On a whim, she crouched down and jumped up, her powerful quadriceps propelling her into the air before she grabbed onto the wooden limb. After discerning that the branch was solid enough to hold her considerable weight, Tara began performing pull ups. Despite the considerable weight being lifted, her strong back managed to perform pull up after pull up. After a dozen perfectly formed repetitions, Tara let go with her left hand and continued the exercise with only her right. This motion caught Tara off-guard with how difficult it was, but she still managed to perform a great number of repetitions. She eventually shifted to her left hand, making sure she trained both sides equally.
The remainder of Tara’s morning run went mostly without incident.
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Just as Tara said, she returned home a little under an hour after she set out. To her delight, she could smell the food that she had instructed Cory to cook while she was away. As she came close to the food itself, her delight turned into frustration. The kitchen was left in utter disarray – Cory had completely neglected to clean a single pot, pan or utensil used in preparation of the meal. That wasn’t the real problem for Tara however, after all, she hadn’t explicitly told Cory to clean. Tara’s real issue is she could tell from a quick glance that Cory had only cooked roughly 60 percent of the food for her that she requested.
“Cory! Come up here!” she bellowed.
Cory was in the basement, playing on his game console connected to the home’s theater system. Tara didn’t need her slightly enhanced senses to hear the loud rumbling of simulated gunfire coming from beneath her. With a sigh of frustration, Tara sat down and consumed the prepared food. Due to her ravenous appetite and desire to tend deal with Cory, she finished quite quickly.
“CORY!” she screamed, so loudly in fact that the floor shook slightly.
Cory trembled slightly from the roar of his name. He had heard his mother the first time she called him, and he definitely heard her the second. He decided that he’d try to play it off as ignorance. Moments later, he heard slow, deliberate stomping as Tara’s powerful feet began making their way towards him. A short while later, Tara had finally emerged.
“Cory! Are you serious?” she yelled again.
Cory turned his attention to her. Tara was already quite intimidating to begin with, but now she was thoroughly pumped up from her morning run and calisthenics – plus she was quite angry, turning her into a terrifying sight to behold. Cory returned his attention to shooting virtual soldiers with a virtual weapon. “What’s up?” he half-heartedly responded.
“You have a task to finish.” Tara explained.
“What are you talking about? I cooked your stupid chicken. I didn’t even burn it.”
Tara sighed. “Yes, that’s true. You cooked it well enough… but you cooked far less than the amount I specified.”
“Whatever. I cooked you more than enough to feed a grown man.”
“That’s not the point. I have very specific dietary needs and I gave you-” Tara stopped herself. She realized that her son was barely paying any attention at all to her. She strode towards the center of the basement theater and stopped directly in front of him.
Cory tried to crane his neck around to see past Tara’s fleshy, muscular mass of a body, but the amazon stepped forward to further take up his field of vision. Exasperated, Cory powered off the console with his controller and tossed it aside. “Happy?”
“Thank you, but not quite.” Tara started again. “Cory, do you understand why I’m upset?”
“Because I’m not acting like a perfect slave?”
Tara recoiled, visibly hurt from the statement. “Cory! Having you take care of a few household chores while we’re staying at this summer home is a far cry from something abhorrent like slavery. You trivialize a very real issue that has destroyed countless lives by comparing it to cooking your mother a meal while you spend your summer in a friggan’ mansion!”
“Well…” Cory’s mind raced for a retort. “What about massaging you?”
Tara rolled her eyes. “Cory, do I need to remind you that we had a bet? You went out of your way to make me feel weak and useless because of my gender, and all I ask in response after proving you wrong is to live up to your end of the bargain. One fifteen minute massage every now and then isn’t going to kill anyone.”
“But…”
Tara continued. “At no point have you been physically harmed. You’re given ample food, shelter, and a high end home theater. There’s a beautiful expanse of land for you to explore outside, a pool, a decked out gym, a library, and I’m sure there’s more cool rooms that even I haven’t discovered! I’m sorry that you can’t hang out with your friends, but nobody is stopping you from inviting them here. Besides, forgive me if I’m jumping to conclusions, but the past few summers you rarely saw anyone anyways.”
Cory brought his fingers to his temple and massaged them. “Alright. Mom. You’re right. I’m not being abused or whatever. I’ll go make the god damn, I mean gosh dang food!”
A knowing smirk came to Tara’s mouth. “Good. I’m going to go do another weight training session. As a result, I’d like you to just cook the full portion of what I requested earlier. Also, clean up the mess when you’re done.”
Frustrated, Cory got up and walked off, shaking his head and muttering to himself.
–
After their minor confrontation, Tara was delighted to find that Cory had successfully completed the tasks assigned for him that day – which admittedly, weren’t many.
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