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Mother Knows Best Rebirth Chapter 7 Preview
By MagnusMagneto
The Story So Far:
Tara was a 35 year old single mother, run ragged from the daily grind of providing for herself and her 17 year old son, Cory. As a gift, Tara’s wealthy brother, Terry, offered to allow them to stay at his uninhabited vacation home, tucked away in a scenic mountain overlook. To Cory’s dismay, Tara accepted.
Instead of exploring the beautiful scenery and using the lavish amenities of the mansion, Cory holed himself away in his room, playing console video games until the small hours of the night. Resolving to use her time more constructively, Tara started going for runs and exercising her out-of-shape body. To her surprise, and delight, fat began to melt away from her frame, and firm muscles started to sprout up.
In particular, Tara’s legs transformed from waifish, ‘skinny-fat’ stems into hard, firm, powerful pillars. Emboldened by her success, and concerned about her son, Tara begged Cory to join her in getting fit. Cory refused her offers, and went out of his way to insult her.
Hurt and insulted by her son’s words, Tara warned him that if he continued to maintain his sedentary lifestyle while she kept improving her fitness, it would be a matter of time until she was stronger than him. Cory rebuked this, claiming that even if she trained rigorously for five weeks while he did absolutely nothing, he would still be physically superior to her. This was quickly amended into a formal contest consisting of three physical competitions, the overall winner of which would be allowed to set all of the rules in the house.
This seemingly innocuous contest would alter the course of Tara and Cory’s lives forever. Tara poured herself into her training, spending every waking moment she could torturing her body. While her prior results were impressive, what was to follow was beyond what should have been possible. Tara’s body packed on pound after pound of muscle; and her strength and endurance similarly increased tremendously.
During this five week period, Tara became one of the fittest and strongest women alive. On top of this, perhaps even more miraculously, Tara started to grow taller as well. Meanwhile, due to his sedentary lifestyle, Cory actually atrophied somewhat. As a result, Tara won the contest in a landslide victory that shook Cory to his core.
Not content with simply besting her son in a series of physical contests, Tara began enforcing reasonable discipline guidelines. In turn, Cory’s lifestyle was forced to change for the better, and he learned a variety of life skills.
Tara continued to improve her body, and also began training her mind. To her delight, her capacity to learn was on par with her ability to build muscle. As a result, Tara’s intellect quickly skyrocketed to near genius levels as she absorbed every bit of information she came into contact with. Tara even managed to create supplements that would better interact with her unique biochemistry, further increasing her ability to improve. During all of this, Tara’s body continued to gain height, and before long, she looked Cory in the eyes days before outgrowing him.
While initially hesitant, Cory slowly came around to appreciating and respecting his mother. Chapter 4 culminated with a pair of robbers breaking into the mansion, and Tara fending them off; Cory even more grateful for his mother’s progress. From that point onward, Cory began focusing on improving himself, and aiding his mother in her own efforts. By the end of Chapter 4, Tara was nearing 400 pounds of pure muscle, and stood well over six feet in height.
Towards the end of June, Tara’s brother and his family visited. The full ensemble included Terry’s wife: Estella – a super model standing over six feet in height; their adopted daughter of Korean descent, 18 year old Kiko, with a surprisingly muscular body that kept gaining strength (much to her dismay); their biological son, Barry, a chubby teen who takes after his father’s worldview; and Harry, an innocent 10 year old who loves Tara’s strength and wishes that his mother and adopted sister would also train themelves.
The visit featured a great deal of discussion and controversy around Tara’s drastic transformation. Terry, while initially supporting Tara’s decision, was taken aback by the sheer extent of his sister’s improvement; and found himself increasingly uncomfortable with how superior she was at all things. Even more disconcerting for Terry was his wife’s reaction to Tara: the supermodel seemed to be entirely enamored with the hulking amazon.
The family had some fun at the pool, and Tara indulged young Harry’s wishes to see just how strong she was by engaging the entire family—minus Cory—in a tug of war competition. Even the combined might of her extended family failed to topple Tara over; in fact, she gained even more strength during the contest.
Chapter six focused on the remnants of the family’s visit. Kiko, who had been ashamed of her body’s natural inclination to improve itself, found herself drawing inspiration from Tara. Estella grew more enamored with Tara, and initiated a romance with her, justifying it by explaining that she and Terry had been unfaithful to one another for years. The supermodel also vowed to build up her own body as well, during a confession where she teased Cory to no end.
During this chapter, Tara squared off with her brother in a game of Go. The first round of which she lost, but her mind grew even more powerful from exposure to the game and Terry’s strategies. Tara went on to take the second round by a thin margin, and the third by a wide one. Devastated that he had been eclipsed physically and mentally by his sister, Terry took Barry and Harry, leaving in a huff. Kiko and Estella stayed behind, both resolving to train under Tara and develop their bodies.
1.) The evening of Chapter 7
Cory looked at the date on his phone: June 28th. It had been a roller coaster of a summer vacation. It was difficult to fathom just had much had changed in a mere two months, and even more insane to realize that there were another two to go. Technically, Summer had only started a week ago. That meant he and Tara had been in this house for roughly 60 days. In 60 days his mother somehow managed to transform herself from a waifish, ‘skinny-fat’, 5’4” 35 year old into a towering, hyper-muscular, ultra-strong, amazon who stood at six and a half feet of height. It was a feat that should have been all but impossible.
Not only had Tara transformed physically, but she was smart now. That isn’t to say she was unintelligent before, but now she was like a genius. Cory could sense that at almost every moment he was around her, Tara was learning from him in some small way. It seemed inevitable that every experience, every moment, every challenge, every tiny thing would serve to make Tara even greater. He wondered to what end this could possibly reach. How amazing could Tara become? He knew that there was no specific endgoal, that his mother would push herself as far as she could possibly go, just for the sole sake of pushing herself; but what would this accumulation of power lead to?
The end of June marked the approximate halfway mark of Cory’s summer vacation. That meant, barring some kind of huge crisis, he would be spending two more months at the vacation house. This also meant, by association, that Tara would have two more months here, totally disconnected from society to continue improving herself. Common sense would dictate that Tara’s progress should slow down; that the second half of the summer would yield less fruit to Tara’s efforts than the first – but Cory knew that his mother’s transformation defied all common sense.
When Cory thought about his mother, all he could envision was a godlike being. It difficult to not attribute even more greatness to her. For instance, if he thought about how his mother would solve a difficult task, his mind would sometimes imagine her with superpowers: flying around, throwing lightning out of her hands, bullets bouncing off of her body. When Cory thought about superheroes in the comics he’d read as a kid, and the movies he watched, it was difficult to not start thinking about his mother. He envisioned her sitting across from popular hero UltraGuy, the two of them with their hands locked, engaged in an armwrestling match, a familiar smirk on his mother’s face while she slowly pushed his arm down, demonstrating her physical superiority. To Cory, his mother had become a living flesh and blood deity who was larger than life itself.
Of course, Cory knew that despite seeming superhuman, Tara wasn’t destined for powers quite like those. Ultimately, his mother was still a real life person who followed the laws of physics. She was capable of growing at a rate far greater than what should be possible for a human, but Cory had read stories of how blue whales could gain 30 pounds of mass in a single day. That wasn’t to liken his mother to a whale, but to rationalize that with the right genetic mutations, and enough nutrition, Tara’s ascent was something that seemed plausible.
While Cory didn’t really understand it at the time, his daydreams involving his mother actually represented his changing attitude towards her. A mere 60 days ago, prolonged thought about Tara would have been coupled with dark whispers of how weak and ineffective she was. In truth, Cory subconsciously resented Tara for this; he wanted a father figure, and expected Tara to fulfill both parental roles. Instead, he outgrew her fairly soon after reaching puberty, and Tara was so worn down from trying to pay the bills that she lacked the energy he sought.
Not anymore however. Tara was the most virile being Cory had ever witnessed. She now possessed a seemingly endless supply of stamina, and Cory knew fully well that anything capable of challenging her would ultimately make her stronger. On top of this, Tara had gained profoundly deep wisdom. No matter what the situation was, during the past month, Tara always had an expert solution to it; even reining him in with firm, but fair hands-off discipline.
Despite the drastic transformation she had undergone, underneath the tremendous amount of muscle, and towering intellect, Tara was still the same core person – just with a much clearer perspective, and the energy to turn her desires into reality.
And now there were two more girls added into the mix: Estella and Kiko. Both were extremely attractive to Cory for different reasons. Estella was the towering supermodel goddess that virtually any man interested in women would move heaven and earth to impress. Kiko… was fairly difficult personality-wise, but had a strong, rippling body that Cory knew was packed full of strength and energy. Not too long ago, Cory wouldn’t have found Kiko’s body particularly attractive, but Tara’s transformation had changed his perspective. He no longer yearned for a docile, weak woman to serve his wishes; instead he wanted a strong, energetic being that pursued her own self-improvement and happiness.
While there were still two months to go, Cory knew that returning to high school was an inevitability. He would be a senior, and by then he’d be eighteen years old. In fact, his birthday was only a few weeks away. Could he really just return to being a typical high school student? It was funny, on a list of life-changing events, Cory never imagined that “Tara getting ridiculously jacked” would be one of them; yet here he was, his worldview entirely changed by such an otherwise mundane event.
Regardless of the thoughts flurrying in his head, Cory still needed to rest. He knew that sleep would become even more important as the addition of two new girls, both of which were going to push themselves, would mean he needed every ounce of energy possible.
2.) The Next day
[In the full story, there will be a chapter in which Kiko and Tara perform martial arts moves, during which Tara learns a ton. There will also be a spicy morning run that Tara and Estella go on. For this preview, I’m going to fast-forward to Cory and Kiko]3.)
“Surprised to see you in weather appropriate clothing.” Cory greeted Kiko in a somewhat joking manner.
Kiko was wearing a tank-top and gym shorts. Her dark body, rippling with young, feminine muscle was on full display. Large biceps bulged with no effort at all on her behalf, a thick line between her pecs could be seen in place of traditional cleavage, and her trunk-like legs practically swallowed the comparatively small bottom garment.
“Yeah, well… since I’m going to start embracing my body, no point in hiding it.” Kiko explained.
[In the full version – some dialog about how Kiko was just training with Tara, and how Kiko is kind of spooked out by how quickly Tara learned extremely advanced martial arts moves.]“Hey, uh… do you know how to, like, lift weights?” Kiko asked, clearly embarrassed to raise the question.
“What do you mean? Doesn’t everyone know how to pick things up and put them back down?” Cory responded.
“Well, duh, but what I mean is proper form and all that. Like how to do a dead lift correctly, that sort of thing.”
“Oh, yeah. Tara taught me not so long ago. I’ve gotten pretty decent at that stuff.” Cory explained, fairly proud of himself and glad that he started joining his mother in the weight room.
“Ok. Well, I’m sure you know where I’m going with this. Think you can teach me?”
Cory nodded and grinned, “Of course, I’d love to.”
“Surprised that you seem so enthusiastic…”
“Don’t you remember what I promised Harry?” Cory asked.
Kiko shot him a confused expression, “Errr…”
“It was just last night.”
“Uhh…”
Well, at least Kiko isn’t a super-genius too like my mother. Cory thought to himself, “I promised I would help make you and our moms stronger.”
“Oh, right. You meant that?”
“Of course.” Cory smiled warmly. “Want to go work out right now? It’d be a good time since our mothers are out doing lord knows what.”
Kiko smiled sheepishly, “Alright.”
3.) A few minutes later – in the home gym
Kiko was a fast learner – even faster than Cory was when Tara showed him the ropes. She possessed an strong innate sense of her own physicality, which allowed her to easily grasp which parts of her body were being utilized in each lift, which in turn meant she could adjust her movements to ensure she was optimally activating those muscles.
In a twist that didn’t really surprise Cory much at all, Kiko was stronger than him in almost every lift they had gone over thus far. Wanting to replicate his mother’s expert advice, Cory started off with the large compound lifts: the dead lift and squat, both of which Kiko out lifted him by a fair margin. On the bench press they were capable of putting up an equal amount of weight, and Cory was reminded that for various biological reasons, women have notably weaker chests than men.
Watching Kiko’s body in action was surprisingly hypnotic for Cory. He never anticipated how differently she would act compared to Tara. While his mother was like a wild beast, pushing herself to her limit, Kiko was mathematical in her efforts. In Cory’s opinion, Tara seemed like she was fighting against the basic human nature to remain fairly sedentary, that she was enacting supreme discipline and willpower to force her body to be challenged and grow. Kiko on the other hand acted as if she were born to lift weights, that she was finally relenting to her base nature, and her efforts to prevent growth were unnatural.
Kiko’s physical size, standing at a slightly above average 5’6”, was also in stark contrast to Tara. There was something more girlish and feminine to Kiko’s expressions, as opposed to Tara’s dominant, ‘alpha’ characteristics. Kiko was more intense as well, which Cory didn’t think was possible. This intensity was quiet and more reserved however, focused inward. Despite standing a nearly a full head taller than Kiko, Cory’s upper half was only roughly as wide as hers – in fact, she appeared to be broader after becoming pumped up from the exercises.
They moved on to overhead shoulder dumbbell presses. To better illustrate proper form for the exercises, Cory brought his hands onto her arms to guide them. As his fingers touched her skin, he was shocked at just how soft it was. Tara’s had become like velvet from her transformation, but Kiko’s was softer yet.
“Please don’t touch.” The young woman snapped.
“Right, sorry, not trying to – just need to show you the right motion.”
Kiko sighed, he knew he was telling the truth. In actuality, she didn’t really care or not if she touched her arms like that – she just wanted to get Cory to trip up; his ‘nice guy’ act had gone on long enough. Maybe she could catch him if she tried a different angle… “Well, I guess you can touch, but are you sure you want to grab onto gross, bulging muscles?”
“Uhh… What? I thought we already went over this?” Cory was confused.
Kiko remained silent, trying to consider a new approach. She was determined to catch Cory in the act – still convinced that Cory was pulling an elaborate ruse on her.
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Twenty minutes passed, and Kiko went through a series of other exercises. Cory was mindful to not place hands on her too often, but got the feeling that Kiko actually wanted him to, she just refused to admit it out loud. Eventually, he decided to spur some conversation and pay her a compliment.
“Damn Kiko, you get really… pumped!” Cory exclaimed, unable to avert his gaze from the young woman’s muscles.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, you know, when you exercise your muscles, they get temporarily bigger. Your pump is better than mine. See?” Cory flexed his arm, “Mine got a little pumped up, but yours grew more proportionately. I guess the difference between our bodies is even bigger than it was a couple hours ago.”
Kiko was staring in disbelief – not at Cory’s body, that was quite believable, but at him for the words he was saying. “You make that sound like it’s a compliment or something.”
“Of course it is. I don’t want to creep or anything, but you look great.”
Kiko continued staring, trying to gauge what Cory’s game was.
“Don’t you think muscles on chicks are ugly?”
“I already told you before at the pool – I don’t. I think a fit body is a good look for either gender. The fitter the better.” Cory explained. “I don’t really know how many times I have to say this until you believe me.”
“You aren’t bothered that I can lift more than you?” Kiko asked, scrutinizing his reaction.
Cory smirked and shook his head. “Not at all. I’m surprised you’ve transformed so much in the past few years, but I wouldn’t say I’m bothered. I’m excited to see how strong you can become, even if it’s not in my genetic destiny to also hit that level.”
Kiko’s eyes narrowed, “Alright Cory, that’s enough. What’s the deal? Why are you so…” She paused for a moment to consider her next word, “Chill? With me being strong that is? Chill about my muscles. Chill about everything!?”
Cory tilted his head a bit, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Cory. Did you really forget? The last time we met, you laughed at me for being flat chested – among other things.” Kiko was glaring daggers at him. “Now you’re helping me build up my body, which is already stronger than yours. Why the 180?”
Embarrassment washed over Cory as he recollected the incident Kiko referred to. He was having difficulty believing that he had actually said that – it seemed so crass and even cruel with hindsight. “Kiko…”
She continued staring at him, discerning every minute movement his face gave.
“Look. I’m really sorry, ok? I was a different person back then. A lot has changed. My views have evolved.” Cory explained.
“I dunno… I don’t think people fundamentally change that much.”
Cory decided that she had a point. Still, he was certainly different now. He let out a sigh. “Alright, I won’t beat around the bush. It’s my mom. What you don’t know is her entire transformation has occurred in the past two months, not the past few years. I know, it’s crazy, impossible even. Still, it’s happened. Being around her has had a pretty big impact on me I guess. I didn’t realize women could be so badass, and, well, I like it. I like the idea of a girl who takes care of herself and acts like a true equal.”
“Am I sensing a bit of an Oedipus complex here?” Kiko inquired.
“No!” Cory quickly shot back, “Well, I don’t think so. I’ll admit that I think my mother looks good, really good. But no, I don’t think about her that way.”
“Not like how you think about my mother?”
Cory blushed, “Hey…”
“We already went over this. It’s cool. She’s literally a friggan super model, and you’re not really related.” Kiko replied. I wonder if he feels that way about me. It would explain how he’s been acting. Do I feel that way about Cory though? I guess I don’t if I have to ask that question. Then again, he isn’t bad looking, just… I dunno. Missing some kind of edge. Well, I won’t hold it against him. Let’s see where things go.” she thought to herself.
“Anyways, do you know what I’m saying?”
“Kind of. Anyways, let’s get back to working out. I’m still not fully convinced about you, but we’ll see.” She affectionately patted him on the chest a couple of times before wiggling over to the next set of workout equipment. “Come teach me what to do.”
–
As Kiko continued to work, grunting, sweating, pushing herself as far as she could – Cory was reminded of his mother. That same drive, inner strength, and virility that Tara exhibited in her workouts was present in Kiko. As her muscles swelled up to new heights, Cory could envision the same process in them that Tara’s underwent with each exercise. He could easily see that they were greedily relishing in being challenged, ready to use the resistance to catalyze further growth. This was something that didn’t happen in his own body, nor in anyone else other than these two women – not to nearly the same extent at least.
“What are you staring at?” Kiko asked, breaking Cory’s train of thought.
“Just thinking about some stuff, sorry.”
Kiko shrugged. “Care to share what’s on your mind?”
“You remind me of my mother I guess.” Cory explained.
Kiko raised a brow, “What’s that supposed to mean? Is it because we both have muscles?”
“Kind of, but not really. There’s something inside of both of you. A drive – a hunger I guess. You want to get stronger, don’t you?”
Kiko averted her gaze, “I mean, obviously, I am lifting weights. Are you stupid or something?”
Cory shook his head, “Beyond that. You probably take some kind of personal offense to my mother being stronger than you. You want to dethrone her. Not saying this is a bad thing, it’s more of a self-improvement contest sort of thing.”
“Uhhh… let’s skip the fruedian bull crap, ‘kay?” Truthfully, Kiko disliked how close Cory was to the truth.
“Sure, sure.” Quickly thinking of a way to change the subject and segue to something more pleasant, “Say, how about I whip you up one of my mother’s famous protein shakes, and maybe cook us some lunch? I’m not a master chef, but it’ll hopefully be edible at least.” He offered with a smile.
It was an offer Kiko couldn’t refuse.
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