COMMISSION FUTA MOMMY
Our Main Character comes home after a nice sweaty work out to find some crazed lunatic in his home that introduces herself as his Mommy. She is not. But she insists. She shows our hero just how to be a good little boy for Mommy.
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Tag: Futa, Herm, transformation, muscles, stalker, possessiveness, possessive, first person,
Description: Our Main Character comes home after a nice sweaty work out to find some crazed lunatic in his home that introduces herself as his Mommy. She is not. But she insists. She shows our hero just how to be a good little boy for Mommy.
What an intense workout I had today, working up a big sweat in the Jormen Gym. Three sets of bench presses, four sets of weighted squats, five sets of chin ups, and a full hour on the stairmaster had made my muscles sore and body musty. I desired big gains so that I could be picture-perfect for the modeling agencies I was applying for. I was ready to relax at home after sweating my balls off. Driving my sedan to my house on Vernache street, listening to some Nine Inch Nails while bobbing my head back and forth, “Man, I can’t wait to take a shower.”
Home sweet home, my humble, ten room ranch was in view. Parking my car over at the driveway, I took my gym bag and departed from the car. “I wonder what I should cook for dinner. I think I am in the mood for steak.” Little did I know, I was not the only one who was hungry. There was someone eyeballing me with lascivious intent, the intent so strong that I could feel their eyes on me as I neared the front door. Pausing briefly with a newfound sense of nervousness, I turned around to find a woman standing just beside my maple tree.
Her green eyes were predatory and strong, and yet there was also a motherly intent that could not be mistaken. Her ginger hair was down to her shoulders, wavy and shiny after hours of careful treatment. As she moved aside of the tree to approach me, I could tell she was taller than me by at least a foot. Such a statuesque frame was good to handle the massive breasts she had, those engorged, overwhelming breasts straining her orange plaid button up shirt. Her hips were just as impressive, her rear being perky and toned through daily exercises she partook in. That light brown, taut leather miniskirt was tight enough to define that enormous buttocks of hers, as well as… oh, an erection? She was packing a footlong down there.
She had a wild face, like she was concentrating too hard on being sexy when in reality underneath it all she was a bundle of nerves. But damn, her hair was just so crimson, bright even, natural though. Nothing about this sex pot in front of me was fake. Unnaturally huge, sure, but not fake in a surgical sense.
This was not the first time I had seen her either. I have seen her quite, quite often… She was hard to miss. Seeing her once or twice, sure, could happen, small world, but I am talking like… ten times. I almost started to expect to see her. She sure as fuck stood out like a sore thumb.
But I never expected to see her here, in front of my house…
Like a stalker.
A part of me told me to run into my house, because it was obvious this bitch had been stalking me for some time. But the sight of her tits and that luscious, bulging girl-meat kept me stuck in place. At best, I could only pace backward while my eyes glimmered with both concern and intrigue. No lies, I was quite… I was exhausted from my workout, I just wasn’t operating, mentally speaking, at peak performance.
“Heya, cutie. I can tell you’ve worked yourself really hard.” She said, pointing to my gym bag. She was now a meter away from me, her upper lip being traced across by the apex of her tongue. Each step I took away, she matched toward me… And her stride was, well, it was much bigger.
“Uh… who are you and what do you want with me?” Not the most elegant, I assure you, but given the situation, I was kind of scared shit less.
Giggling at my obvious apprehension and captivation, she leaned herself forward to stroke at my cheek with her right hand. A sinister look was in her eyes when answering in a sultry tone. “I am your mommy and I am here to take good care of my little boy…” In most other situations, I would have been afraid for my life and ran away. But one look at her plentiful cleavage and the massive erection that strained her leather skirt, and I was unable to resist.
“M-Mommy?” I asked, sweat beginning to appear in my flushed face. This bitch was… crazy. I could see it in her eyes, they were wild not just around the edges, but everywhere.
Yes, I was terrified and aroused, paralyzing me in place. If I wasn’t so gobsmacked or so tired from my massive work out, I’d have jet out of there. But I had just worked myself to the bone – it put me at a slight disadvantage.
She closed in on me, bringing my lips against hers. I could taste the cinnamon in her saliva as she started to french kiss me. Her hands reached over to grasp against my ass from over my sweatpants, groping and rolling them firmly as she exhaled into my mouth. Her massive breasts pressed up against my chest, my shoulders even, enabling me to feel the strong beating of her heart and the bountiful softness of her bosom. She moaned against my mouth as her tongue coiled several times over against mine, my hands reaching over to grip her by the hips to pull her away.
“Say it again.” She asked, darkly.
“I don’t---”
That was when she snatched me up like a sack of potatoes. She didn’t throw me over her shoulder, she scooped me up like she was carrying me away through the threshold of some cheesy romance. Roles reversed of course. I struggled. She wasn’t having that.
She brought me into my own house, kicking the door shut behind us and pinned me against my own door.
Great. This definitely boded extremely well for me.
That was when I felt her erection pressing up against my crotch, her cock thicker and larger than mine. It ground against me laterally, pulsing softly against my gradually growing erection to show me how eager she was to plunge it inside of me. My body was getting hot, moaning back at her as she gradually backed me toward the front door. I was pinned, but now I was squashed. I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I was at her mercy. Who cared if this woman likely stalked me for days on end? She looked and felt and tasted so good and wanted to take very good care of me – I could tell that even without her telling me such platitudes. When she pinned me against the door, she pulled off the kiss, a thick strand of drool that bridged the tip of her tongue to my mouth.
“Don’t even think about running away. You are mine now and forever. You belong to me. I am going to make you into my husband, my sexy little chubby short husband. Mmmmm, my little son too. My baby little boy. You will want for nothing. I will give you breast milk, I will milk you like a good mommy, and your going to love every single second of it.”
We panted for a brief moment, a perverse glimmer in her eyes as her right hand reached over to grasp at her respective breast. She rolled it inward, tucking her lips into her mouth to lick at them. “How long have you been eyeballing me, mommy?” I asked in a nervous tone, reaching over to sample her divinity. So tall, so dominant, so… insane. No lies, didn’t really know what I was going to do. I wanted to leave, but fuck was I turned on. My brain said one thing, but my soul cried for something completely opposite --- no matter how detrimental.
“For weeks, darling. Watching you come out of your house and exercise makes me crave you all the more…” She pecked my lips again, pulling my lower lip into hers, arching and craning my neck upward to meet her sheer towering size.
I dropped my gym bag onto the floor – practically having forgotten I even had it, watching her reach down to pull my t shirt off. I raise up my arms to make it easy for her to do so, revealing my sculpted torso and abs for her to behold. “So nice and fit…” She said, running her hands up and down my abs and pecs while kissing at my forehead and scalp. “You’ve been taking very good care of yourself… now let’s see what you got down there,” She grasped at the knot of my sweatpants to undo it. Once open, a quick yank of my pants brought my cock out into the open. Fully erect and with a cut tip, she grasped at its base with her left hand and squeezed it softly. “Such a lovely pecker…” She said, leaning backward to really get a nice eye full of it.
“I can’t trust you though, not with that cock, not with this body. Oh no, I am going to shorten you up like a good little baby boy. Mhmmm. Mommy is going to take care of you. Mommy is all you will ever need from here on out. But those little bitches, how am I going to trust you? You ain’t leaving this house looking like that… Don’t worry, Mommy won’t let you fly, but she might let you sing.” Her voice was sing song and intoxicating and I just couldn’t stop loving it, and that hot spicy cinnamon on her breathe.
Her grip on my dick was iron tight, possessive even. Just squeezing the life out of it, but I got a treat in way of her breast being exposed and fattened nipple shoved into my mouth where I instinctually suckled on it like the baby she was hell bent on making me. She bobbed her head back and forth playing feather kisses on my head. Her right hand cupped at my package, rolling my testicles around. Her left was stroking the lower half of my length. “Mnh… Mmmmmmn…” She cooed encouragingly. A quick peeling of the skirt enabled her footlong to emerge, veiny and possessing a foreskin the rivaled … anything I’d ever even imagined. It was loose, heavy, and dangled even when fully erect.
Closing in on me, she gripped my shaft with her left hand and hers with her right. Rubbing the tips laterally against each other, her precum smeared against my crown as she smirked at me.
She felt so hard and thick, my gaze either focused on our rubbing lengths or her massive rack. “It’s so big…” I said, my hands reaching over to grope and rub at her partially exposed tits as she traced mine clockwise with her tip. “Do you want me to be even bigger, cutie?” The idea of having an even bigger rack and cock to play with was irresistible, and so I nodded my head at her. I was so scared, but mostly I was scared with how much I needed it.
“Then lemme do something to you. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” She forewarned me, bringing her right hand up to grasp against the back of my head. Guiding it over to her chest, I was already there, but she was really making sure I was embedded, my face became obscured in the immense warmth and softness of her cleavage. Her mothers milk drained in my mouth, her left hand pressed against the back of my head, leading to an odd stinging sensation that coursed through my spine and led to full-body tremors. I could feel the muscles in my arms, legs, torso, atrophy. I was instead getting fatter, plumper, stubbier. My head buried further into her chest as I felt my body shrinking, losing about a foot in height and the muscles that took a year to obtain.
She was absorbing me. Her breast milk was one part.
But the other part was soon to come. She dropped to her knees, and even there, she had to crane her head down, down, down to swallow my cock whole. She didn’t even need to work it in, she just swallowed it, crushed it in her watery saliva slick mouth, sucked and licked and bobbed her head in the most glorious rhythmic pattern known to man. I orgasmed immediately. And my body shuttered in response, shrinking, deflating… transforming.
She did this for a long, long time, milking me practically dry but no matter how many times I came… there was always something more for her to leech from me. She stood up, proud of her work.
Her breasts were massive, excessively so, “Gosh, those aren’t as big as I thought they would. Now you are going to leave me.”
“No… No… I love them,” I took a nipple the size of a can into my mouth and suckled her breast milk.
“No, you will. I know you will. I am just going to have to make it so you can’t ever leave me. Deform you, drain you, weaken you. So even if you want to leave me, you could never. All your power gone. Powerless. Mine, forever.”
Fuck me, I loved that psychotic possessiveness she was spitting out.
She pulled me away, my eyes gazing up on what appeared to be a taller, more imposing version of my mistress. A toothy grin was visible in her eyes, her right hand patting at my scalp approvingly. “Much better. You look so cute I could just eat you up. I was so worried you would reject me, just punch me and run away, reject me. I don’t think I could take that, I … I was so scared… But now look at you, my good little body.” She teased, her hand caressing my stomach… my, oh god, my fupa. I didn’t just lose muscle mass, I’d gained some other nice little amenities as well.
Hearing this, I nodded my head down to see what she had done to me. Beholding my chubby belly and lanky, stubby arms, I looked like I have been binging on ice cream and McDonalds for the past five years. My cock, which was still fully erect, had lost a few inches but gained foreskin. To many a girl, it would look like a strict downgrade: but not her. She was utterly flabbergasted at the modifications she made.
“Such a cutie pie… come here, sweetie!” She said, reaching over with her hands to grab at the sides of her plaid button up. A strong tug ripped the remaining buttons open, bringing her huge breasts into full exposure. My eyes were shimmering in joy at the sight of those heaving breasts, which were now easily bigger than my head. “They’re all yours… I’m all yours… And you are all mine, though to be far, you aren’t much at all anymore, but enough for me. But not enough for anyone else.” Spoken in a perverse tone, she reached over to pick me up off the ground. Her right arm met against my middle back, her left going underneath my chubby, stubby thighs. I was being carried over to the den like I was just a toy, and I had no problems with this.
I nuzzled against her huge rack as she treated me like a baby, a big smile on my face when listening to her heartbeat. “Tell me how much you love mommy, sweetie.” She commanded as she brought me to the loveseat, my eyes opening to meet at hers.
“You are everything I ever wanted in life, mommy. Super duper loving and sexy and with a perfect set of tits for me to suckle upon every day and night.”
Her eyes were aglow with joy when listening to my words, turning me around to have my back face against her. “Such a sweet little boy. Mommy’s gonna take good care of you today.”
Gripping her shaft with her left hand, she guided her huge phallus into my asshole while keeping me at a forward lean. “Ahhh… so tight in there… nmhhh…” She leaned herself back against the couch, breathing through gritted teeth as her massive length made my asshole stretch out.
I was moaning aloud, my hands grasping against my thighs as I started moving against her. My huge, chubby buttocks clapped against her crotch and thighs with every drop I did, feeling that massive pole drive in and out of my rectum. “Yeaaah… soooo good… keep on praising mommy, sweetie. Tell me how important I am to my sweet little boy. How you belong to me, forever.”
Turning my head to the right, I spoke between hearty pants and prolonged moans. “Mommy always knows what I want and need and always takes good care of me… She puts in more work than anyone else in my life. My fat ass and chubby body is hers and hers alone to do however she so pleases, and I would not want it any other way.” I started jimmying my chubby ass against her cock that was deep in my anus, feeling her tip roll against my innards. “Her cock is divine and I want her cum every day for the rest of my life.”
“Now assure me that nobody will ever look at you the way I do, because of your body.”
“Its true mommy, I am so chubby and small and my dick is so tiny that nobody but mommy would ever want to have anything to do with it,” I think that my brain shrunk somewhere down the line because these words would have been, well, I’d never have said them before meeting my ginger haired stalker mommy.
These sweet words made her well up with great pride, her hands reaching over to grip at my shoulders to pull me toward her. Having my back press against her torso, my head was engulfed between those huge boobs of hers. She reached down to bring my legs up, getting me into a full nelson before starting to move against me. “Such a precious cutie… mommy’s going to make sure you’re never without ever again… Nmmmh…” Using her thighs and lower back, she drove that huge cock against my asshole at a fast pace. My eyes rolled up as I reached up to grasp against the back of her head, my plentiful moans muffled by her huge breasts smothering my face.
Her right hand reached downward to grasp against my length, pumping it in tandem to her thrusts to double the pleasure I was experiencing. She licked her lips from left to right, enjoying how my little cock felt against her hand. My head swiveled against her huge tits, sometimes giving a quick lick or suckle against the inner side of either one. Her right hand sometimes paused to thumb against my glans, perpendicularly tickling against it. For other moments, she reached down to give a quick squeeze or shimmy of my testicles. “Your cute little cock feels so good in my hand… please tell me how good mommy is doing.”
It was hard to articulate any words with how hard and fast her length was pumping against my ass, but I still managed to fulfill her need for validation. “I love your huge cock up my ass, mommy. I want to be fucked like this every day. Rearrange my insides to fit perfectly against your massive, veiny dick. Ahhh… it’s in sooooo deep, mommy. I love it sooo much.” Such sweet words made her pause her thrusting, her right hand moving over to cup at my cheek to make me nod up. She pecked at my forehead and scalp, then giving me a kiss right against the lips.
“Such a good boy… you are everything I ever wanted and more.”
After a lengthy round of kissing and jerking, she pulled me out of the full nelson to have me on all fours against the floor. She quickly mounted me in doggy style, driving that veiny shaft deep into my asshole. Looming her body above mine, her hands layered atop of my smaller, pasty hands as a show of affection. Keeping her head down to gaze at me, she drove her length in and out of my ass at a fast speed. The strength of her humps made my dangling length sway back and forth; the topside smacking against my bulbous belly in an audible fashion.
My eyes were closed tightly shut, my head kept straight as I wailed n bliss. Tears of joy fell down my cheeks, my grip tightening against the white carpet as I felt my prostate getting tickled by her length. “Ahhh! Mommy! Ahhhh! It’s in soooo deep! My asss! My aaaaass!” My cries of happiness only made her further her speed against me, causing my tongue to jut out and my eyes to roll up into my skull. I could feel her huge tits rubbing against the back of my head, her balls clapping against mine and my cock with how aggressive her thrusting had become.
“Egg me on, sweetie. Beg for mommy’s cum. Beg for it!” She shouted, her right hand moving off of mine to stick her middle finger into my mouth and pull at my cheek. I suckled at it briefly, lapping my tongue against it with hearty moans. With it in my mouth, I spoke as well as my sex-muddled brain could.
“Cum in my ass, mommy! Fill me with your sweet, heavenly milk! Make me cum, too! Claim me as your sweet, chubby, little boy! Ahhhhh! Little boy needs mommy’s milk! Mommy’s little boy needs her sweet miiiiiilk!”
Now that’s what she wanted to hear, my self degrading and slutty words making her go all-in on her thrusting for the next bunch of seconds. Heavy wailing and bawling was happening on my end, feeling my tight little ass getting utterly devastated by her amazing shaft. She was crying out of heavenly delight, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge. After a good amount of time, I was the first to ejaculate. My little cock was shooting out ropes of sticky cum, tarnishing the carpet beneath me. Some of my semen splashed against my fat stomach, frosting it in streaks of white. “AHHHH! MOMMY, I’M CUMMING! AHHHHH! IT FEEEEEEEELS SOOOO GOOOOOOD!”
Hearing my orgasmic cries of unparalleled happiness brought her over the edge as well, the piston-thrusting mistress stopping her thrusts to unleash a heavy helping of sperm right up my ass. Her cock spasmed rapidly, shooting ounces of semen that hat been stored in her balls to wash over my rectum and colon. Her head was nodded upward, her pupils dilated as she screamed in absolute joy. The sensation of her semen filling him up made my cock spasm and twitch further, both of us crying aloud for a good while. “I’M CUMMING TOO, SWEETIE! AAAAAAAHHH! HERE’S MOMMY’S MILK! HERE COMES MOMMY! YEEAAAAAH!”
When the orgasm dwindled down, she nodded her head and panted feverishly. My cock was the first to grow lame, my head burrowing against the carpet out of utter exhaustion. To think I got a second exercise once I got home. At least mommy stuffed me up damn well. She pulled away from me, the heavy helping of cum oozing from my ass once her length was unplugged from it. The white stuff dribbled down my balls and my little length, eventually joining my spunk on the carpet. “That was so good… you did such a good job, my little boy…” She said, scooping a handful of mixed cum off the carpet to bring it to her lips and suck it up. Ah, she absolutely loved my cum. The flavor and consistency of it was enough to make her moan in joy, and what was this? It looked like she grew a couple of inches just from taking that dollop.
Standing up on her knees, she shuffled her way to the front of me. Reaching down to grasp at my head, she pulled me up to a seated position so that she could kiss at my crown. “Mommy loves you very much.” Following it up with a tight hug, she blinded my vision with her enormous rack as her arms wound tightly against my upper back. My little arms laced around her stomach, crying tears of joy that I have such a loving, big breasted mommy taking care of me.
“I love you too, mommy!”
Of course, it was always an ebb and flow game with her. She was clearly mentally unstable, but I never once lost my cool, not like I could, she held all the cards, literally every single one of them. She was hyper depressed about how her breasts hadn’t grown, her she wasn’t good enough, or that some little bitch would take me away.
She locked me away in my own house, stealing my freedom. I was ugly, fat, weak, a freak pretty much, but Mommy continually thought that because of that that just anybody could up and take me away, willing or unwilling.
I reassured her, defiled myself more and more for her amusement.
It was a feedback loop cycle of terribleness. And I loved it. I loved humbling myself for her all to temporary enjoyment.