A Gift to Mom (commission) (Patreon)

Another old commission from The Vault™. For those of you who like expansion and growing women, I think you'll enjoy this! (Those of you who like unaware, I can only request your patience; I've got something in the works I'm sure you'll love, but it won't be ready for some time. Thanks!)

Tags: growing woman, slight incest, breast expansion, vore, BBW, chubby, gradual growth, eating, milf

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Isaac looked over his shoulder as he heard footsteps upstairs. The dark, pre-dawn living room was still empty, meaning he still had a brief bit of time. He tip-toed to the fridge and retrieved the silver jar as well as the cardboard cup containing that morning's coffee he purchased for her the day before.

Listening out, Isaac placed the cup on the table and removed the cap. He unscrewed the silver tin and angled its edge above the delicious caffeinated drink, sprinkling a colorless (white), odorless, and presumably tasteless powder into the beverage.

More footsteps. Doing well to control his breathing, Isaac used a nearby fork to stir the powder in, allowing it to dissolve amongst the bubbles before putting the cap of the coffee cup back on. He placed the cup in the microwave and set the timer for a solid 45 seconds.

The hum of the microwave blasting the cup with radiation obscured the sound of his mom's arrival, and Isaac had yet to notice until an overly loud yawn alerted him from behind. He jumped and turned around, seeing his mother, Betty looking over the kitchen island. Her eyes were pointed elsewhere and squinted, with hair just as disheveled. Her bathrobe was pulled tightly around her body, enveloping her 5 foot 3 frame and hinting to Isaac that she likely had just woken up and threw on the first garment she came across.

“Mm,” she groaned still in a half-asleep state, unaware at how startled he had been, “What're you doing up so early?”

Isaac had rehearsed this.

“I wanted to get you a little something, as a thank you, you know?” he said, offering a brief smile as he looked directly forward into his mother's groggy eyes. The microwave dinged at that moment, and Isaac turned again to retrieve the cup before noticing once more his mom scratching at her hair.

“You've been working nights pretty often this week, so I got you your favorite. Espresso with a bit of sugar.”

“Oh?” said Betty, perking up. She took the cup and removed the cap, sniffing it. “Ohhh! This does smell really good.” Putting the cap back on, Betty raised it to her lips and took a sip.

“Tastes even better! Oh, Isaac, honey, that's so sweet! I really appreciate it,” she said, her fatigue drifting away as she pulled Isaac into a close hug, causing him to blush innocently.

“No problem. It's been hard, for both of us. So I just wanted to show my appreciation for... everything you do.” Isaac's eyes glimmered as Betty disconnected from him and took another, deep sip.

“Aw, you don't have to do anything, sweetie. I'll take care of everything you need,” she said, tussling his hair. Isaac smiled sheepishly as Betty continued, “Anyway, since you're up, might as well get a head start on washing up for school.” She took one final swig of the cup, doing a stretch before tossing the emptied vessel in the trash.

“And I'll drive you, since you were so nice with this,” Betty finished, heading back upstairs to wash up.

Isaac said nothing, a slight grin crossing his face. He took one long look at the empty coffee cup laying on top of the trash before he too made his way toward the stairs.

Isaac was allowing his eyelids to drift in the last fifteen minutes of Biology when an announcement came over the intercom.

“Isaac Lloyd, please report to the front for early dismissal.”

A bit unexpected. Isaac stood up and gathered his things, flustered as his classmates and friends whispered to amongst one another jealously about Isaac's impending departure. He still didn't quite know what to expect when he reached the front door, but eventually the form of his mother did away with the enigma. She was beaming, wearing a nice dress that seemed to leave very little to the imagination, and had her arms out for a hug.

“Surprise!” she said, taking Isaac into her grasp and planting a kiss atop his head.

Isaac managed to escape the embrace, tussling his hair as he looked up slightly at his mother, saying, “Mom? What're you doing here? You know I can walk home myself.”

“Well, I thought that since you've been such a good boy lately, I wanted to treat you to something special. Dinner at that fancy restaurant we like! On me, of course,” she finished with a cheeky grin.

“That fancy restaurant you like,” Isaac said sarcastically. Yet he was grateful and followed his mother into the car.

As Isaac buckled his seat belt on the passenger's side, he took a glance, watching as his mother adjusted the seat settings. Her face turned to a grimace in frustration as the mechanical whir accompanied the seat moving all the way back with painful slowness. Betty squirmed against the constricting seat belt, ultimately deciding to unbuckle it. After a bit more thought, she reached downward, pulling her heels off before handing them to Isaac, who casually threw them into the backseat.

“Everything okay, Mom?”

“Yeah, yeah, it's fine. It's just... I dunno... those shoes have been killing me lately.” Betty sighed as she put the car in reverse, noticing his mother straining as she tried to fit herself into the seat.

The vehicle backed out, then exited the parking lot, into the mostly vacant street. Betty continued to fidget, and a few times the car seemed to accelerate unexpectedly before Betty put her foot on the break in time. Ultimately, the drive was short and the pair were able to make it to the restaurant.

Betty found a parking spot quite close to the entrance and exited the car, putting her arms up once again to stretch. Isaac followed her, noticing the lack of other cars.

“Ahhhh... I know you probably would've preferred the dinner atmosphere, but the only open reservations were during the day. Well, I'm sure you didn't mind missing a bit of school.”

“Not at all,” replied Isaac, putting his arm around his mother and walking her across the street.

The pair entered the restaurant. Aside from the receptionist a single older couple sitting in a corner, it was empty. They walked to the front counter where she waved them in.

“Ah, two for 3 o'clock? We don't get much business this time of day so you can honestly sit pretty much anywhere. Your food should be out momentarily.”

Thanking her, the pair walked through the aisles, ultimately getting a window seat that had a clear view of their car. It, by happenstance, was also quite close to the couple currently seated at a table, but neither party paid the other any mind.

Betty settled into her chair, sliding and squeezing in a bit as she noticed her rear was barely able to nestle within the seat. She scowled, then took a moment to relax before yelping out.

“Whoa!” she said, her chair tipping backwards as she allowed her weight to settle. It was only a sudden shift back in the opposite direction that prevented her from falling all the way backwards, surely an embarrassing and painful outcome.

“You good, Mom?” asked Isaac, stirring his straw absentmindedly in the glass of water.

“Yeah, yeah... I'm fine, I'm fine.” Betty's words were continuously interrupted by her reaching behind her back to scratch her nape, or her thighs, legs, or arms. Her face was twisted in such an uncomfortable expression when the waitress, the same woman that checked the pair in, delivered to their table a wicker bowl, lined with a white cloth and filled to the brim with shiny buttered bread roles.

“Finally!” exclaimed Betty. Isaac snagged a couple of rolls and munched, watching carefully as his own mother began to feast on them with gusto. She bit into one, her face melting in rapture and delight as she chewed, quickly swallowing. She bit into it a couple more times, completely devouring the roll in barely twelve seconds. Her other hand immediately delivered the next roll to her mouth, while her newly freed hand grabbed onto another roll, loaded and at the ready.

Isaac smiled lightly and said, “You seem pretty, ah... hungry.” He considered settling on “voracious” or “famished”, but decided on the more mainstream identifier.

Betty had just finished her fourth roll as Isaac finished his question. She exclaimed, “I am hungry!” and slammed her hands on the table, punctuating the declaration just as easily as she startled the aging couple beside them.

“Sorry, sorry!” she said sheepishly, and they both gave Betty the side-eye as she returned to her food. “So anyway,” Betty said between bites. “How's school? Classes? Everything's good with you? Anything I should know about?”

Isaac took his second bite out of the bread roll and took a brief swig from his water. He looked up to see his mother leaning against the table, staring at him intently but with a gentle kindness behind those eyes. For a second, she had even paused in horking down the table's collection of bread.

“Well, college applications are a drag... and recommendation letters even more so. But overall, I think I'm doing pretty well,” replied Isaac.

“Isaac... I am so proud of you for everything that you do. Your science, math, physics... you're going to be a great genetic engineer someday,” said Betty, cheeks flushing with pride as Isaac blushed in kind. “Even now,” she continued as a bit of wistfulness crept into her voice, “I wonder how someone like you managed to come from someone as average as me.”

“And Dad,” offered Isaac, before he stopped himself. Betty glared at him briefly, but her eyes softened rather quickly.

“That's correct,” she replied wistfully. “And Dad.” The memories of a past life washed over her, and surely over Isaac as well. Betty angled her head lazily, glaring out the window. Isaac was quiet as well, and he pulled out his phone to fill the awkward silence.

It was at this moment, the both of them distracted, that a waitress carrying a tray of fragrant meals arrived, cheerily startling the both of them: “Sorry for the wait, here you go!”

The waitress set two plates down, one platter of fettuccine alfredo for Isaac, and a plate of chicken parmesan for Betty. Isaac watched as she abandoned most pretenses of patience or boredom, and immediately stabbed the largest piece of meat on the dish, bringing it up to her face and chomping on it like a kabob. She smiled, wiping a bit of the sauce off her face as she exclaimed in ecstasy, “Oh! It's so good!” Another bite, and the piece of chicken was gone. The chair creaked as she scooped up another of the pieces of chicken, and another. Isaac had just finished looping a coil of pasta around his fork when he noticed his mother had ultimately cleared out the entire plate in less than two minutes.

Betty two came to this realization, and scowled. “Hm... Isaac honey, would you mind if I took a small bite out of...” she asked apologetically, leaning forward. Isaac couldn't help but notice her bust, now seemingly straining from the cut of the dress, resting quite comfortably on the table, only inches away from the now empty plate. Betty had stuck her fork on Isaac's plate without awaiting a reply. Isaac simply put his hands up in a playful surrender motion, saying, “By all means.”

Betty smiled as she pulled this new food to her mouth, chewing and swallowing quite quickly. She reached over a few more times before realizing it would likely be quicker to simply pick the bowl up and move it to her side of the table. And so that's what she did, finally digging into the massive plate of pasta and happily munching on them delectably.

The creaks were growing more frequent, but barely detectable over the sound of Betty's chewing. Isaac glanced beneath the table. His own feet struggled to allow the tips of his toes to reach the linoleum floor, but Betty had been forced to manspread if she wished to keep her legs comfortably contorted without her knees bumping up from against the bottom of the table.

Looking back up, his mom was now taking a deep swig of her water, letting out an “Ahhhhh...” of immense relief.

The sound of footsteps caused the both of them to look away from the table. The young waitress had arrived once again, carrying a notepad and pencil. Her chipper expression begat her honest inquiry, “Hey! Just wondering, did you need any more... water...?”

The woman trailed off, noticing the table now cleansed of any item that could be considered edible in only five minutes. Isaac sat, a slightly smug smile on his face looking at the dumbfounded server, while Betty's posture on the child-sized chair, combined with a dress that was looking more and more like a piece of lingerie, gave her a vague appearance not dissimilar to a cavewoman from an early Hollywood flick.

“I... I... M-my! I guess... a growing boy sure does need a lot of food.”

Isaac put his hands up, saying, “Nah, this one was all her,” as he pointed at his mom, who glared at the young man furiously as she blushed.

“I can... I can get you another entre if you would like...” said the waitress. At the base of the chair upon which this woman was seated, she noticed the rounded pegs on the end of each leg becoming further and further away as the metal bars were stretched out.

“That would be lovely, thank you,” smiled Betty.

The waitress jotted something down, looking up again and again from her notepad with disproportionate frequency. Upon finishing, she picked the plates up and began to walk away with stilted, unsure steps, a gait that soon transitioned into a full-on race-walk.

Betty at first relaxed back into her seat before being reminded of its tendency to lean backward. Upon righting herself, she leaned forward on the table again, allowing her fleshy breasts to sprawl out, stretching the clothing she wore as they collapsed into a pair of doughy mounds. Her eyes looked up at Isaac, who even now couldn't help but find himself a bit intimidated.

Betty didn't say anything though, as soon her eyes went elsewhere and other places. “Man...” she started nonchalantly. “Service here has really gone downhill, I think. Portions are a lot, smaller? Than they used to be?”

“Furniture could be a bit more robust, too,” pointed out Isaac. Betty shifted in annoyance, and the chair beneath her creaked once again. She dragged a nail across the tablecloth, trying to glean a few lost crumbs from its folds when Betty became aware that she could still smell food. A few cursory sniffs and a glance, and Betty realized where it came from. Across the aisle from them, the older man and woman sat, talking low and saying little. Their plates, a bowl of soup and a tossed salad respectively, appeared to have few if any bites taken out of them.

Betty's eyes glimmered, and without thinking, she reached her arm across the way, grabbing onto the rim of the bowl of salad, much to the couple's startlement.

“Oh, oh my!” said the older woman, throwing her hands up as Betty's own giant arm was able to bridge the gap, wide enough for a couple of people to walk, with nary a lean from her direction. Betty's hand returned with its spoils to the table as the couple got up indignantly, screaming several expletives and demands of the woman who had already begun to scoop massive bites of the salad into her mouth with the soup spoon.

“Oh, how disgusting!”

“Y-you took my lunch!”

“What on Earth is wrong with you?!”

“I-I-I paid fifteen dollars for that!”

All sorts of iterations fell on deaf ears; Betty couldn't even feel herself getting offended at it all. As she scraped the bottom of the bowl clean, she reached with her other hand to grab at the soup bowl, but the man clutched it just as she placed her massive fingers on it.

“Oh, no you don't!” he exclaimed, trying with both hands to prevent the bowl from shifting as Betty lackadaisically attempted to pull it her way. There was an uneven tug, as Betty managed to get the man standing, out of his seat in an attempt to hold onto the bowl, leaning back as far as he could, eyes closed as a vein bulged out his forehead until--

CRACK!

Soup splashed all over him, and ceramic shards scattered across the floor. Isaac's eyes widened as the man fell back into his chair, the burning hot liquid seeping into his clothes.

“I-I-I-” said the man, dumbfounded as Betty's once slightly annoyed face morphed into one of anger. Scooting back from the chair, Betty stood up to height, blotting out much of the window's light as she cast a shadow upon the entire party, her head very nearly brushing the chandelier that stood above them. Isaac was agape as he calculated internally that her height must've now shot past eight feet, closer to eight and a half, not including her heels which were now becoming dangerously frayed and close to snapping.

“You... ruined my lunch,” intoned Betty, her increased size granting her voice a reverberation that caused the ceiling lights to swing and the table glasses to jitter. Isaac watched as she took a step out, right before the man who had fallen, as his wife covered her mouth in sheer disbelief as her unheard of size. Betty's breasts were swelling, with more than their entire upper hemispheres now being squeezed out of her perky little dress. Her hips, having only went through the pain of giving birth to one child, now looked absolutely ready and girthy enough to pop out half a dozen in under an out if need be, swaying with delicate grace and curvy form, a quality that was being shared by her size. Even Betty's cheeks found themselves expanding, though not to quite a similar extreme, only acquiring a candid sort of plumpness rather than anything resembling a facsimile of overweightness.

The waitress carrying two plates spotted the commotion and began to walk-jog over there, expertly balancing the platters. “What is this commotion?!” she exclaimed as her gait slowed, allowing her to take in how truly massive Betty appeared to become.

“Ah, just in time!” said Betty, who took both plates in either hand, tilting one up above her face and allowing the perfectly charred slices of chicken to descend into her gullet. Once emptied, Betty simply let go of the plate, and it fell to the ground, shattering into bits. She then repeated the same maneuver, this time briefly crouching to grab a baby-sized fork to ensure the pasta and sauce all made its way into her mouth properly.

A loud SNAP interrupted the display. Betty winced in slight pain, sucking one last noodle through her lips as she glanced down. At her feet, the pleather that made up her right heel had split in half, freeing her massive foot. Another SNAP, this time predicted and resultantly less of a shock, came soon after. Kicking the shoes away, Betty allowed her feet to settle on the cold, dusty floor, and she continued to eat. Before long, this plate fell to the ground as well, startling even Isaac as it shattered the dumbfounded silence the entire group was a witness to.

“Well... I think our experience hasn't been nearly as pleasant as I recall it once being... y-you'll see when I review this place on Yelp!” yelped Betty as she put a massive hand on Isaac's shoulder. “C'mon sweetie, let's go.”

Her sizable feet were able to weather the thick shards of ceramic, unable to penetrate the rubbery soles of her feet as she walked. Still, Betty was careful to avoid deposited spots of dried up, crusty soup broth, and Isaac followed in her footsteps as the sauntered through the restaurant, the other occupants having little response for them but awestruck gasps and whimpers. They reached the door, and Betty had to crouch down roughly two and a half heads just to travel back into the fading sunlight that day's afternoon had delivered them.

They reached the car, no longer quite as hot to the touch, Betty had to crouch, grabbing and accidentally crushing the door handle in her slowly-expanding fist as Isaac pointed out, “You know, Mom... maybe it'll be a bit better if I drove.”

It was dark. Isaac was at his computer. On the screen were innumerable equations and charts of dubious meaning and recollection, and he scrolled through them intently when the security alarm chimed as the front door was unlocked and opened. Isaac closed his laptop halfway and stood up to meet his mother, who was currently crouching beneath the bottom of the window frame to enter. Even now, wearing the largest clothes she currently had available to her (which were her husband’s), they were barely able to cover the frame as she was pushing on nine feet. Pants were a suggestion, and shoes weren't even a question at this point, but one look at Betty's face and you wouldn't have been able to tell she had just spent nearly the entire day at a doctor's office an hour away. On the contrary, she was as relaxed and content as if she had just visited the local park.

She bent down to caress Isaac in an all-encompassing hug, and Isaac found her even more massive and voluptuous boobs, pressing tightly against the chest of the hoodie, smushing up against his own face and shoulders. He tried his best to return the gesture, even as his breath was muffled by the embrace, and when he was finally relinquished from it, Isaac had to stop to reclaim the oxygen that had been reduced to a drip feed for such a short time.

“So...” said Isaac, still needing to breath a bit, “How'd the visit to the office go?”

Betty shrugged, walking past Isaac. Her head was quite close to the ceiling's own height, and if she wasn't careful she was liable to bump into the ceiling fan. Reaching the couch, Betty turned around and plopped down upon it, eliciting several loud cracks and snaps from within the piece of furniture's wooden frame that, hopefully, would not impugn upon its structural integrity too much. Betty drew in a massive breath as she spread her legs out, drawing massive tears in the stretchy fabric all up and down her thighs and calves.

“It went... about as well as you think. They couldn't find anything 'wrong' with me... All they know is that apparently my body is...” Betty stopped, trying to recall the physicians' confusing jargon. “It's... it's had a reaction with something, and my cells are... dividing at a rate exponential compared to my food intake.” Betty's face looked... odd, and Isaac couldn't quite place it. He began to sweat, wondering just what sort of emotions he was putting his mother through.

“Do you... did they find any way to stop it?”

“Stop it?” said Betty, looking up at Isaac. Her cold brown eyes pierced his soul, and her expression was indiscernible, unidentifiable. “Stop it? Isaac... I'm feeling better than I've felt in years.”

Isaac's mouth fell open slightly, and he felt his heart flutter as his mom smiled a great big smile. It was a face he hadn't seen in so long, and one that he was happy to see again. His mother reached down, digging her nails into the fabric of her pants and ripped them apart, allowing her steadily thickening thighs to finally be set free. Betty sighed in pure bliss as her bare thighs were finally allowed to breath, their scent filling the room with a musk characteristic of one who had been on her feet all day.

“Wow,” breathed Isaac in admiration as his mother sprawled out. “Do you have to... I mean, I'm...”

“Oh, honey, relax. It's not like any clothes are going to fit me anymore,” said Betty, crossing one leg over the other as her massive arms sprawled along the entire length of the back cushion of the sofa. This resulted in her similarly strained hoodie to begin to tear holes across its seams, leaving large swaths of his mother's increasingly plump and filled-out body exposed to the air. She bounced her foot in the air contentedly as Isaac grinned.

“Well then, I hope you're hungry,” said Isaac, walking over to the refrigerator and pulling out several Styrofoam to-go boxes.

“I happen to be starving. Give that here!” yelled Betty, her jovial tone perfectly concealing what was a serious demand, not to be ignored lightly. He handed one of the containers off the stack to her, and to his surprise, Betty gripped it like a sandwich and simply chomped into it, plastic and all. She chewed, her powerful teeth reducing the combination of food and packaging material into a gray sludge, and swallowed without any complaint. As she took another hefty bite, the sofa's creaking becoming a constant fixture in the air. Her magnified chompers were able to make quick work of the entire box, so much so that she wasn't even able to see what was inside it (chicken tenders and fries). Upon her completion, Isaac wasted no time handing her the next one in the stack, and she downed it with just as much abandon. The sofa legs, digging into the hardwood floor, finally collapsed to the ground, bringing Betty along with it. Despite now being at least a few inches descended on the ground, Betty was still taller here sitting down than Isaac was standing up, and he had to reach in order to hand her the next few boxes of food.

The to-go containers were exhausted. And still, Betty pounded her fists on the floor, yelling out, “I'm still hungry, Isaac.”

Isaac dug through the kitchen cabinets and the refrigerators, pulling out all the raw ingredients and leftovers he could muster. He ran over to her, delivering two sacks of sugar and flower, and Betty was able to swallow them both completely whole, causing a particularly intense spurt as she now edged close to the ceiling. The flexible sweatshirt tore apart completely, and Betty had become completely nude, shameless, and was still screaming out for more food.

“More, give me more!” she yelled out. Even as this was Isaac's plan, the way his mother was so insistent caused him to feel a bit of consternation. Isaac had pulled out a garbage bag and began to simply dump literally every object in the kitchen – salt shakers, uncooked pasta noodles, new and used Tupperware containers, a jug of milk for good measure, even utensils – into it. This investment in time caused a very impatient mother of his to boom out, “I'm waiting.”

“J-just a moment!” yelled out Isaac. He tied up the garbage bag and ferried its hefty weight with both hands to his awaiting mother, now taking up at least a solid fourth of the volume of the sitting room. She grasped the garbage bag easily with on hand. It was roughly twice the size of her head, but this would be no challenge. Betty tore into the plastic, allowing an avalanche of food and amenities to pour out, entering her gaping maw. Her teeth crunched and tore the plastic, metal, cardboard, and glass that composed much of the foodstuffs, as well as the actual food, her diamond sharp incisors capable now of digesting anything and ripping it to shreds. As the inhaled the torrent, she expanded more and more, so much so that due to a combination of her growing and the contents of the bag being depleted, she eventually balled up the remains and stuffed it too in her mouth as well.

Isaac had been so distracted watching the awesome display, he hadn't had time to get the next garbage bag ready. Thinking hard, he couldn't help but notice that the kitchen was not only running out of food, but also running out of material. A loud SNAP reverted his attention to his mother once again, who had just ripped apart one of the sitting chairs with her two hands and was now crunching a leg within her teeth. It was clearly displeasurable, but the sooner she finished, the sooner she would have to move onto other materials. The problem is, the proportion of nutritional items close by that could supply her energy commensurate with her growing size was negligible.

Unless.

What if... what if Isaac were able to convince her to... maybe... indulge in the most populous animal food source currently around?

Humid morning air coated the exterior of Jessica's jacket, and she trained herself to take in deep, full breaths as she jogged. The street was empty for the most part, and her earbuds were sufficient in allowing this exercise regime she recently started to send her into a world of solitude. Pumping her fists through, she couldn't help but bask as the purple lavender morning light accompanied the rising of the sun, and she passed house after house, genuinely content and enjoying her station in life.

A series of loud, crashing snaps of wood and glass shocked Jessica from her trance. She skidded to a stop and ripped her earbuds out as dust began to filter through the air, and looking around, Jessica spotted the source. It was a house, with colossal hole going through the side of it, as though it had been partially collapsed. But through the wreckage and the morning fog, as Jessica edged closer and closer to see what was up, her heart began to race. For in the shadow of the destruction was... a silhouette. A silhouette far too large to belong to any normal human. And it was... eating something. A long wooden beam was being slid into its mouth, accompanied by massive crunches that pierced the air.

Jessica's brain went to a very weird place. On one hand, something appeared to be very wrong, and if there were any people in that house when it collapsed, they'd be helpless right now. On the other hand... well, someone appeared to be very wrong.

And that someone was stepping out of the shadow and dust. Each thudding step this being took sent a shiver down Jessica's spine, and though her brain and instincts told her to run, she did not move. She could not move. Try as she might, Jessica lacked control over her lower extremities as the grinning face of a gigantic woman began to emerge, upon her shoulder sitting a young man.

Jessica took a step back from the sight, her eyes blinking back tears and sweat, but tripped on her behind in the maneuver as the woman took further steps out of the fog, sights clearly set on Jessica for whatever reason. Jessica's mouth could only whimper as the giantess stuffed the last bit of a beam into its mouth, obliterating it into splinters before swallowing without missing a bit. She once again grinned, and Jessica could only stare agape at her perfectly white, undamaged, titanium teeth that had no chip damage at all. Betty fell willfully onto all fours, allowing herself to crawl somewhat closer to Jessica's own height as she approached the soon-to-be-former-jogger, and said one word:

“Breakfast.”

Jessica didn't know precisely what that meant in this context. But considering what this woman just did to that wooden beam, she wasn't eager to find out. Jessica rediscovered her ability to move, and began to get up, scraping her hands on the pavement with her speed. Try as she might, she wasn't able to get very far before This woman's massive hands coiled around her scrambling legs like pythons, and Jessica couldn't help but let out a piercing scream, sure to awake at least a few neighbors.

Picking her up, Betty stood to her full height, bumping into a couple of middling tree branches lining the road on the way. Tilting her head back, she lifted the woman, struggling and screaming but unable to escape from the crushing grip exercised on her. As Betty glared at the woman, a feeling began to grow in her. A feeling that had been present for some time, but was only now beginning to become more and more apparent.

“Hm? What's wrong?” inquired Isaac, sitting shifting in his seat besides his mother's own face. It was large enough for him to remain there comfortably, but he still had to clutch a clump of her hair to avoid potentially falling off.

Betty looked as Jessica, who had for the most part screamed herself out, hung their in terrified silence, wide eyes at the woman who somehow, someway, was about the size of a two-car garage. Betty looked at her, and replied to her son, “It's just... I don't know... is this really the most efficient way to get nutrients? Eating... other humans?”

“It's the most efficient way, easily,” said Isaac. “And besides, you're not really human anymore. I made sure to attend to that.”

Betty cocked an eyebrow as Isaac smiled knowingly, and thought back to a few days ago. The coffee. The one substance Isaac had given her to put in her body. And Betty grinned too. “So, what am I?”

“Now? I think it's safe to say you're fit to be a goddess.”

That was all the affirmation Betty needed to hear, as Jessica looked at the both of them with petrified glares. Betty looked up at this unnamed jogger, and said, “Well in that case, I'll do you the honor of being this first morsel sacrifice of this planet's new ruler.”

And she dropped Jessica in her gullet.

Betty didn't chew Jessica, and this caused the somewhat sizable human to take a bit longer to reach Betty's esophagus, especially as she struggled against Betty's python-like, moist, drooling tongue that fought her at every step. Jessica tried her best to latch onto any of the wet, slobbery hand and footholds she could muster, they all slipped through her fingers. Her breath was a debilitating sensory condition, and as Jessica was pushed down by both gravity, the waves of saliva, and the movement of her tongue and cheeks, the ever presence of Betty's breath, marred by hours of eating quite literally everything but the kitchen sink, was what weakened her attempts to climb up and escape the most. Eventually, as Betty closed her mouth, sealing her in, the struggles died down. Moments later, the familiar gulping sound, and a wet piece of food traveled down Betty's gullet as she smiled to her son.

Betty's increased metabolism allowed her to make use of the woman quite quickly, and she yelped as the intensely packed morsel of vitamins, proteins, and calcium caused Betty to expand even farther. Her breasts jutted out, briefly knocking her off balance even as her hips and ass grew to offset this difference. Her thighs filled out as well, even more than they already were, as Betty grew even taller.

Neighbors who had exited their homes to examine the commotion, some wielding smartphones and cameras, began to exclaim as this occurred, and Betty finally saw fit to turn her attention to them.

“More snacks?” she boomed, fully coming into her own in this new role over humanity.

She began to walk. Each step was like a death-bell as she trudged to the crowds, expertly wielding her body even as she had only possessed it for a short while. She crouched as the crowd dispersed in fear, grasping fleeing men and women by the handful, a solid fifty feet high at this point. Stuffing them into her mouth, Betty relished their sweaty, fearful, frantic flavor, and she swallowed them down as she stretched, her body expanding even more. Another few steps, this time crushing several parked vehicles. Car horns blared, properly warning people of the being that would be arriving for them, and as Betty grasped and swallowed yet another group of people, she realized with both slight fear, and a sinister satisfaction that no. She would never, ever stop being hungry.

And this world would have to adjust to that, or perish.

As she brought the latest victims, kicking, screaming, and crying to her lips, Betty could think of but one thing.

And that was this is the best gift any mother could ever receive.