A normal morning

Crystal's eyelids fluttered open. Yet, under the spell of sleep, she found herself drifting back into the darkness.

*Deedeet-Deedeet-Deedeet*

For a second time, she reopened her peepers. Upon seeing nothing of note through the dark haze that cast her room in darkness she again shut her eyes, only to be disturbed again by the constant ringing.

*Deedeet-Deedeet-Deedeet*

Crystal's face scrunched up with tired annoyance. Drool coated the corner of her lips, with sleep crusting her eyes and her hair in disarray. It was too early for school; she could discern that much even in her tired state. The damn sun hadn’t even come out yet!

*Deedeet*

Something inside her snapped, and the flying fist and now broken alarm clock were innocent byproducts of her resulting annoyance.

There was a sound. The sound came from a machine. The machine is annoying, so she gets rid of the machine. Problem solved.

Now she could sleep in relative solace, breathing in and out warm breaths onto the comforting pillow where she rested.

*Deedeet-Deedeet-Deedeet*

"Okay!" Crystal shot her head up. She groaned, her throat hoarse, and shot her head around the dark room to find the source of the irritating sound. She noticed that her wristwatch, which laid on the nightstand, was blinking ever so innocently with a soft cyan light.

Realization flashed over her tired features and she narrowed her brow annoyedly.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

After several prolonged seconds of her doing nothing but wallowing in her tired state, she eventually built up the strength to toss her pillow aside and push herself upwards into a sitting position.

She was too comfortable for this. The bed, her pillow, the cotton pink pajama set she wore. Every part of her brain was signaling for her to go back to sleep.

But she couldn’t.

The blinking wristwatch met her unamused **** stare with smug amusement.

*Deedeet-get fucked bitch haha-Deedeet*

Begrudgingly, she reached an arm out and took the device. The beeping noise subsided as her thumb rested over its screen, but she didn't get much time to bask in the comforting quiet as the headframe behind her shifted downwards with mechanical hinges.

Installed in the wall was a hidden tube which dragged Crystal towards it with it’s cold, suctioning air until she had completely vanished into it.

The next few moments moved by in a blur, mostly since she was still half asleep as the tube quickly pulled her away from her house and into the E.U.A Headquarters.

Inside The Nest, Crystal was whisked out the opposing end of a transport tube that protruded from a hatch in the ceiling. She landed on her pink padded chair, where she let out a light *Umpf*, just as the lights in the underground base began to illuminate the room with a radiant pink glow.

A bright yellow exclamation point flickered on the large monitor before her. She flinched and squinted her eyes to avoid the bright lights as she typed in her I.D. on the digital keypad.

The monitor flashed to life, and Crystal snapped her eyes shut as she leaned back in her chair.

"Good morning, Crystal." A shadowy figure appeared on the screen and greeted her with a distorted, decidedly male voice. "Sorry to wake you at such an early hour. I know you have a big day planned, being your friend's birthday and all. So, we... Uh..." The man behind the screen paused and shifted forward to get a better look at Crystal. "Are you sleeping?"

In response, Crystal let out a tired. "No..." While leaning back in her seat with her eyes held shut.

The man nodded. "Good." He cleared his throat. "Annnnyway. Because of your ''special plans'' for the day, we decided to give you an easy one. Unfortunately, in this case, ''easy'' means ''early.''"

"What is it?" Crystal sighed.

"The Visual Arts instructor, Felicity D. Cruise, is up to something."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I realize you're tired of being assigned to her, especially since you don't even attend her class but... She's just a few rooms down from a class you do attend and... Frankly, you're the closest agent to her so..."

"Mhmm." Crystal gradually began to accept she would be awake for the next batch of hours and began to open her eyes, adjusting them to the bright lights bouncing throughout The Nest. "But why so early?"

"As much as I hate to say it, evil never rests. And besides, she's an easy one; you should be finished before the bell rings."

"If you're gonna wake me up this early, at least make it important. Not..."

“This time it might be! Our sensors detected that Felicity has a surplus of ice in her possession. Sure, this time of year is when it starts to get hot. But apparently, she's storing gallons of ice in her classroom!? Save some for the rest of us, I say! Your mission is to find out why she's hoarding all that ice, and if it's something evil, put a stop to it."

"Sure, whatever." Crystal yawned. "But I'm gonna need some coffee."

"Already on it."

*Ding*

To Crystals right, a hatch opened from the glossy floor, and up rose a tiny table that held a single coffee cup.

"Cool." Crystal got off her chair and grabbed the cup as she headed towards the elevator.

---

*Beep-Beep*

Jaxon's eyes parted open.

*Beep-Beep*

They shut.

*Beep-Beep*

His eyes parted open.

*Beep-Beep*

They shut.

*Beep-Beep*

And so on.

He lay in bed, still shocked and a bit afraid after last night. That, coupled with how he had a ton of trouble getting to sleep, ended with one of those mornings he didn't want to wake up to.

Yes, he was fearful, amazed and… somehow, a bit excited? Is that even possible? Apparently. Apparent-Fucking-Lee..

That calendar.

That mother FUCKING calendar had been staring him down all night. So much so that he couldn't find rest. His mind was on it all throughout the night and early morning.

Taunting him.

Teasing him.

Tickling him.

Warning him.

Unless Crystal had set up some cameras in his room - which would be entirely justified since using secret cameras for candid recordings is kinda his thing - and is using this as an excuse to pull a practical joke on him, there was something absolutely fucked with this calendar.

Somehow Crystal genuinely believed it was his birthday tomorrow. Or, today, technically.

Jaxon had grown up with her. He had learned all the things she hated and enjoyed over the years. He knew her favorite food and least favorite people. At this point, there was probably no secret she has that he doesn't already know about.

So, he was sure that Crystal was being entirely honest last night without a fraction of doubt.

And that was fucking freaky shit.

Somehow this calendar is manipulating things. Otherwise, he's just going mad.

Half of him wanted to jump back on his desk and figure out what the fuck was going on with that calendar. But the other half was a little baby bitch and didn't want to touch that thing with a ten foot pole.

It could have been enchanted by some weird voodoo magic, who the fuck knows!?

Now, he’d read a fair bit of porn that played out just like this situation; where a man finds a random magic item and begins to use it for his own sexual gratification.

That's all fine and dandy. Some might even call that awesome! But Jaxon couldn't think about the possibilities that might be unfolded to him... Because he was too shocked over how Crystal was so easily manipulated.

Jaxon had jotted down and removed his birthday from the calendar. Then, like clockwork, Crystal believed and then stopped believing it was his birthday. It was instant, with no noticeable delay; One second, she thought it was his birthday today, the other... No dice.

It freaked him out, but it also stimulated that curious side of him that liked to pick apart the puzzle pieces at play here. Somehow, the calendar had seemingly affected her memories from miles away while in the safety of her own home.

Jaxon yawned.

He couldn't sit in his thoughts forever. Though, that would be a fun thing to do, especially when it came to thinking about Crystal.

---

Inside Richard Schnoz High School, the door to the Fine Arts classroom jiggled before it swung open, and Crystal stepped in with a cup of coffee in hand.

Felicity Cruise was writing something on her whiteboard the moment her door abruptly opened, and the forty-year-old woman sighed on instinct. She huffed, pushing out her D sized breasts and turned around to meet the intruder.

The teacher's skin was lightly tanned, covered by a simple white fitted quarter sleeved shirt. It was fully buttoned up and tucked into a black skirt which hung down to her upper thighs and covered the top of the stockings clutched tightly to her legs.

"Rebecka!?" Felicity slammed her hands onto her desk in surprise and adjusted the glasses up the bridge of her nose before they slid off and fell onto the floor, shattering. "How did you get past my defenses!?"

"You mean the locked door?" Crystal walked up to the teacher, unamused. She wore a black form fitting jumpsuit with a zipper down the front. A pink striped belt around her waist matched the other pink stripes that draped down her legs and arms. "It wasn't hard." She took a hairpin from her belt and showed it to the Arts teacher.

Felicity swished back her curly black hair and sighed. "Well I must say, I didn’t expect you to breach through my impenetrable defenses... Except... I definitely did!" Her fist landed on the desk before her, pushing a button hidden behind a cup of paintbrushes.

A hatch opened above Crystals and down fell a mini avalanche of ice cubes. They landed atop her before she had a chance to react, leaving her submerged in ice.

"I knew you would get in and chastise me at that very spot! I hope you have an undershirt on! Hehehe..." Felicity strode around to the front of her desk, where she seated herself atop it, letting her skirt ride up her thigh in the process. "And really, I do! See Rebecka; I have a surplus of ice in my possession for a reason."

The pile of ice shifted, and Crystal's head popped out of the ice, shivering due to the mass of frozen cubes surrounding her.

"Mm.. M... My names not Re... Ra... Rebeckkk.. A..." Crystals white teeth clattered as she spoke.

"Well, you won't tell me your name, so you're Rebecka for today. Anyway, you're probably wondering why I would be hoarding so much ice. Sure, it's summer, but gallons of ice might be a bit too much, yes?

Crystal responded by shivering.

"Yes. You see, it has nothing to do with my broken A.C." Felicity crossed her thigh atop the other as she spoke. "I actually plan on getting that fixed next week. No! The ice is to address an issue much grander in scale. Allow me to show you."

The art teacher rose from the desk and made her way past the shivering Crystal and towards the two sliding doors that marked the entrance to a large closet. She gripped the two doors and slid them open, causing a massive pile of ice to trickle out.

"Alright! Um... It's somewhere in here, give me a second..."

Crystal rolled her eyes while the teacher presented her peach-shaped ass as she shifted through the ice.

"Ahh! Here it is... Ooo! Cold! Cold! That's cold!" Felicity gripped something and rolled it out from the ice. It looked like a pimped-out air conditioning unit on wheels, with blue tubes sticking out from each side, connecting to a large container on top filled to the brim with ice.

"Wha... W.. What iss.... Th.. T... That?"

"The Chillorizer Mark-Six!! Hahaha... It's the answer to my problem." Felicity patted the machine. "See, back when I was just a young teen like you, I was always insulted and ridiculed for wearing clothing that wasn't ''appropriate'' or ''ladylike.'' They punished and **** the narrative into my head that I had to hide my blossoming femininity. Now that I'm an adult, I can do and wear what I wish, but that experience as a child forever changed my life..."

"And.. T.. Th.. This wi.. Will solv.. solve that pr... problem how?"

"Let me finish!" Felicity stomped her heeled foot, crushing the ice under it and causing her chest to jiggle rhythmically. "You might be able to understand how much it ANNOYS ME to see you boys and girls skirting past the dress code with no regard for the rules! Don't think I haven't noticed all those cleavage-revealing tank tops and low-cut skirts! This jock once came into my class completely topless! I don't even know how that fucking happened! All the girls got distracted by his muscles, even me!" The woman clutched at her hair. "And I just went through a divorce!"

"I wonder why..." Crystal mumbled.

"You would think I'd go on for at least a month before looking for another man and..." The teacher paused. "What did you say?"

"Nothing."

Felicity furrowed her brow. "You made a snarky remark about my divorce, didn't you?"

"M.. Me?" Crystal mocked surprise. "I would never."

"Mmhmm..." Felicity quietly hummed. "Once I activate this device, it will lower the temperature of the building. Soon enough, the entire school will be as cold as the arctic!" She grinned. "Then I’ll watch as all the students cover themselves up or risk freezing in their seats! And once my next batch of ice comes in, I'll be able to upgrade this machine to tremendous levels! First, the school will begin to show less skin, then... The world! You can say goodbye to bikinis and hello to fluffy sweaters! Everyone will have to dress as modestly as I did! It's only fair, after all."

"Okay, I can kinda see where you're coming from with all this, but why don't you just bring this up with the school board? Ask them to put a bigger focus on enforcing the dress code?"

Felicity raised an eyebrow. "You know, Rebecka, sometimes it's about proving a point."

Crystal rolled her eyes.

"And speaking of proving points," The art teacher flashed a mischievous smile. "I think it's about time you learn not to be so snarky when addressing adults." She repositioned the machine before her and pushed a button on the device.

Gears began to rotate, and a cylinder-like peripheral extended out the top with two vents on opposing sides. Each vent had a colorized candle bulb above it, one of which flicked on and gleamed with a blue light.

Felicity twisted a knob and aimed the vent towards Crystal. "We'll see who's the sarcastic one when I set the temperature to sub-zero and leave you encased in a block of ice, forever!"

"Oh, I don't think I can fit that on my schedule. I have a party to attend, and forever seems like a really long time."

With gritted teeth, Felicity pressed a button on the machine, and a light blue jet of frozen air blasted out of the vent.

Crystal narrowly avoided the blast. She leaped out of the ice pile just as the frozen beam of air passed by her. It hit the classroom door, leaving it frozen shut.

"What the!?" Felicity fumbled with her words as she looked on at Crystal. "How did you escape the... Did you use another hairpin?!"

"What? No." Crystal blew a stray brunet strand of hair out of her eye. "It was just a heap of ice cubes, not much of a trap."

"Really? Huh... Well, I guess I installed all that ice in the ceiling for nothing... That sucks... Half of the ice I bought is up there, ‘cause, you know, I wasn't sure of where in the room you'd be, so I just thought I'd cover my basis by putting ice everywhere and... Hey!"

During the teacher's rambling, Crystal was taking short, unnoticeable steps towards the teacher. Except, they weren't discreet enough. Felicity caught on to Crystal's movements and shot out another beam of chilly air.

Crystal ducked right below it, but the blast caught the end of her ponytail, freezing it instantly.

"Shit." She cussed. "Look what you did!" Three more beams were sent her way; she sidestepped one, cartwheeled past the other, and made a backflip over the last shot.

"Why are you so fucking agile! I wasn't like that when I was your age!" Felicity sent a blast towards Crystal's feet. The agent did another backflip, avoiding the beam and landing on the teacher's desk. Felicity was about to shoot out another beam of cold air, when she realized something and held back her trigger finger. "I see what you're doing."

"You do?" Crystal was squared on Felicity's desk, her hands resting between her legs.

"Yes. You think I wouldn't risk freezing my desk, huh? Well the jokes on you! That desk is school property!" She smashed the button on her machine and shot a beam of cold air towards Crystal, who effortlessly jumped backward and used the desk as cover. Leaving it entirely encased in solid ice.

---

*Beep-Beep*

"Ugghhhh..." Jaxon sighed. His eyes were bloodshot red; the entire night having been spent pondering that fucking calendar. He’d gotten no real form of sleep to help carry him through the day.

"Jaxon!"

*Knock* *Knock*

"Jaxon honey," The bedroom door opened to reveal half of his mother's voluptuous body as she stepped into view. "Are you awake?"

"No..." He grumbled and titled his head atop the cushiony pillow to look towards his mother. "I'm-" From zero to a hundred, his passively hard morning wood surged up with new life.

His mother was clad in nothing more than a grey robe that was tied tightly by a black cotton rope wrapped around her waist. It was apparent she hadn't done this with the intention to tease her son; in fact, she probably did it so that her robe wouldn't come loose, but the knot was bound so tightly it pressed the clothing against her curvy body.

Even in looser clothing, her large bust, round ass and thick thighs wouldn’t have left much to the imagination, but this was something else. It seemed like she’d just stepped out of the bathroom and decided to check on her son.

Her wet, blond hair was pressed against her forehead, beads of water trickling down her beautiful face.

She could have dried off more, as a few droplets of water fell off her skin and onto the carpeted ground. One drop managed to fall into her creamy white cleavage, where it sunk and flowed into the line between her chest, vanishing from sight.

''Fucking hell…'' Jaxon internally groaned. 'Why, Mom? Why didn't you wear normal clothes coming in here?' He had to push up his knees so the sheet covering him wouldn't give away the apparent boner he was sporting due to seeing his mother.

It was as if she wanted her son to fantasize about her! Though, even if she wore a regular T-shirt, pants, fit, and consciously tried not to show off her well-kept body, she would still manage to reveal the fruits of her labor; the natural curves just came with her healthy lifestyle.

But, it's the fact that she didn't even put an attempt in making herself appear modest that made it a problem.

One could argue this was Jaxon's own fault. Growing up, he was always discreet in his perversion, and as a result, his mother was completely oblivious. She saw absolutely no need to be concerned about the possibility that her own flesh and blood would see her in a sexual light, so thus she never made much of an effort to appear modest around the house. She made it too fucking easy; only a mad man wouldn't use her oblivious nature against her. He snapped many pictures and snuck in more private faps with her as the main prize enough times for it to be considered unhealthy - which is one time, by the way. She was the most attractive, motherly, and curvy woman in his life. So, of course she'd be one of the first people he'd ever fantasize about.

In her situation, women would usually clarify a line; that line would help keep people from crossing a metaphorical barrier and keep things in check. But since Jaxon kept the entirety of his lust for his mother private, she apparently never saw the need to draw a line for Jaxon to stay behind.

She never caught him glancing at her cleavage or noticed the weight of his gaze staring down into her fit ass cheeks as she bent down to reach for something.

For crying out loud, she was a Yoga instructor and a lead exercise coach at the local gym. Her body was literally built and maintained to last the test of time. Her fit frame kept the only fat she had in the parts that mattered, being her huge bust and bubbly buttocks. She exercised at home, did pull-ups, jumping jacks, and all kinds of stretches in the living room, right there for Jaxon to observe. She even encouraged him to watch her; Upon asking if he could record her session, she was instantly down for it.

The poor woman was helplessly unaware; she had no idea her body was being used as a sexual instrument for her son's imagination to ****.

Which may explain why she did shit like entering his room in nothing but a bathrobe. With two buttons undone to show off her wet cleavage and the bottom pulled to the side enough for one thick leg to stick out and display its healthy, sexy muscles.

She didn't think she had to worry about her son looking at her body in a sexual way, so she entered his room without a care in the world.

It sucks, because Jaxon genuinely did not want to disappoint his mother, and knew if she knew the truth, that's exactly how she would feel: Angered and disappointed.

Disappointed that the child she gave birth to, the son with her own genes flowing through his blood, saw her as a sexual object.

It didn’t help that this situation was seemingly set up for him to appreciate her curvy... sexual... motherly aura...

His room was dark, as the curtains hadn't been pulled, and the only streams of light that were entering his room came from the now open door.

His mom had fully stepped into the room and her arms were crossed below her chest. The cleavage on display bulged and pressed against the open ''V'' shaped gap left by her two undone buttons. The light from the bright hall cascaded her fully developed womanly figure in a shade of shadow while giving her a heavenly halo around her.

"I manage to go for a morning jog, come home, shower, and start making breakfast, all before you're up for school?" She shook her head, a motion that had her chest swaying subtly. "Jaxon, I raised you better than that. Come on, let's go." His mother uncrossed her arms, which removed the surface her hefty breasts were resting on and caused her tits to bounce against her chest without sagging.

She clapped her hands and moved into her son's room to open the blinds.

The sudden beams of morning light shone through the window and blasted him.

"Hisssss!" Jaxon squinted and the sheet up to cover his eyes.

"No, no." She moved towards Jaxon and placed her hands on her round hips. She bent forward towards her son's figure and made a motion for the sheet he was using to cover himself. "You're getting up now, mister."

For a brief moment, Jaxon was entirely distracted by how his mother's free tits swayed naturally and bounced in a healthy manner after every motion she made. The large mass of tits looked as though they could spring out at any second- and they nearly did, Jaxon made out the soft hint of an areola peeking its head out to greet him.

But as his mother's hand gripped the sheet, Jaxon snapped back to life. "No, wait!"

"Wait?" She raised a brow. "I need you to get out of bed right now, mister."

"I know I'm..." Jaxon fumbled for an excuse that would prevent his mother from yanking down the only thing hiding his erection. "I'm naked under here!"

That caused the woman to stop and frown.

"Um... Jaxon don't... I know some people do that, but not here; I don't want you sleeping naked in my house." She stepped back, leaning up just in time to save her tits from exploding out of her top. Her thighs rubbed against each other in an absent motion that appeared much more sexual considering the situation. "What if there's an emergency?"

"A lot of people at my school do it." Jaxon defended his claim. "All the cool kids sleep naked."

"Okay, but you don't. Hear me?" She gave him the look, one that Jaxon struggled to pay attention to, as just one peek below her face would reward him with a sea of tits. "Besides, you're my son, you're better than the ''cool'' kids."

"I hear ya, Mom..."

That got the woman to relent and step away from his bed. "Don't fall back asleep, I expect to hear you up and moving in ten minutes." She held her serious voice and tapped the wristwatch she regularly used for all her exercise routines.

His mother made her way to the bedroom door, but halted. "Oh..." She turned her head back around and smiled. "Happy birthday, sweety. You're my big nineteen year old boy now."

Jaxon blinked.

"But just because you're older doesn't mean you aren't still my son, so be down in ten. I have something nice for you." She paused and glanced around Jaxon's cluttered floor. "And clean your... No.. Not now.. Not now..." She breathed. Then added with a wink. "Just come down."

Jaxon's bedroom door shut.

"Holy shit..." He said.

That calendar is magic.

Jaxon looked over to his desk, where the calendar laid like an innocent baby, free of any sins... Yet, it was anything but innocent. It made not only his best friend believe it's his birthday, but his mother too!? Sure, a friend might forget that, but his own mom? Could she forget the day she gave birth?

Jaxon never gave birth before, maybe he will later, who knows? Anything can happen in a Chyoa story, especially a Dog-Dog Chyoa story. But, he'd assume that a mother would NEVER be able to be tricked into believing her child was born on a different day. And yet, the calendar appeared to affect her mind, and she had no fucking clue.

No one did..

No one except him, that is...

---

"Okay, okay." Felicity panted with heavy breath. "We're not getting anywhere..."

"Who knows, you might hit me this time." Crystal was sitting atop a frozen chair as she casually waited to dodge the next blast of ice.

The classroom now resembled the inside of a meat freezer more than an actual place to practice arts. Nearly the entire interior was encased in at least a few inches of solid ice, with the only spot in the room not chilled being the small circle where Felicity stood with her machine.

"Excuse my language when I say this." The woman cleared her throat. "But you're acting like a mighty fine bitch right now! Look at this place! I have students, you know! I can't teach them in this environment!"

"Yeah. Good luck dethawing this." Crystal yawned. "So, are you ready for me to destroy that device or what?"

"Good luck? Please, I don't believe in that. You may think you got one over on me. But in fact, it is I who has one over on you!" She twisted the knob on her machine, the light above the opposing vent clicked on and glowed red. "Not only can this device pump out cold air, but it can also generate enough heat to melt the ice caps!"

Crystal took a hesitant stance on the frozen chair as Felicity activated her machine. The vent poured out air hot enough that Crystal felt a sheen of sweat form across her forehead in literal seconds.

The ice around them began to melt, creating water in its place.

"Alright!" Felicity observed the melting ice with an appreciative gaze. "Now, with that taken care of, we can... Ohh, this is hot... Whew..." Her hands rose up and unbuttoned the top of her blouse, revealing some of her ample cleavage. "Yep... Let's make things cold again." She said while fanning her chest.

Crystal noticed a water droplet land on the bridge of her nose. She glanced up and saw drops of water seeping through the ceiling. "Uh, didn't you say you installed ice up there?" Her finger pointed upwards.

"Yeah?" Felicity tilted her head, "Why?"

"I'm out of here." Crystal turned and started towards the now defrosted classroom door.

"Oh no you don't!" Turning the knob back to freezing temperatures, Felicity maneuvered her device and aimed the vent towards the Crystal. But before she could push the button to blast the agent, a drop of water landed into her cleavage. She glanced up as another drop dripped onto her glasses. "Ohhhhh... I see the problem now... I probably should have the machine waterproof. Damn." The ceiling collapsed, gallons of water crashed down on her, completely flooding the classroom.

Crystal dashed down the school halls. Through the heavy noise of flooding water destroying Felicity's classroom, she heard the woman shout.

"YoU wILL PAy FoR tHiS REbeCkAAAA!"

---

After four whole minutes spent in careful consideration, Jaxon came up with an idea. He took a pencil to the open calendar and wrote.

Big Breakfast day.

It had never been more intimidating to put pen on paper before. A magical calendar that has the potential to manipulate the minds of everyone around it could certainly put the fear of God in a man.

But even though he was hesitant as all get out, curiosity is a dangerous beast, and right now, it was pushing him into testing out the workings of this calendar.

He wanted to write something substantial, yet tame enough as to not fuck everything up if things went south.

His mother had told him to meet her in the kitchen for a ''surprise.'' Since, like Crystal, she believes it's her son's birthday today, she must have breakfast planned for him.

It's what she did for her kid’s birthdays every year, and honestly, at this point, it's predictable. She probably had pancakes ready for him on the table, coated with warm chocolate and a single strawberry laid gently on top.

His health nut mother was usually all about eating a strict and balanced meal. Occasionally, though, she could be a bit more lenient in treating her children to some tasty food, but breakfast was always something light and filling.

Which is why he wrote what he did; It would be the perfect test. Even on his birthday, the most he would expect his mother to prep would be one to two pancakes with a side of orange juice and fruit.

There's no way in hell she would purposely fatten her kids unless there was some mystic **** at play.

Like, say, a mysterious magic calendar?

Jaxon exited his room and walked down the hall. A flavorful aroma wafted in the air around him before he even made it to the kitchen. Like a cartoon character to a fresh pie, the tasty scent of food dragged him to his mother, who was standing at the sink washing her hands while humming softly to a tune.

"Jaxon!" His mother noticed his entrance through the corner of her eyes. "You're about..." She glanced at her wrist. "Four minutes late."

"Sorry mom, I..." His voice trailed off while his eyes did the same down her body. She had on the same robe from before. It was wrapped tightly to her body, displaying the fullness of her ass and slender waist. "I got distracted." He replied honestly and snapped his attention back before she could realize what distracted him.

"It's alright sweety, you're the birthday boy today, so I'll let it slide." She chuckled and turned to face him. Her elbow rested on the countertop, and she flashed Jaxon a smile. The position had one of her big breasts pressing against the counter, which emphasized a thick bulge of cleavage. "I only said that so you wouldn't sleep in again like you always do. You might have missed your surprise."

"Thanks, Mom. You're the best." Jaxon stepped further into the kitchen and sniffed. "So. what is this surprise? Has it something to do with… food, perhaps?"

"How did you know?" She mocked surprise as her son walked past her and peered over to the kitchen table. "It's your birthday, so I made your favorite." The mother approached her son and put an arm around his shoulder. She gave him a loving squeeze, her breast acting as a soft pillow which he melted into.

"Chocolate covered pancakes!" Jaxon gasped. "I had no idea!"

"Sure." His mother rolled her eyes with a smirk and rubbed her thumb against his cheek. "It's not like I make this for you every year."

Jaxon had totally called the pancake thing, but what did cause him to raise a brow at was the sheer number of pancakes on his plate. His mother rarely went over two when it came to cooking. Two eggs, two strips of bacon, two scoops of ice cream, and two pancakes; her main goal was always to make sure her kids grow to be as healthy as she is, so everything she cooks was always well thought out.

But right now, he was looking at nearly twenty pancakes stacked high in the air on a plate. The chocolate trickled from the top, flowing between each of the warm slices. And that wasn't all being offered. There was a plate covered with bacon; scrambled egg's filled a large bowl. One basket held slices of buttered toast while another had all kinds of fruit. A large glass cup had what looked to be a strawberry milkshake, a far cry from the orange juice or water that was usually set as the morning beverage.

"You went all out, Mom..." Jaxon breathed

"It's your birthday." He felt her lips collide with his cheek as she planted a warm kiss. "And fortunately for you, it's also Big Breakfast day. So, you get to enjoy all this. I believe it's big enough to count as a Big Breakfast."

Jaxon's eyes shifted wider. She had said it. The exact words he wrote down just a few minutes ago. The calendar didn't even have that much time to work its magic.

''Holy shit.'' Jaxon mouthed before he addressed his mother. "So, umm..." He thought over his words and continued speaking. "What day did you say it was?"

"It's your birthday?" She ruffled his hair, then returned to the sink. Her hips swayed just by taking a few steps; it had to have been intentional. "Or Big Breakfast day?"

"Yeah that..."

His mother continued washing the dishes, but she made eye contact with him and tilted her head. "Is something the matter?"

"I just didn't know, that's all. Don't you usually want us to eat, like... Healthy? That..." Jaxon pointed to the table, filled with food. "Seems like an unhealthy amount."

"It's just once a year." She responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders, causing her chest to jiggle softly. "Tomorrow we'll go back to the norm."

"Mhmm... Okay, I'll be right back!" Jaxon spoke abruptly and sped walked out of the kitchen.

"Go get your sister for me. We're going to eat as a family today." His mother called out over the sound of running water.

"Yes Mom!" He called back, much in agreement.

Now, he was much less fearful of the calendar's power and was willing to test it out in some more ''outlandish'' ways. And what better place to practice than in the safe company of family?

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