Chapter 6 : Man to Monster

You were awoken to the sounds of pots and pans clanging downstairs , the radiant yellow rays of first light, gently illuminating your darkened room, as you rubbed your eyes tenderly, before stretching. You sat upright in your bed , groggily you took scathing glances across your still shadowy room , before vividly recounting yesterday's horrendous events.

" Mom ...." You whispered to yourself , your voice bereft with sadness.

Recalling what had happened to your mother , you felt the faint feeling of the same burning rage you experienced that day begin to bubble inside you. On that same vein, you raised both your hands to your face and made note of how swollen your knuckles were , reminding you that those events did indeed transpire. You had hoped they were nothing more than a bad dream , a deluded nightmare , however life wasn't that kind. Thinking about it now , you realized you had collapsed at the end of that day and hadn't even checked on your mom's condition following her bath. In fact you hadn't gotten a change of clothes , nor a bath , as evidenced by the dried specks of blood and the high smell that permeated your room.

" Shit .... I can't go down and let mom see me like this ." You muttered once again , fearful of your her reprise.

With this thought in mind you decided it would be best to shower and grab a change of clothes before heading downstairs to see what the commotion was about. Making your way downstairs and to the kitchen , you found your mother preparing lunch for both you and her before she had to depart for work , looking as prim, proper and pristine as ever , almost as if yesterday's events hadn't even occurred . Her silky , raven black hair , like before was done up into a tight bun , her sharp , dark, chocolate brown eyes touched up lightly by black mascara and her thick , full, pouty lips highlighted by blood red lipstick that contrasted her smooth , spotless white skin. Her attire , compared to yesterday's was far more conservative. Though you had to admit that any ensemble she wore after yesterday would be far more prudent , yet, it was your mother after after all , even the humblest of clothing wouldn't stop her most lubricously tantalizing and largest features from proudly jutting out against the fabric for every lustful onlookers perverse satisfaction. She wore a tight white turtle neck that clung delicately to her slender neck , adorned in an intricate golden chain, and wrapped greedily against the shape of her enlarged breasts , highlighting each globes' , round , plump, full, watermelon shaped goodness in their entirety, proudly spewing forth and drooping slightly, causing to fabric to groan almost under the stress. This had also resulted in the rest of the stretched fabric highlighting her trim waist and taut flat stomach as well. Thrown over her buckling turtle neck , was black blazer, which for better or worse she had chosen to leave unbuttoned. Beneath this, her lower half was clad in a black bell foot business pants, that much like the skirt she wore yesterday , distorted against the flare of her wide, thick , baby making hips and the unquantifiable volumes of her large , round , bubbly , jutting ass fat, each cheeks' erotic shape, like before , lewdly outlined by the tight grip of the hungry textile , accentuating just how much junk your mother had in her trunk. Unbeknownst to her, the sheer volume of heat she was packing had caused the first of two buttons of her pants to come undone , granting a small window that revealed the beginning tips of her raunchy laced black panties and the small amount of tender white flesh above below her navel and above her woman hood.

You blushed lightly at the sight , foregoing informing your mother, for fear of reprimand early in the morning , but also because you considered yesterday's unfortunate situation as well. You told yourself she would probably recognize the wardrobe malfunction sooner or later.

" Good Morning Mom ." You chirped flashing a pleasant smile towards her.

" Good morning Jason " Your mother replied in turn, her eyes fixed on whatever she was doing on the countertop that separated you , with the same usual icy demeanor.

On any other day you'd have simply ignored it and moved on , a usual occurrence, but today it elated you. Seeing your mother acts so casually , considering what transpired , was a relief to your anxious heart. To you it meant, for the most part at least , that she had recovered and is back to her old self. The rest of the morning was the standard affair , you cooked up some grub for your breakfast while your mother responded to wave after waves of business calls , as she put the last finishing touches on lunch and headed out the door for work , her humongous tits and fat ass wobbling and jiggling enticingly as she did so . You could even hear a dogged whistle from your perverted neighbor Mr. Chang , followed by an abrupt reprimand from your mother, before she got in her car and sped off. This was a regular occurrence as well , your mother would leave for her car followed by a lustful or inappropriate remark from Mr. Chang, which she would then follow by admonishing him , much like she would you, before speeding off. He was an old Asian guy in his seventies , and like many other men he enjoyed ogling your moms more than plump rear or fat melons. Often times he'd find himself at your door asking you for help with simple tasks , but you knew he was there to eat up your mother's obscene form with his eyes. In fact on several occasions you caught him trying to steal pictures of your mom's thick swaying hips or her gigantic plush backside as she bent over to do something or walked to her car , most of them intercepted by you, of course. On most days you would have been slightly creeped out by his behavior , but today you were just happy for the normalcy it brought.

Following your mom's departure from the house , the rest of your morning consisted of you leisurely lounging about. Occupying your time with a plethora of tasks : playing videogames , watching some of your favorite shows , and making summer plans with your friends. However, it wasn't too long before your taskmaster mother's voice echoed in your head, telling you to use your free time constructively, causing you to sweep up your laptop and begin reading about Rockford University and its Chemical Engineering degree. Soon you found yourself on the couch of your living room lightly perusing the internet for something that captured your attention, your stomach lightly grumbling as the afternoon approached.

" BANG ! BANG ! BANG !" A loud and aggressive knock thundered from your front door , disturbing your idyllic morning and putting you slightly on edge.

" Who the hell could that be ? Mr. Chang ?" You questioned from under your breath , placing your laptop on the coffee table before you , and getting up to check on the door.

Opening it you saw a sight that nearly sent you into a foaming rage. There he stood he's near obese, rotund shape blotching the sun , as he towered nearly half a foot over you , noticeably taller than when you saw him yesterday , his thick hairy arms akimbo on his hips, as a light breeze assailed your face with his pungent aroma. It was him , the same fat old bastard that had defiled your mother's beautiful face and forced her to guzzle his thick curdy cum. Aside from his shocking arrival at your doorstep ,was how noticeably different he looked compared to yesterday. Most of his chubby, flabby features remained largely unchanged , but what struck you as different was how he stood a full six inches taller than you , where he was only to your neck in height yesterday. Even more surprising and perhaps far more grotesque however , was the fact that he stood unclothed from the waist down before you , hanging pendulously between his legs something you couldn't even begin describe. Far too large for a cock, more like a giant slab of meat, its gigantic swollen head gentle lapped side to side from each thigh with the wind , emanating an even fouler stench of old urine and fish . You crinkled your nose in disgust as you met his face, with your eyes, it was cracked in a creepy grin.

" Is mommy home , son ?" He asked lecherously , licking his lips in almost crude anticipation.

" JUST WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING HE............. Guhuuuuuuuuuuuuu !" Were the only words you could cry out , before you felt all the wind swept out of your chest by a powerful jab to the stomach.

You fell to the ground , groaning in pain , releasing the contents of your mostly empty stomach before your vision began to blur. You creaked up at the old lecher , and could see his expression had changed from smug glee to malicious content as he raised his stout hoof and brought it down on your head with force, knocking you unconscious.

You woke up to the feeling of splitting pain and shock riveting all over your head , as you gingerly opened your eyes in fear , quickly realizing that they had been near swollen shut. Looking around you noticed you were back in your room , slouching upright in a wooden chair, your hands, legs and mouth bound and gagged as more of your senses returned, allowing you to come to this terrifying epiphany. You quickly recanted the events that transpired moments ago , but before you could even yell for help , your attempts were cut short the distinctly coarse voice of the twisted old creep turning your ear and his acrylic smell burning your nose.

" You know as much as I hate to admit it . I gotta thank you kid." He said sinisterly , his voice clearly indicating his amusement at the state your in and some hidden irony you fail to understand.

You could feel the floor creak and vibrate as he brought his portly frame from behind you and layed on your bed, arms crossed behind his head , staring at the ceiling. His heavy size causing the legs of the frame to creak and groan with every micro movement.

" I mean , if it weren't for you , I'd have never enjoyed this kind of power ." He stated slyly, gently gripping his massive schlong in between both his hands , flicking it up and down with noticeable heft.

You wanted to scream , cry out , puke , or perhaps all three at the same time, as you began to feel nauseous and faint, overcome by a crushing blackhole of despair and dread that had begun to form in your stomach. You struggled against your bindings , but to no avail, Richard seemingly unaware of your futile struggle began to speak again.

" I know what your thinking. Why me, what did I ever do to deserve this. Ha ! I mean I thought the same thing when my whore of a wife left me." He said turning to you, uncharacteristically sincerely at that as well.

" For so long I was forced to sit by and watch as the world had it's way with me. From the divorce , to prison , to being treated like shit by people like you on the streets. I wanted nothing more for the world that cast me aside to burn and for the people that wronged me to get their due ! But I was powerless to do so and let myself become content that it was simply my lot in life to suffer !" He relented , eyes still transfixed on you , cock still in hand , his voice slowly marching up in rage and volume.

" Not anymore , with this I have all the power in the world. " he chuckled to himself , gesturing to a strange black book embedded in his arm.

" I have the power to make the world that fucked me over burn, and for everyone whose ever wronged me to pay ." He continued , smirking to himself , before his eyes locked unto you once more.

" And unfortunately for you kid , those people start with you and that whore you call a mom. Hehehehe ! " He cackled , with a wide toothy grin , gazingsquarely into your marred visage.

" Ohhhhhh...... Let me tell you those fat , dick sucking lips were so soft and divine around my cock. They felt so tender and warm, and gave my fat rod a nice cushion as as she glugged down my sperm like the good whore she is." He lewdly recounted to himself in disgustingly vivid detail , you could see his member harden and begin to plump up in his hands as he did.

" Man how'd I'd love to go to town on those fat , full, juicy, melons she had hanging in front of her , ripe and ready to pop free from that fucking slutty blouse she was wearing right into my mouth." He continued , as he began to slowly stroke his rock hard schlong , which was now at full mast.

" What I wouldn't give to grab a hold a those fucking wide , thick cow hips and ram my cock into the deepest parts of her needy, wet, tight cunt . The pair down stairs should be just as plump and full and far more friendly to my dick than the one upstairs, that's for sure. Hehehe" He groaned again, louder this time as the stroking motion he focused so intently on became faster and faster.

" I........ughhh.... mean....ughhhh.... why else would she have such a thick , fat , round, ass , if it wasn't for me to use as a cushion as I jam my fucking big dick in and out of her hot , wet , wanting hole , before filling her up with load after load of my warm , thick, fucking baby batter.........aeughgha.........aueghnhhhh........aueghhhhhhh." He howled out like a dog in heat , before sending torrent after torrent of his hot spunk all over his legs and your fresh sheets , with some even landing at your feet.

"Huhuhuhuh...... Yeah I'd love to watch her get filled to the brim with my sperm and spew out a couple a my brats. Would knock the haughty bitch down a peg, for sure. Eheheh!" He snickered to himself before locking eyes with you.

" Heh... Well I shouldn't say I would loved to , with this book it's definitely going to happen." He motioned once more , looking directly into your soul.

After retailing in vivid detail what he would do to your mother , you renewed your struggle with even more vigor , a looming sense of dread stimulating every single fiber of your being. You could feel your heart pound away, as adrenaline coursed through your veins filling you with an even greater sense of urgency. You could feel your blood boil over with rage , as you fought against your leather restraints to no avail. To you this was a life or death situation , fear , panick and most importantly dread left a bottomless black pith in your stomach as you continued to fight. Your mother , the one woman, who despite her flaws, loved you unconditionally and wanted nothing better than for you to succeed and be happy , even at her expense. That woman was endanger of being debased by this fat piece of shit that invaded your house , who wanted nothing more than to have his way with her. You began to rattle in your chair , with each defiant attempt at bursting free from your restraints, chipping away at your resolve , until you realized just like at the park you were helpless to stop what was about to transpire before you. Tears began to well swollen eyes and drip down your face , as you registered the hopelessness and futility of the situation.

" Yessss! That's a good fucking appetizer before the main course. Just what I fucking wanted to see , you a sobbing mess just like I was after you fucked up my face." The man snarled, goading you in your incapacitated state , laughing almost at your tearful display .

" Heheheheheh ! As much as I'd love to watch you cry like a little bitch for a while , I'm a very impatient man. And this little boy down here is getting hungry as well." He jested , motioning to his rapidly hardening and twitching member.

" So what's say we see what the main course is up to . She should be arriving any minute after all." The man mused once more staring plaintively at the sky outside your window.

Evening had fallen already , and your mother like clockwork would be home soon , unaware of what twisted fate awaits her , you unable to do anything but hope and pray.

" Heh ... Let's see what's she's up to right now. " The man muttered under his breath , getting up from your bed and motioning the leather bound book right in front of you.