Eddie could hear his mother riding Buck in the next room even with his earbuds in. Or maybe it was Ray or Steve. They all kind of ran together. Either way they were unfeeling brutes who didn’t know how to treat mother properly.
The rhythmic knocking of the headboard against the thin wall was broken up by the animalistic grunts of mom along with the wet slapping of flesh, presumably her tits against her belly.
Eddie had come to terms with the fact his mother was a huge slut. In fact he was way beyond that. Talking and reasoning with her proved fruitless. Now Eddie was ready with a solution as soon as she finished up with Nick...or Rob.
Mother hadn’t wasted any time once dad had left her with his assistant for Phoenix. Of course everyone knew well before he left that his long days were less about work and more about working over the cute redhead that sat at the front desk.
Mom had packed on 40 pounds sitting at home nervously eating as she waited for her man to come home to her. Eddie partially blamed himself for her weight. He would try to console mother with her favorite treats as he massaged her tense shoulders. Her clothes got noticeably tight as Eddie enabled her habit, but she looked cute chubby and it was better than her leaving.
When dad finally bailed mom was quick to move on.
It wasn’t hard to find interested men. Even overweight mom was a looker. Silky golden locks, big hazel eyes and very kissable lips even without lipstick. Even as her face filled out she looked like a pudgy version of the chick that played Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Her tits grew as she overate into heavy, pendulous hangers and her thighs gained a thick juicy quality. Sure she grew a noticeable set of love handles but she more than fit the term MILF. A MILF that attracted plenty of men who were interested in little more than getting into mother’s tight pants.
Eddie was disappointed at first but let things happen. The many seedy visitors and sounds from mother’s room at all hours of the day and night were annoying for sure but Eddie hoped it was a phase. When this phase continued on it started to have consequences. Hanging out at the bars drinking with her dates and eating fast food caused mother to gain even more weight. Those juicy thighs started squishing together below her camel toe. Her love handles billowed up above her belt line much larger than mere handles. Mother’s tits grew fuller, fatter and heavier.
Meanwhile It wasn’t just mother affected by her new lifestyle. Sister started to change as well. The formerly fit cheerleader couldn't help but soften as the only food in the house tended to be rich junk. It only took one off season for sister to pack on more than 20 pounds on her ass and belly. Unlike mother sister didn’t carry her weight as attractively. Or at least Eddie didn’t think so. He teased her relentlessly and called her piggy as her muffin top blossomed and ass widened.
Sister’s grades plummeted and her monogamous relationship with the all state quarterback ended as she cheated with the entire offensive line during a post game party.
It was then Eddie knew something had to be done. No matter how drastic it seemed. And coincidently he found someone who had the means to help him.
So with everything in place Eddie waited for Buck or whoever to finish up and then dash out to his pick-up and peel out of the driveway.
Mother waddled out of the bedroom shortly after in a tight sleep shirt that rode up over her big ass, letting the dimpled cheeks wobble freely as she plodded to the kitchen. She licked her plump lips instinctively as the smell of leftover pizza greeted her at the kitchen. She leaned heavily against the fridge door as her pendulous melons stretched her shirt as she leaned in for the greasy pizza.
Eddie was ready when mother plopped her big ass down on two cushions on the couch.
“Here’s a drink, mother,” he said, setting down a solo cup of whiskey, ice and...whatever that stuff had been in the vile.
Mother grunted and tossed back the drink before tearing into the cold pizza.
Eddie waited patiently.
He didn’t wait long. Mother’s big eyes glazed over. She looked confused and startled. Through her shirt her nipples popped into ripe cherries. Her hands dropped her pizza and clutched at her chest.
“Relax, mom. It won’t hurt.”
“W-w-what?” Her face contorted as if it were a struggle to talk.
“Just let it happen, mom. You can’t fight it. And we both know you couldn’t go on like you were. This will be for the best. I’ll take good care of you. I won’t let anyone treat you like you let all those guys treat you.”
Tears welled in her scared eyes as she looked down at her chest. Her breasts were swelling, threatening to split her shirt.
“That warmth is them filling up, mom. Your breasts now have a purpose other than flopping around as you ride every man at the dive bar. You’re becoming a big beautiful cow.”
Mother looked like she was trying to speak, but the serum was working fast. Her IQ was shrinking as her chest swelled.
“All your worries and responsibility will go away. And your milk will be more than enough to sustain us. We already have buyers lined up. Now let’s get you out of that tight shirt.”
Eddie tugged the fabric over her head and let the bloated udders flop onto her gut. His hand went to the engorged teat and gently tugged until a white droplet formed.
Mother’s expression changed from confusion to pained.
“You’re filling up fast. I’ll have to get a bottle. See. You’re such a good cow already. A natural. You finish eating and then we’ll get you milked.”
Eddie hurried to the garage where the sanitized bottles that had delivered with the serum were waiting.
Mother’s cheeks were crammed with pizza when he got back. He chuckled and let her finish. He had been warned about weight gain and increased appetite being a side effect. Eddie was hoping for it. The bigger and lazier she got the more mother would need him. They could spend time together to make up for her months of whoring.
Eddie’s hands went to his mother’s udders but he didn’t milk just yet. The skin was taut and pink, with veins popping just beneath the surface. She had already gone up at least a full cup size. Eddie dragged his fingertips gently over her wide, puffy areole. Milk dribbled from her teat as the ducts slowly opened. Mother moaned. A new mouthful of pizza oozed out the corners of her mouth. Her eyes stared down at her sore swollen chest like a toddler looking at a chalk board full of calculus equations. Her IQ had dropped so low she couldn’t figure out how to relieve the pressure in her aching breasts.
Eddie chuckled and brought more pizza up to her gaping mouth.
“Eat up and I’ll get you milked. We have to get you big and full so you can produce lots of milk for us.”
Mother looked lost. As if understanding her son was out of her reach.
Eddie fed her the rest of the pizza and a box of the sandwich cookies she liked. When she finished Eddie helped her off the couch and onto the floor. He used her thick love handles to guide her onto her hands and knees. He gave her a little slap just to watch her flesh ripple.
Mother looked so good with the extra weight.
She grunted. Eddie rubbed her back to calm her. She looked like a big dumb animal. Her pale ass looked huge in this position. Her belly pressed against her flabby thighs. Her thick arms obscure her dangling udders.
“Gosh you got big. You have be over 200 for sure.”
Mother whined. She needed release.
Eddie kneaded a hanging udder. It didn’t take much. Warm milk streamed into the bottle.
“Good girl. I’ll get you some more cookies after we get you emptied.”
Mother sighed appreciatively and swished her big ass.
The milking was easy. Eddie pinched a nipple with one hand and applied pressure at the base of her udder with the other. He’d alternate every couple pumps when the streams turned to trickles.
Mother arched her back as her skin got damp with sweat. Her eyes rolled back into her head.
Eddie rubbed her back.
“Easy, girl. We’re almost there.”
Two bottles were filled and while the udders seemed less dense there was still fresh milk.
It dawned on Eddie that drool was dripping from his lip. There was something about seeing mother’s fat breasts spraying thick cream that brought back memories. It was too much to resist. Eddie lowered his head and latched in to a thick dark nipple.
Mother shivered and groaned very appreciatively. The milk flowed like a steady stream into Eddie’s eager mouth.
Mother’s big ass wiggled more intensely. Eddie gave it a smack as he finished up and helped her back onto the couch. He grabbed her more cookies and admired how her depleted udders draped over her now very full, round belly. Her big eyes stared out vacantly at nothing. She looked so soft and helpless. Like she would sit there all night with Eddie if he wanted.
Mother whined as she ate herself past full. Eddie pulled the bag of mostly crumbs from her and rubbed her distended belly until her empty eyes closed. His hands moved to her sagging milk tanks. He kneaded them, feeling their warmth as they were already starting to fill up. Eddie got some baby oil and rubbed. She’d swell even more in the next couple days. Her udders would produce a lot of milk if he kept them healthy. A good coat of baby oil should help ease the stretching.
The phone ringing knocked Eddie out of his spell.
“Hello...yeah. It’s done...pretty much just like you said. She’s a big gorgeous cow...don’t be mean dad. You were the one who left her...yeah. No I remember. That was part of the agreement. You and Melonie can move back in tomorrow...I’ll get mom’s stuff out of the bedroom and move her to the basement with me. Because that was also part of the agreement...No, sister doesn’t know yet. She won’t care. She spends of her time out with the boys anyway...oh and when you come bring your mini fridge. We’re going to need extra storage for all this milk.”
Eddie woke in the warm bosom of mother. Her big, soft body engulfing him. He could feel her udders throbbing, aching to be milked they were so full. He grabbed handfuls of belly fat and pulled himself closer, instinctively latching on to an engorged teat and suckling away on the udders that dwarfed the king sized pillows strewn about the bed.
Mother mooed softly in her sleep. Eddie couldn’t see past her bosom to her face but she usually had a smile.
The milk was warm and rich and thick. It was slightly sweet. Likely from mother’s diet of cake. Eddie had been spoiling her despite father’s insistence that mother needed to lose weight.
Between Eddie’s overfeeding and the fact the she seldom left his bed much less the basement mom had gotten massively fat. 328 to be exact even though he told dad 270.
Eddie suckled harder and burrowed deeper into mother’s flab. She was so warm and soft. She smelled sweet, like frosting. It was hard to pry himself away and get the bottles. So he didn’t. He suckled both swollen teats dry until his belly ached. There was no worry. Even missing a milking mother would still produce enough to meet demand. She be whining for another milking before lunch.
Mother started to moan and shift her bloated form. Now that she had been milked she was hungry.
Eddie grabbed two packages of pound cake from a case on the floor and set the within mother’s reach. They would hold her until her could get a proper breakfast for her.
Eddie grabbed a shirt and tugged it over his burgeoning frame. Suckling so much from mother had caused Eddie to fill out quite a bit. His face had gotten remarkably round and fat. His ass wide and solid. Far too wide for any of his pants. He spent most of his time in his underwear anyway.
Eddie’s belly was a massive round paunch that sloshed with all the milk he sucked down. Eddie was even getting tits of his own. At least a handful of man boob with pink puffy nipples.
Eddie was big and out of shape enough to be winded as he got to the top of the stairs and open the door to the kitchen. There sister was already downing donuts. The big slut took up almost half the kitchen. But her massive belly wasn’t just fat. It was carrying twins. Her robe couldn’t contain it as it jutted out in front of her. Sister was wide too, with an ass almost as big as mom although she carried more in her saddlebags so she looked shorter and stouter.
Sister laughed when she saw Eddie.
“Did momma’s boy get his morning chores done?” She cackled.
“What are you babbling on about pig?”
Sister reached out and wiped a drizzle of milk from Eddie’s chins.
“Drinking up all the profits again. Dad’s going to be pissed fat boy.”
She slapped his gut and laughed at the sloshing sound it made.
“Only reason he’s worried about profits is because he knows how much those kids that are going to drop out of your fat ass will cost. And it’s not like you can help out with those pathetic udders.”
Eddie pulled open her robe to expose her chubby C cups sitting atop her belly.
“You’re lucky you’re preggers or he’d make you a cow too. So you could pull your own blubbery weight.”
Sister gasped at the thought and then gave her brother’s own boobs a poke.
“Who’s to say he’s not already turning you into one. You’re certainly developing a nice set of udders there.”
The two continued to poke and tease until father came in.
“Would you two fat fucks stop fighting. I wouldn’t waste my time turning you into cows. I should get you blobs onto a treadmill before you’re too fat to help out.”
“Yes, dad,” both answered in unison.
“Now one of you go milk your step-mother before she starts whining and the other get out to the garage and box up orders before we get behind.”
“Yes, dad,” both answered in unison.
Father watched as sister stuffed a donut in her mouth and struggled to close her robe over her planet of a belly before waddling over to the door and squeezing her saddle bags out to the garage. Father wasn’t surprised at her weight gain since she got knocked up. She had replaced her sex addiction with food once her baby daddy stopped wanting anything to do with her and other guys lost interest once she started to show. She’d likely get bigger before those twins drop.
Then he watched Eddie, who was still winded from coming up the stairs, shuffle out to the living room, his soft and almost disturbingly feminine body jiggling with each step. The poor hippo was going to need a bra soon. Served him right for sucking down as much of mother’s rich milk as he did. That boy would get absolutely huge.
Father had been well aware of his son’s attachment to mother. Mother hadn’t helped things any by running around naked when he was little. And her frank, detailed discussions of sex once she felt he needed to know only compounded his feelings.
While the two siblings seemed like very poor business partners father wouldn’t have any others working with him. His son would do whatever he was told as long as he had mother. And he had become a proficient milker. He could empty an udder dry in a flash. It certainly made up for him guzzling some of the goods. Not that father had much of a choice. Once he went bankrupt in Phoenix he had been lucky Eddie called him desperate for a solution to mother’s whoring. Poor pansy of a son was in tears because mom wasn’t spending enough with him. Father had been about to slip the serum to the ditz of a red headed beanpole he ran off with but remembered his wife’s amazing rack and what perfect udders it could transform into. The timing couldn’t have been better.
His daughter had been a plan for growth but not as another cow. With her love of sex and good looks she’d have been easy to pimp out and supplement the income the income from the milk. But that was before father realized how much people would pay for quality breast milk. Plus her pregnancy and the increased demand for milk had put that idea on hold for the time being. Once she delivered he could always diet her down until she was sexy enough to attract attention from horny men with disposable incomes. Also, once father decided to turn the red head into a cow it made sense to keep sister around for her labor.
Father peeked into the living room where Eddie had positioned the voluptuous redhead with the massive udders, on her knees in prime milking position.
He hadn’t planned on turning his mistress once he had his ex producing for him. But living with the cows had caused her to thicken enough that father didn’t find her attractive anymore. He preferred his women pencil thin. He felt bad at first. Partly because it was so easy. One minute she was nagging him to take her out. The next she was drooling and bursting from her bra.
Once father moved on he made sure his new girlfriend, the yoga instructor with the long legs never came around the house.
It ended up being for the best. Unlike his ex father made sure his red headed cow maintained a reasonable weight. Plenty plump but far from fat. Her udders grew larger as the milkings continued. Soon she was producing a top quality milk that father sold at a premium while looking like a bloated Jessica Rabbit.
The red head shivered and mooed as Eddie emptied her left udder. Fat boy was nothing if not quick. The cow tossed her head back as sweat formed on her brow. Eddie started on her right.
Father walked back into the kitchen to pour himself a drink. Soon enough he’d half to plan for growth as demand would eventually outpace what his two prime cows could produce. But for the time being he could sit back and relax while his overstuffed offspring milked his ex and his former mistress