A Wish Fulfilled, A Mothers Pleasure (BE, Lactation, Growth, Dick Growth, FutanariTF)

Story by TurboEye

A Tuesday, once again I was cooped up inside my room, shutters closed and room dark. The entire space was a mess, not that I was someone who would live like this, but I saw no real point in putting in the effort to clean it up.

One day you're an honor student flying up the rungs of the ladder and next you're a loser who does nothing all day but lie around and surf the Internet. The reason for the change? Well it was a girl...it always seems to be with cases like mine.

I guess to sum it up it would go something like this.

After hitting it off with a great girl who attended another school, we'd been dating for 2 years when suddenly she said she wanted to break up, I took it with pride as best I could, I mean I'd considered something like this long before the relationship even started and wasn't very surprised, things like this happen.

But what I couldn't have seen was her two-face attitude and that she was a completely underlying psycho-crazy girl who got off on other people's suffering, no matter how deep she needed to go to achieve that. After a month of being apart, she began spreading rumors, that I was a pervert and my good attitude and grades were just a front to cover up my disgusting fantasies...and well everyone who supported me believed it to be untrue, the sheer weight of the rumors caused them to turn their backs on me, not willing to put themselves at risk by defending me.

Her lies were so well believed due to our long relationship, how she was so outward with it all while I decided to keep it between us and close family. She was always posting pictures and videos about every little damn thing we did, ate or went. And of course after her plan was set into motion, a large file of pictures were sent to practically everyone she and I knew...even myself.

It was a folder filled with videos of a sexual nature, all of them depraved fetishes like girls with dicks, girls growing bigger and the likes. I attributed my development of enjoying such fetishes to her lies. I think it was comforting to at least believe and enjoy the things she told people about me.

All of my few loyal friends stopped talking to me after that incident, and I lost all will to even attend school anymore...seemingly content to not think about the future and live in this pathetic present I had created for myself, I knew I could've done different...but that would've entailed effort, something I had in short supply after the emotional rollercoaster she set me through.

My personality had taken a deep dive into the unhealthy and cruel as my girlfriend continued to taunt me to this day about what she did, sending me reminders and photos of her now hanging out and screwing some of my ex-friends, even sending me videos of her "sessions" with them, though even I didn't watch those after she had somehow unintentionally cultivated my enjoyment of the fetishes she painted me with.

And so I sat here, staring into my bright monitor as I jerked off to a video of a futanari screwing her once beloved boyfriend.

Until a knock at my door erupted and I closed it off and zipped up my pants as I unlocked it to see my mom.

"Thank you honey, I'm just here to get your laundry." She said in a sweet tone, I think she knew my situation, though even she didn't know what to do with me. I questioned why I still hid my masturbation from her, it made her facade all that more painful as she treated me so well and with so much understanding and yet turning a blind eye to my misdeeds all in the sake of love.

Her name was Mary Fenma, though she still insisted that I call her mom or if not, Mary Dean. She still wanted me to call her with Dads last name after all these years, maybe as a way to remember him, I theorized. Heck maybe it even gave her hope and strength to deal with me.

She bent over and scooped up my pile of laundry as she piled it into a basket she held underneath her arm. Her clean-kept brown hair ponytail swishing around her pleasant face as she passed by me and walked out of my room.

For as long as I knew her, she had always been on the short side, now at my age the top of her head only reached my shoulders as she always had to crane upward when talking to me. Apparently she never developed any breasts so she was incapable of breast-feeding when I was a baby and it definitely showed, her body was flat and had nothing tat would catch a

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