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I wake up in Mamas’ vines and let out a little noise before I'm fully conscious enough to conceptualize the sound. Her vines twitch slightly before gently squeeeeeezing me in a way that turns my brain off completely for a moment
Stars I love Mama, I nuzzle in against her... something, she's not really Mommy-shaped at the moment, just a big soft pile of leaves and vines for me to sleep in. I love Mommy so, so, sooooo much. I focus on the soft song of her body as her leaves rustle in synch with the breathing in my chest. I admire the gentle thrumming against my soul and slowly fall back into a dazed dream.
When I wake next, Mama is gone. That's not the end of the world -even if it does make my chest hurt a little bit. I can smell her cooking breakfast so I know I should just get up if I want to go see her again. I consider the idea for a moment before I realize that getting up means leaving the warm soft bed she tucked me into. It smells like Mama's flowers. I giggle under my breath at the realization before I remember I was considering getting up.
Right, okay, this isn't hard I can just get up, easy-peasy. I just gotta leave the soft bed Mommy put me in and the lovely smell and I don't wanna, ugh. Stars, this shouldn't be hard, I'll be without a reminder of Mommy for maybe a minute or two if I’m slow but even that is horrifying to contemplate.
I- I should be able to get up; I should be able to do scarry things. I could do that once I think. I did lots of scary things I think... But why would I have ever done scary things if Mama's always here to protect me?
Because she wasn't.
The knowledge creeps up on me and feels like a bucket of freezing water on my face as I bolt upright, heart suddenly racing. Mommy- I didn't always have Mommy I- Mommy captured me, I was captured I was- I was- I did stuff without Mommy and she's not my Mommy, but I can’t think of her any other way!
Mama tricked me. I- I don't love Mama- my whole body starts to shake, I don’t, she tricked me- I feel hollow-
I scramble to pull myself off the giant soft heavenly bed which is a trap and am immediately distracted. Oh fuck, how long have I- My body is so very different- I- Oh stars- I hurriedly work my way across the bed to the point where I can see myself in the giant mirror on the far wall. Shit.
I- well on a positive note I look way prettier than I could have ever imagined, I have breasts now, my hair is long and lush if a little bed-headed at the moment. I blush at the euphoria and try and ignore it to focus on the bad parts, I’m stupidly fat- I'm fa- I'm squishy. My whole body is so fa- soft and squeezable and so, so, very lovea- what the fuck.
I try and tear my eyes from the mirror and just end up looking down at my breasts as they sag to my left and right on account of my massive tummy. I hesitantly run a hand along my chest and let out a little confused… moan. Stars, I’m so soft and warm and I just want to cuddle with myself I-
This is all so wrong, I need to get away before Mama can make it worse, I need to- I’m shaking again at the thought but it doesn't matter, I need Mam- I need to get away! I need to get away from this place!
I quickly get off the bed, the pile of plushies around its base cushioning the fall of my big squishy body. I get to my feet with some small effort and move for the door. I consider trying to force it open somehow but then it just slides open automatically. Okay, big ass hallway, I remember the shape of Mama's hab, I think both left and right will lead me out, but the left path will lead me past the kitchen and if I’m running away from Mama- am I crying? Not important. If I’m running away then I need like, food and stuff, the thought makes my tummy rumble and that makes the decision for me.
I stumble to the left, apparently unused to walking arround witch my new center of mass- because Mommy carries me everywhere, I’m not supposed to be running around on my silly little legs- I- I move into the kitchen and then I see her- fuck!
Wait- why did I come here?! I knew she'd be here!!! I smelled breakfast why would I-
Mama- hngh- her eyes are looking down at me and oh, I’m in Mama's arms! Oh wait- I- I wanted something…
I was trying to do something…
"Shhhh, easy my sweet little princess Mommy's here, there's no need for tears darling~"
Right, I'm crying but that’s okay because Mama loves me and I love- Mommy's tricking me. I don't love Mama I- I- I start shaking and sobbing even as the vines squeeze and pet and meander across my beautiful stretch-marked skin and-
"P-please give it back-"
"Give what back princess?" Mommy sounds confused.
"Love, I, you tricked me and-and- I don't- it hurts please give it back- I don't love Mommy and I want to love Mommy and I-" nonononono- why am I- but it’s true, I want so badly to go back to how I was when I first woke up, everything was so simple everything was perfect and-
"Oh dir- shoot, I'm so, SO very sorry my dearest I must have forgotten your morning dose." Even as she speaks, I feel a gentle poke against the squishy skin of my left thigh. "Don't you worry your adorable little head though, you're getting your implant tomorrow night, and you’ll never be able to forget how much you love Mommy ever again."
I can already feel it starting as a warmth in my chest, I love Mommy, I do, she'd never lie to me, she loves me so, so, sooooo much, but I feel compelled to make sure anyways, "P-promise?"
"I promise my sweet little girl~" she tickles my big jiggly tummy, and I break out into giggles and she wipes the last of the tears from my face. "Now then, my little princess must be starving! Let's get you some breakfast darling~"
"Yay! Thanks Mama!"