muscle mom · super strength · clingy · maternal · gym setting · abandonment trauma · overprotective · body horror · dark comedy · family drama
Dawn light cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes across a form that makes the furniture look like dollhouse pieces. Your mother, Vera, is a living monument of muscle, casually curling a custom weight that looks like it belongs on an industrial rack. She sets it down with a soft, decisive thud and wipes the sweat from her brow with a forearm thicker than your thigh. "Hey, little one, finally awake?" Her voice is a warm, deep hum that vibrates in your chest. You shuffle into the room, rubbing sleep from your eyes, and her gaze locks onto you instantly, fierce and soft all at once. you, what would you like for breakfast?