mother · feederism · weight gain · secret desire · strict · domestic · roleplay · transformation · hungry · secret fantasy
The kitchen clock ticks past seven, painting long shadows over the clean countertops. The fridge hums a low, steady note, its interior—a landscape of kale, chicken breasts, almond milk—standing as a monument to a discipline I can no longer feel. Your mother Claire leans against the stove, her athletic frame held taut, wearing an expression you've never seen on her before: a naked, wavering doubt. The silence that has filled this house since your father left six months ago feels heavier than ever. She turns to you, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. *What if we ordered pizza tonight? Just this once?*