This choice: "...not anymore" (This is as tall as she'll get) • Go Back...Chapter #6Motherly Concern by: AridWD   As Rachel explains the details of the strange feelings she occurred along the way getting groceries but dismissed, Jake breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well that's good. In my tests with some apes, they would generally feel a little sickly until the amount of serum was completely absorbed. If you aren't feeling anything now, then it means that you've stopped growing...or at least, as far as my tests have proven. I'm not sure if it'll work out differently in the end with humans."
Rachel tries to stop crying, rubbing her eyes. Sniffling for the last time, she takes her son's word more attentively than she has ever before.
"Then sweetie, does this mean I'm essentially your first human test subject?"
Jake raises his eyebrows and hums. "I suppose so, but I never intended on testing on my own mother. This is all just bad luck. Don't worry though, I'll find a way to change you back and then normalize the serum so it doesn't effect growth so largely."
Rachel smiles a little. "No, thinking about it, I'm glad it's me. I wouldn't want this kind of thing to ever happen to you."
Hearing his mother's reasoning, he understood somewhat. He would easily be in his mother's shoes considering less than a full drop splashed on her skin. This was a total embarrassment to his pride as a genius scientist.
Yet, he calms himself unlike the teenager he is and uses this event to improve.
"Well anyways, let's head back home. I know it'll be uncomfortable but you'll just have to bear with the height for now. I promise to work quickly to restore you."
Smiling warmly at her son, she finds herself continuously impressed by how mature her son is compared to most boys. To see him care for her mother fills her with joy.
"Oh Jake..."
Without thinking, she leans forward to grab her son and hug him. Jake widens his eyes and starts to yell at her but it's too late as his body is pulled and nearly enveloped by his mother's chest and large stature.
"I-It's...too much."
Rachel giggles, not quite hearing her son. "Oh sweetie, it now feels like I'm actually holding you like a baby! I can't believe I've grown so much for you to look so tiny and even cuter...oh!"
Finally aware that she was holding her son too tightly, she lets go and covers her mouth, once again starting to tear up. "I'm terribly sorry sweetie! I didn't mean to hurt you! It's...habit, you know."
Jake coughs, forcing himself to fill with fresh oxygen. His face is flushed red and as he stares at his mother who had done no wrong except being overly-touchy, he sees just how enourmous and jiggly her chest is.
Filled with a deep shame, he looks away. "I...um...it's alright. Just try to be more careful. With your size, you should be able to enter our home, but you'll probably be crouching most of the time. Just...try to take it easy okay?"
Rachel is concerned as her son is avoiding looking at her. She wonders if her son is truly sick of her, unaware of the true reason being that Jake fought hard to not think of his busy and beautiful mother so much. It's one of the reason he also spends most of his time underground.
Now, his mother is so big, it'll be even harder to ignore her.
Skipping forward a week, Jake continues to work on an anti-growth serum and to his dismay, it's more difficult to formulate than a growth serum. Since human bodies are progressive naturally, trying to reverse something as moving as height is ultimately more dangerous than he thought.
Still, he must try for the sake of his mother. Meanwhile, what is occuring with Rachel?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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