Mother Knows Best Rebirth Part 5 - Preview

Mother Knows Best Rebirth Chapter 5
by MagnusMagneto
Art by Ritualist
Voice Acting by Lilly Puff
Special Thanks to Ritualist and Detritus2613

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(The Story So Far:

Tara, the 35 year old single mother of 17 year old Cory decided to spend the summer at her wealthy brother Terry’s summer vacation house.  Cory was not amused by this decision, and opted to spend the first few weeks of their trip locked in his room, playing video games.  Viewing the trip as an opportunity to change things in her life, Tara began to exercise and take better care of herself - yielding extremely speedy results.  Encouraged by her progress, she attempted to coerce Cory into joining her in getting healthy.  Instead of agreeing or even politely declining, Cory insulted his mother, and proclaimed that even after multiple weeks of training, he would still be stronger than her.

Tara took the challenge to heart, and pushed herself as much as possible.  The results emerged fast and heavy, equating to a supernatural development of Tara’s body and mind.  When it came time for the contest, she deftly defeated Cory in every possibly manner by a staggering margin, and began to implement new rules to try and turn his life around.  While there was friction at first, after enough time, Cory came to appreciate his mother’s efforts, going so far as to encourage her to become the best version of herself as possible.

Chapter 4 ended with Terry arriving at the house with his family, eager to catch up with his sister after years of having not seeing her.  For Tara, this is an opportunity to show how much progress she has made since he saw her last - and to hopefully change her brother’s misogynistic views on women in general. )


1.) Immediately after the end of Chapter 4

Terry let himself in, quickly walking past Cory and into the entryway of what was legally his house.  “So kid, what th' hell's new?  Looks like ya grew a little since I last saw ya.”

Cory nodded.  The last time they had met in person was years ago, when Cory was much closer to Terry's relatively short 5'6”.  “I guess there have been a lot of changes between now and then.” he responded, holding back a bit of laughter as he thought about the immense transformation his mother undertook the past few months.

Terry failed to notice Cory's bemusement.  “Looks like th' place has been cleaned well.  Guess yer mom's done a good job of playin' maid, huh?”

Cory shrugged.  “Honestly, I think I do more cleaning around here than she does.  At least it's been that way for the past month.”

The older man cocked an eyebrow.  “Really son?” he started, shaking his head, “You should just let yer old woman take care of that sorta business.  Us men have more important things to do.”

“Like what?”  

“Oh, just about anythin' really.  Always remember that an hour of a man's time is worth far more than an hour of a woman's.  Not to say you should ever do wrong to a woman, just to know th’ respective places of th' genders.”

Cory squinted his eyes.  He was rendered fairly speechless.  The statement uttered by Terry was ludicrous to him, insane even.  At the beginning of the summer he may have high-fived his uncle, hoping that maybe he could crack open an under-aged beer with the man, but after the events of the past few weeks, sharing that sentiment seemed neigh impossible.  

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As Cory began to muster up a response, he was saved by a timely interruption.  Tara's voice quick filled up the room:  “Really brother?  I had hoped by now you grew up a little and stopped following that puerile school of thought.”  

Tara was standing tall and proud, wearing a classy sun-dress and specially fortified high-heels, which effectively displayed the immense muscular development that she had undergone over the summer.  To say that Tara was muscular would be an understatement.  Nearly 400 pounds of sheer muscle was densely packed onto her frame.  Every ounce of it was expertly defined, straited, and displayed masterful vascularity.  The dress was cut low, revealing the tremendous iron-plated slabs of pectoral muscle that sat underneath Tara’s hefty breasts.  The garment was similarly short, showcasing the pillars of steely flesh that Tara stood on.  Each quadricep possessed a thick, deep tear-drop in the center, the sides of which an average sized human could easily grip onto like a handle.  Due to their immense girth, the bottom half of Tara’s upper thighs pressed against one another; yet a tiny gap could be seen at their zenith, further emphasizing the fact that the legs were pure muscle, with next to zero bodily fat adorning them.

Tara’s mere presence in the room was nearly overwhelming.  Despite having grown more accustomed to it than any other person alive, Cory still felt himself affected by the intangible aura created from Tara’s immense power and confidence.  

Terry burst out in laughter.  “Who th’ frick are you!?” he spat out, doubled over.  “What kinda elaborate joke is this?  Hiring some crazy body building bitch ta take Tara’s place.”

The amazon placed her hands on her hips akimbo, which gave her an even more imposing presence as she took a few steps forward, her heels clicking loudly on the ground.  “Really Terry?  You should be able to recognize your own sister, even if she’s had a… bit of a transformation.”  Tara said with a warm giggle.

Terry wiped tears from his eyes that had formed from the laughter.  “No.  Frickin.  Way.  TARAAAAA” he yelled out,  “GET OUT HERE AND GREET YOUR BROTHER!”

Despite his cry, nobody came.  The woman in front of him laughed warmly.  “Come on Terry, you knew that I was having a bit of a transformation.  We discussed this over the phone.  I sent you my blood-work.  You saw my changes.  Well, the first batch at least.  Remember?”

Terry blinked a couple of times.  How could the being in front of him possibly be his younger sister?  This was no mere woman, but something of a goddess.  A statue brimming with strength, power, and femininity, all rolled into one.  The heels Tara wore added even more height to her lofty frame, giving her a total height resting a full foot above Terry’s fairly short 5’6”.  While Terry was a fairly thick, chubby individual, Tara’s body packed at least twice as much meat as his; though every ounce on the amazon’s body was pure muscle, aside from her prodigious mammaries.  The result was a being of unbridled power that physically emasculated Terry in nearly every possible way, despite the almost exaggerated level of femininity Tara exuded.

“No, no no.” Terry said, shaking his head.  “No way.”

“Why don’t you use one of your tools to test my DNA real quick?  Or even a fingerprint scanner?” Tara suggested.

Squinting his eyes, Terry retrieved his smart phone, turned it on, and with a few deft jabs pulled up an app - one made by his own company.  “Well, this thing isn’t one hundred percent accurate, but it should be close enough.” Terry started, “It records your fingerprints and uses a few other quick and dirty methods to pinpoint your identity, along with some other identifying marks.”

“Other identifying marks?”

The stout man nodded.  “Pulse, heat signature, and some other fancy stuff to provide a simple bio-rhythmic signature.  While I don’t have all of that stuff of yours recorded, I do have your prints.”  He presented the device held screen up.  “Just place four fingers, two from each hand onto it.”

Tara shrugged her brawny shoulders, causing a cascade of her lats and deltoids to ripple effortlessly, immediately sending a chill down Terry’s spine.  She did as he requested, placing her large fingers on top of the device’s screen.  After holding for a few moments, a beep indicated that the test was finished, and she was free to retract her hand.  As Terry glanced down and read the results, a sweat broke out on his forehead.  “Well.. I’ll be damned.” He murmured.

“Well?  What did it say?” Tara inquired.

“I guess… it really is you.  Though, it’s not a 100 percent match.”

“Oh?”

“For starters, while th’ fingerprint pattern is consistent, yer hands obviously grew a good deal to accommodate for, uh, well, all th’ other growth.  There are slight mutations in yer DNA, although th’ baseline is so close that it HAS to be you.  Also, when it reads yer estimated biological age…”  Terry held up the phone; both Tara and her son looked at it.  It read ‘31’.  

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Tara started laughing, while Cory simply stood there, bug-eyes.  After a few moments, Tara finally spoke: “Really?  Only 31?  I feel a lot younger.  To be honest, I have way more energy and focus than even when I was 21.  Plus, you know, THESE!” Tara brought her prodigious arms up, initiating a double-bicep flex.  The small mountains of muscle sprang to life, rippling to untold power.

“Well, I’ve got a quick an’ dirty theory for that.” Terry started, “Contrary to popular myth, more an’ more studies are pointing ta late 20s or early 30s as th’ real physical peak of a human being.  Thing is, most people just sit on their posteriors up until that point, so they don’t get that progression.  With that in mind, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say yer body’s actual physical peak would be 31 years old.  Of course, that’s not what your real age is…”

Before the conversation could continue much further, the rest of Terry’s family abruptly entered through the door.  In came four figures: Terry’s tall, beautiful, trophy wife, Estella; his average height, plump, 17 year old son, Barry; his small 10 year old son, Harry; and his adopted daughter of Korean descent, Kiko.  

As the family members entered, their eyes were all immediately drawn to the towering pillar of feminine muscle in the center of the room.  

“Oh… My… GOD!” Estella yelled out.
“Th’ fuck is that!?” Barry exclaimed.
“Holy shoot! A superhero!  Awesome!” Harry screamed.
“Weird.” Kiko murmured quietly.


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Estella was the first to run over toward Tara.  An on and off supermodel standing at 6 feet tall barefoot, who almost always wore heels, Estella was accustomed to being the tallest and most beautiful woman in any room.  Her body was lithe and sharply toned from years of pilates, yoga, and very light weight training.  She was also a heavy user of the elliptical and stair-master cardio machines, but strayed away from running due to fear of the effects the constant pull of gravity could have on her perfectly shaped breasts.

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“T-TARA!? IS that REALLY you?!” she exclaimed.  The last time they had met, Estella stood taller than Tara; had larger breasts than Tara; held more muscle mass on her frame than Tara; was more beautiful than Tara; possessed less body-fat than Tara; was more confident than Tara; and, unknown to most, was actually more intelligent than Tara.  Today however, every single one of those attributes had been reversed.  Tara was the one who was superior to Estella in each category.

“Hey Estella.  Of course it’s me.  Though I’ve changed a bit.”  Tara explained with a warm smile.

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Without asking, Estella began grabbing onto Tara’s arms.  “These muscles… they’re harder than anything I’ve ever felt in my life, and I’ve been with a few bodybuilders before - male ones…” she observed bemusedly as she continued to press and knead the various muscle groups on Tara’s arms.  

Ten year old Harry was the next to approach the amazon.  “Wowow!” he yelled out.  “Is that really you aunt Tara?!”

The last time Tara had seen Harry, he was six years old.  She was surprised that he remembered her.  “You know it!”

Following his mother’s lead, Harry reached down and started grabbing onto Tara’s calf.  “Mom’s right!  This isn’t just a muscle, it’s like a super muscle!”

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Estella continued her probing of Tara’s impressive form.  "You... your skin... it's smoother than mine... and these arms! They're... they're huge! But in a good way! And your nails, so perfectly manicured!  You complexion, so fair and even.  Even your hair is like glistening silk.  You simply MUST tell me your secrets!  We have SO much catching up to do!”  

It was all true.  Despite spending relatively little time on skin and nail care the past few weeks, Tara had actually surpassed even Estella in this category, despite the constant professional care the latter underwent.  Between her system absorbing the components of various creams, vitamins, amino acids, along with the various techniques she learned from textbooks, an undoctored photo of Tara would likely be called out as photoshopped.

“Wow wow wow!” Harry exclaimed.  “What happened auntie?  Did you get into a radiation accident that gave you super?  Did you get stung by a super power granting bug?  Did the government abduct you and turn you into a super soldier!?!?”  He spouted off a few more nonsensical theories, as Tara’s transformation was simply too difficult for him to comprehend in any other fashion.

“Nope.” Tara replied warmly with a smile.  “The truth is, I just worked really hard and put my mind to becoming the best me possible.”

“Whoa… how do I do that!? I  want guns like yours!” Harry yelled out, playfully flexing his small, thin pre-pubescent arms to no avail.

“You want arms like these?  Well, the first step is to start eating right, then hit the weights.” Tara explained before realizing that perhaps a 10 year old boy shouldn’t be pumping iron yet, “Well, maybe you should wait a couple years before the second part."

Estella and her son continued to prod Tara’s muscular body, exploring the various ridges, crevices and slabs that adorned each limb.  While Tara enjoyed the attention, she could sense that with the rest of her extended family awkwardly watching nearby that she should try spurring things along.  
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“Having fun?  Say, who wants a ride?” Tara asked with a grin.  Harry yelled out that he would love that, while Estella simply giggled with consent.  Gently, Tara brought her arms down and grabbed onto both of their posteriors before hoisting them straight into the air.  “Why, you guys are light as feathers!” she observed with a giggle.



[[In the full story there’s much more here as the family gets introduced.  For the sake of this preview however, I’m going to skip ahead a bit to where they are outside at the family pool.  This comes after a scene where Tara first walks outside in a very revealing bathing suit, turning the heads of everyone in different ways, along with a bunch of dialogue involved with that.  I’ve skipped straight to the true introduction of a new character, someone who wasn’t in the original MKB, and will be a fairly major character - the new replacement of ‘Mary’ in the original MKB, a more interesting and unique character named Kiko.  This is her conversation with Cory.  I currently don’t have a VA for Kiko, but I am trying to secure one if possible.]]

[Added context - while everyone else is in their bathing outfits, Kiko continues to wear a very large baggy sweatshirt and loose sweatpants.]


Cory continued probing the girl, eager to find out why she was acting so strangely.  “Seriously though, you're really, uh, afraid to take your shirt off?  Or at the very least those pants..?”

“Not afraid...” Kiko sighed, rolling her eyes.  “Just, I dunno.”

“Are you like, naked or something?”

Kiko abruptly shook her head.  “No, I have my bathing suit on underneath...”

“What?” Cory laughed, “then what are you so worried about?”

Kiko looked to the side, avoiding meeting Cory's eyes with her own.

Cory shrugged.  “Well, I obviously can't make you take your shirt off or anything, but the water does look pretty cool...”  

The teen looked over to the pool, where Tara's muscular body was hurtling through the water like a torpedo. Estela was firmly attached to Tara, gripping onto the amazon's muscular back; while Harry held onto Estella's own back, screaming with joy.  In effect, Tara was actually swimming with two people clinging to her, though her incredible pace would lead an onlooker to think otherwise.  Meanwhile Terry and Barry looked onward with varied glances of anger, jealousy, and disgust.  

“Oooh…” Cory started with a mischievous tone, “You're afraid of being compared to our moms, huh?”

“WHAT?!” Kiko quipped.  “What on earth is THAT supposed to mean?”

“Whoa, calm down there.  I mean, I know she's my mom and all, but Tara's built like a goddamn Greek statue fused with Arnold Schwarzenegger, plus a dash of Jessica Rabbit.  I have to admit that I kind of hate standing directly next to her in front of you guys, I look like a little kid.  Then again, I guess everyone does in comparison to her...”

“And Estella?” Kiko raised a brow.

Cory snickered.  “Well, let's be real Kiko, Estella isn't actually related by blood to either of us.  She's uh… well, an on and off supermodel for a reason, you know?  I can understand not wanting to have your body shown off in comparison to them.  Not to, uh, insult your or anything, especially since I don't really know what you look like underneath those clothes.  Just that everyone has these kinds of natural insecurities”  Cory was talking a little bit faster than he should have, indicating his lack of control over things.  Fortunately, Kiko seemed to understand, and didn't hold it against him.

Kiko shrugged.  “That's really not the reason why.”

Cory's piqued curiosity was now boiling over.  He just HAD to know what on Earth this girl was trying to hide.  “Soo… what is it then?”

Kiko looked around reluctantly.  “I guess it IS really hot outside...” she observed before sighing again.  “Well, alright.  All things considered, I guess it isn't that big of a deal.”  

The young woman proceeded to grab the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled them down, quickly revealing a striped bathing suit bottom, coupled with…  a pair of jutting tear-drop quadriceps!  

Cory's eyes grew wide.

The girl continued taking her pants off, and before long the full extent of Kiko's proportionately long, muscular legs were on display.  Small cords of muscle collected on the relatively thick thighs bunched up and danced from the slightest motion.  A pair of calves flared out from behind, indicating they were similarly built.  A veneer of dark golden skin, similar to Kiko's face covered the flesh, causing the legs to glisten in the sunlight.  

Cory gulped.  This was the last thing he had expected.  The last time he saw Kiko, she was a young, scrawny little thing.  Today however, he was now unsure who had the more muscular legs between them.  Proper examination would reveal that Cory's were technically slightly larger, but Kiko's shorter frame gave hers the illusion of looking much bigger.

Before either young adult could say a word, Kiko grabbed the bottom of her baggy shirt and deftly took if off, revealing: hard, jutting four-pack abs;  relatively large biceps with a split peak at their heads;  a developing V-taper formed by thick lats; and a small, pert cleavage with a proportionately deep pec-line in the center.

Cory blinked a few times, his mind trying to comprehend what was in front of him.  This wasn't Kiko!  This was some kind of 18 year old fitness model.  How was this possible?!  “Whoa...” He accidentally said out loud.

“Are you going to make some smart-ass comment about me looking like a dude?”

“No, not at all!  You look great.”  Cory assured her, his face turning a shade pink.  

Kiko raised an eyebrow once more, “Really?  Like… You're just saying that right?”

“No, I'm not!  You look awesome.”  Once again the words fell from his mouth a bit too quickly, but secretly their recipient didn't mind.

“Well, I guess you've been around… her… so maybe you're a bit different.”

Cory was about to continue that dialog, curious as to just precisely what Kiko was trying to say, but he decided to save that conversation for another time.  For the time being, he'd focus on her. “But.. how?” he asked.

“How what?”

“The… the muscles! ” Cory exclaimed.

Kiko blinked a couple of times.  “What do you mean 'how the muscles'?”  She intentionally invoked a stereotypical Korean accent as she quoted him, displaying her good humor about the situation.

“Oh come on, don't be difficult.  Since when do you have, you know, gains!?”

Kiko shrugged and her traps bunched up from reflex.  “Well… I kind of really hate admitting this...” she started.

“Admitting what?  That you lift weights or something?”

Kiko quickly shook her head.  “Oh, hell no.  Never touched a weight in my life.”  

Cory found this statement difficult to believe.

Kiko continued, “It's just that, well, it's so stereotypical, and I hate propagating that stuff, but I took martial arts for a couple of years.  Ages 12 to 15 to be precise.”

“Like… Karate?”

“Yeah.  A mix of stuff though.  I had a team of master martial artists all training me at once.  The idea was the adopted daughter of someone as rich as Terry needed to capable of defending herself.  At this point, I think I could be registered as a lethal weapon.”  She explained with a laugh.  

“So why’d you quit at 15?”

“It's weird.  Even though I was so young, I quickly learned almost everything I could, so there just didn't seem to be much of a point in continuing.  After beating up some muggers one day, I convinced Estella and Terry that I didn't need to keep training.”

“And the muscles?” Cory inquired, “Those are all from martial arts training?”

Kiko tilted her head around a bit as she considered the question.  “I’m not entirely sure to be honest.  They started growing a lot when I first entered puberty.  After a long day of training, I’d usually come back a bit stronger.  The thing is, honestly, even though I've quit, my muscles didn't go away.  Actually, they’ve gotten considerably bigger since then...  At first I thought it was fat, but...”  she leaned down, clasped her right thigh and shook it, causing the well-formed quadricep to shake.  “Not really much fat on my frame.” she observed, bringing her hands up to her thick abs.  “Plus, I’ve got these…” she flexed her arms, causing a hard, shapely ball of muscle to spring to life, rippling with definition and vitality, “Oh god, they look even bigger than a couple of days ago.  How does this even happen!?”

“Wow Kiko.  That’s pretty amazing actually!  Especially if you really haven’t worked out at all the past few years.  You’re definitely pretty blessed to have a body that builds and maintains muscle like that.” Cory explained with a genuine smile.

Kiko was apprehensive, “Are you SURE that my build isn't… masculine?”

Cory scratched his head.  “Why would I think it is?”

“Well, other than the muscles, I mean...”  she glanced down at her relatively diminutive chest, “and my hips aren't exactly the widest either.” she added.

Cory shrugged.  “I don't know why those things are needed to define a woman.” he explained, “It's not like you can choose the size of your hips anyways, not without surgery or something.”

“R-really?  YOU are the one saying this?” Kiko asked with a laugh.  She shook her head slightly, “I guess things really have changed.”

“Hey, what's that supposed to mean?”

“Even when you were a kid you were pretty thoroughly in Terry's, I mean my dad's, camp.  That women are just inferior creatures made to serve men, or something like that.”

Cory immediately realized that she had a point.  The truth was, even a mere few months ago, Cory likely would have mocked Kiko for her current body.  Today however, he couldn't help but admire the power it likely yielded her, and secretly found it quite alluring.  The longer he dwelled on the thought of Kiko, the more his male instincts were reminded that she was not related to him by any degree whatsoever.  He knew that he needed to distract himself, get his mind off of Kiko and her body.  Even if there was no blood relation, there was still the very loose technical relation.  Plus, he didn’t want to creep her out or anything.

“So.. You really think you’d be able to beat me in a fight?” he asked.

Kiko raised a brow.  “Didn’t you hear what I said?  Lethal weapon.  It wouldn’t even be close.”

Cory entered a playful fighting stance trying to imitate a character from one of the fighting video games he had played.  “Well, why don’t we have a friendly sparring match?”

“You sure?”

Cory nodded, then suddenly Kiko moved so quickly that she looked like a blur to him.  A pair of palms struck him in the abdomen with just enough force to cause him to stumble backwards a few steps towards the pool.  She quickly closed the distance, and before he could react had grabbed onto him and with one single motion tossed him into the pool with a loud splash!  Cory flailed around a bit before catching his barrings, spitting some water out of his mouth.  

“Alright!  Duly noted!” he exclaimed, “You can win on the land, but I bet you can’t beat me in the water!” he challenged.  

A playful smirk met Kiko’s mouth - the challenge was accepted.


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