Fred stared at the figure in front of him in awe. Towering before him, taller than even most Morphs as a whopping 15 feet tall by his estimate, with huge curves that seemed even more intense than Abby's hourglass figure, was a scaly, smiling komodo dragon woman. The huge monitor lizard stared back at him with teary eyes, seeming to be looking over him just as he was with her. Despite her imposing size and different species, somehow he knew... this was his mother. The wonderful, caring woman he hadn't seen in so many years, since he was a child.
In an instant, both seemed to snap out of their reverie and rushed towards each other, his mother closing the distance fast as she scooped him up like he was a small child and cuddled him into her bust, her scales surprisingly soft. Freddy was too overcome with emotion to even care that he was being nearly smothered by breasts nearly the size of his body, attached to his own mother; he hugged her back with equal passion, tearing up at being held by her again like when he was a kid.
"I thought I'd never see you again after you left..."
"I know, Freddy Bear, I know," she cooed. "I'm so sorry I left you with your father. I wanted so much to be with you, but he made it so I couldn't anymore after our divorce... but I'm here now, baby..."
She licked his face affectionately, Fred freezing up as he remembered about komodo dragons and their deadly saliva, only for her to chuckle. "Don't worry, I keep my mouth clean, silly!"
His mother walked over to the couch and plopped down on it, still holding him like a baby. "Look at you! I can't believe how much you've grown, baby!"
Fred chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah... I guess I could say the same about you though!"
She laughed that wonderful laugh, stroking his back with her big strong hand. Oddly, as uncomfortable around big, sexual Morphs as he could get sometimes, there was something about his mother's presence that just put him at ease. Maybe it was the nostalgia of feeling like a kid again with her, maybe it was just the rush of emotion from their reunion, or maybe it was just that she'd made no overtly sexual moves on him yet. He couldn't see any lust for him in her eyes, just pure and simple love and affection.
At that point, Abby chuckled and called out "Alright you two, as adorable as this is we've got dinner ready out here!"
Wondering what she meant by "we", Fred glanced over and saw Charlie, Abby's fat-assed femboy cat maid who he had met a handful of times, standing in the kitchen with an entire feast laid out and ready for them. Fred also noted, with a blush, that the cat made was currently wearing only his usual tight silk panties, a tiny chef's hat, and an apron that read "Fuck the Chef".
Fred and Abby's mother cooed and finally sat Freddy down, getting up to strut over to the kitchen. "Aw, Charlie, thank you for all the help in the kitchen! Look at you, so adorable!" She pinched the cat's cheek, then let a low, sultry growl out from her throat as she leaned towards him. "No doubt, though, that you're the tastiest thing in this kitchen... careful little kitty, or Mama Cynthia might just gobble you up~..."
Fred gulped and shrank back suddenly, his mother's tone giving him the impression that she wasn't speaking figuratively. He had heard about vore fetish in his time in the city, how MorphCo made it safe and possible; he'd even been required to register with the reformation service in order to get a job, since there were some unruly customers who might decide to devour a service worker they didn't agree with, even if it wasn't legal to do so.
Cynthia stood up and glanced back at Fred... looking apologetic, though also winking at him, as though to say "Sorry you had to see that... but if you're interested..." With that note hanging in the air, she proceeded to fix herself a plate. A very, very large plate.
"Fred, come on before it's all gone! You know me and mom need a lot of food for our bods," his sister chimed, urging Fredrick to get up and make his way over. What followed was a surprisingly normal dinner, all things considered. The four of them chatted and caught up, Fred feeling more at ease again over time. Certainly nothing could taint this evening... right?
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