Chapters Chapter 1- The Purest of Intentions
The summer sun sets on a Wednesday evening in Equestria. Everyone is either out about on the town, finishing up work, or at home getting ready for the next morning. In the case of Button Mash and his girlfriend of five months Sweetie Belle, on a date at a sit-down restaurant. They are at an Italian bistro called Papa Pony’s Bistro, waiting for their food and passing the time with garlic bread and conversation. Button Mash and Sweetie Belle are both out of school for the summer, happy that they could have some downtime to spend with each other. Since they both got off work before sundown today, they figured that today would be a good day to get together for some dinner and a little bit of privacy.
“What? No way!” Sweetie Belle says, in the middle of a conversation with her boyfriend.
“Oh yeah,” Button Mash replies.
“And there wasn’t a cease and desist?”
“Nope, we pretty much expected them to go through the drive-thru in a cardboard box at this point,” Button Mash says, “though I’m sure it was beneficial for the environment.”
“Sure, until they decide to burn it of course,” Sweetie Belle quips, to which both herself and Button Mash laugh. The two of them sit in silence for a brief moment. Sweetie Belle pulls her phone out to check her notifications, while Button Mash looks off in the distance to wonder when that waiter with the pedo ‘stache was going to leave that middle aged woman alone. The two of them turn back to one another, taking in each other’s beauty before Sweetie Belle decides to break the silence.
“Hey h-hun,” Sweetie Belle says, “how intelligent do you think I am?” Button Mash looks at her with a hint of confusion. Was this a rhetorical question? He tried hard to make sure he didn’t say the wrong thing.
“Well, if you’re GPA from this past semester is anything to go off of, I’d say you were a genius,” Button Mash replies, knowing that that was probably the nerdiest answer he could’ve come up with.
“Oh, I appreciate the compliment,” Sweetie Belle says, blushing with embarrassment as she was clearly trying to ask something else, “I think what I was trying to say is that, I’ve been thinking a lot.”
“Okay, what have you been thinking about?” Button Mash asks, curious if his girlfriend was trying to open up to him about something. Sweetie Belle starts fidgeting a little bit.
“Too much, I‘ve been thinking about too much recently,” Sweetie Belle admits, “I am an overthinker.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that,” Button Mash replies, “I think extensively about things too, like whether or not it’d be piracy if I sold a movie as an NFT.” Sweetie Belle chuckles at his last little comment. She had always loved her boyfriend’s sense of humor.
“But that’s the thing, sometimes I wish I could just stop thinking so much,” Sweetie Belle says, “like every time I leave the house, I always wonder if I forgot to lock up or take something with me. When I go out somewhere I always find myself thinking extensively about what to say and when to say it. Heck, as I was coming to see you, I kept thinking about the things that I should or shouldn’t say.” Button Mash kept his mouth shut, nodding his head as he was listening to his girlfriend’s woes, not letting the world around him boast any semblance of a distraction. “I don’t want to constantly be thinking like that, one of the reasons I love you so much is that I feel like I can be myself around you. Maybe if I were less of a thinker, perhaps even less intelligent, I think I’d be happier that way.”
“Are you sure about that?” Button Mash asks, concerned that Sweetie Belle was beating herself up over what would generally be considered a positive trait. He loved him exactly like she was, whether she was an overthinker or not.
“Well y’know, I’ve taken after my sister in a lot of ways,” Sweetie Belle continues “I love fashion, and I’m very ambitious, which is why I’m pursuing a career in acting. But sometimes I can’t help but imagine myself as one of those simple ditzy housewives. Y’know, the kind that don’t have to think about anything super important because their husband usually does the thinking for them. I could envision being your little princess in her knight’s castle, only concerning myself with what to wear, how to look, and what to fix for dinner. Not having to think about everything else would relieve such a burden off of my shoulders. I think those kinds of girls are called…” Sweetie Belle flicks her fingers for a second to think of the word that she had on her tongue, “…bimbos, right?”
“Umm…” Button Mash hesitates, “well I don’t know if I’d use that terminology,” he says. Button Mash wasn’t against the concept of a bimbo, he did like girls who were submissive in the bedroom after all. But he never desired to use the term ‘bimbo’ to describe any girl he met in real life, for he labeled the term as sexist.
“Oh come on, it’s not like there were any better words I could’ve used,” Sweetie Belle retorts, “you wouldn’t mind if I was one of those kind of girls, would you?” Button Mash sits and thinks for a moment. He didn’t want to say that he would prefer if his girlfriend was stupider, but he felt as if responding either way would give his unconditional love something he wouldn’t dare suggest, an irrelevant condition. Eventually, the response that Button Mash lands on is one that he prayed would be the appropriate response.
“Honestly, if you unburdened yourself by only thinking about how to make me happy, I wouldn’t mind at all,” Button Mash responds, hoping that it would put Sweetie Belle’s mind at ease, “because I would have ways to make you happy on my mind twenty-four seven,” he adds for good measure.
“Aww, thank you sweetheart,” Sweetie Belle says, her heart touched that her boyfriend would care that much about her, “maybe I’ll start working on how to make myself think less, and who knows, maybe I can really live the bimbo lifestyle and make my tits bigger.” That last comment, though a bit vulgar, made both Button Mash and Sweetie Belle laugh aloud. Suddenly, a waiter approaches with two plates in both hands.
“Alright, enjoy your meals,” the waiter says before setting the plates down on the table. In front of Button Mash was a plate of lasagna with a side salad, and in front of Sweetie Belle was a plate of chicken parmigiana with minestrone. As the two of them ate their meals, Button Mash got to thinking about what Sweetie Belle was saying. He felt bad that she saw her ability to think critically as a curse, rather than a benefit. He wondered if maybe she would be happier if she had less of an ability to think, giving her more of a carefree spirit. He did just say that he would have trying to make Sweetie Belle happy on his mind at all times, but what could he do about this? It wasn’t like he had the ability to suddenly make his girlfriend think less, he wasn’t a unicorn after all. It wasn’t like he was capable of brewing a potion that could regress Sweetie Belle’s cognition. And it was in that moment that Button Mash realized something…
…he knew someone could.
The Next Day
After a requesting for a potion over the phone, Button Mash began traversing through the Everfree Forest in search of Zecora’s place. He knew that she was the only one in Equestria that could brew a potion capable of what he was asking for. He figured that, on their next date, Button Mash could give Sweetie Belle the potion as a gift. Of course, there was the ethical dilemma of whether or not to tell her that he was giving her a potion designed to, on a basic level, turn her into a bimbo. Button Mash would worry about that later, for now he needed to see Zecora so he could pick up the potion. After about fifteen minutes traversing the Everfree Forest, Button Mash finally makes it to Zecora’s place. He knocks on the door, to which Zecora swiftly answers.
“Ahh, Button Mash, who I’m delighted to see, is the potion you requested why you’ve come to me?” Zecora says, using her trademark quirk for rhyming everything she said.
“Yes ma’am,” Button Mash says, “is it ready yet?”
“Your potion is almost ready to show, for I just have one more ingredient to go,” Zecora replies, walking back inside with Button Mash following closely behind. Button Mash took in his surroundings, which were decorated with what appeared to be tribal masks and other trinkets from Zecora’s community. Being the only one of her kind living within close proximity to Equestria, Button Mash figured that Zecora would love to have her home decorated with tokens from her past.
“This is a nice place you got here,” Button Mash says.
“Most appreciated Button Mash,” Zecora responds. She picks up a pinch of some kind of brown powder with two fingers before sprinkling it into the potion mixture. Zecora proceeds to add the final ingredient contained within a small vial. She pours the yellow liquid into the mixture, causing a small puff of smoke to come out of it.
“Viola! What a feat! This potion is now complete,” Zecora proudly exclaimed. She places a lid on the jar of red liquid before taking it to Button Mash. “Now Button Mash, before you receive, I must warn you of what this potion can achieve,” Zecora says, “the chemicals contained were hard to find, mostly made with hazardous flowers that deteriorate one’s mind, I also decided to add plenty of somatotropin, meant to stimulate growth of the body’s proportions, make no mistake as you go through the motions, there can be side effects contained within this potion.”
“Okay, how much do you think I should give Sweetie Belle?” Button Mash asks, wanting to make sure that things didn’t go awry once he presented this potion to her.
“She will have to take it all down her throat, don’t worry, for I can make an antidote,” Zecora replies. “The chemicals can also be tampered by the environment you select, I’d recommend keeping it cold to decrease potential side effects.”
“You got it Zecora,” Button Mash replies, “thanks again!” He walks back out into the Everfree Forest, closing the door behind him. Button Mash was excited that he was going to give Sweetie Belle something that she really wanted. Even though she didn’t request that a potion be made, Button Mash figured that she would appreciate the surprise. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he was also curious if he’d find a bimbofied version of Sweetie Belle to be sexy. After all, Zecora did infuse the potion with chemicals that stimulated growth hormones. If this meant that Sweetie Belle’s boobs and booty would grow from drinking this potion, Button Mash was certainly looking forward to giving it to her. But he would sadly have to wait before he could see if the results of Zecora’s potion brought some of his fantasies to life. For now, it was time to head home and keep the potion somewhere safe until it was time for Button Mash and Sweetie Belle to meet again.
Button Mash makes it back home safely from his journey through the Everfree Forest. He sees that his mom, a light-brown mare named Cream Heart, was nowhere to be found, which meant that she must’ve been at the Ponyville gym tending to her job as a personal trainer. This gives him the perfect opportunity to play some video games for his day off. But first, Button Mash needed to think of a safe place to keep his new bimbo potion. He thinks back to what Zecora said about keeping it in a cold environment in the hopes that the low temperature would reduce any unintended side effects from occurring. Or at least, that’s what Button Mash thought Zecora said, since it was hard to understand her with her forced rhyming. Regardless, Button Mash makes the decision to keep the potion in the refrigerator. He figured that if his mom found it, he could just explain that it was a potion for a friend’s summer school science project. He certainly wasn’t going to reveal that it was meant for the repression of his girlfriend’s ability to think, as that would not sit well with his mom by any means.
Once Button Mash is done placing the potion in the refrigerator, he notices a note from mom on the kitchen counter. It says, ‘don’t forget to water the azaleas out back, thanks!” Button Mash decides to take care of that before he gets to playing his games. If there was one thing he knew about his mom, is that she did not like it whenever he forgot to do something that she told him to do. After taking care of the azaleas out back, Button Mash decides to kick back and enjoy his favorite hobby before his mom came home from her training.
“Oof, dammit!” Cream Heart exclaims, “I think I might’ve went a little too hard on my shoulder today,” she says as she heads home from her training job at Ponyville Fitness. It wasn’t a bad job in the least, though it would certainly leave her tapped out for the rest of the day. Still, the day was behind her and Cream Heart was looking forward to getting home and fixing something nice for dinner. She was hoping that once she got home that her son had done everything she asked. Cream Heart was the kind of person that liked having things in order, planning everything ahead and extensively thinking over everything. It was a great skill to have, but it can get hard whenever her son forgot something or had to cancel something last minute, as it would cause her plans to fall apart. Cream Heart finally arrives home, to which she sees Button Mash walking up to her with a smile.
“Hey mom,” Button Mash says, attempting to get his mother’s attention.
“Oh, hi honey,” Cream Heart replies, giving her son a kiss on the cheek as a quick sign of her affection. She then walks into the hallway before turning to the first door on her left, which happened to be the laundry room. Cream Heart first directs her attention towards the dryer which, to her displeasure, was completely empty. Adding to her displeasure was when she opened the washing machine to find Button Mash’s wet clothes still inside. “Hey Button!” Cream Heart calls out, to which her son swiftly appears.
“Yes mom,” Button Mash says.
“You were supposed to put your clothes in the dryer today,” Cream Heart says with a look that may not have been intended to intimidate, but it certainly has that effect.
“Oh shoot, I must’ve forgotten,” Button Mash replies, facepalming as he came to the realization that he did something his mom never wanted him to do: forget a task, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Cream Heart says with more disapproval than reassurance in her tone, “I’ll just do it right now.” Button Mash felt a familiar feeling of guilt that his mom got very good at invoking at this point. He knew that his mom probably had a hard day. It just wouldn’t be right to leave his mom to do his dirty work for him.
“It’s okay mom, I can do it,” Button Mash says, fidgeting as he put the offer out.
“I said, I‘ll do it,” Cream Heart insists, “it’ll only take a minute, you can fold them up and put them away later.” Button Mash stands there playing with his hair as his mom rejects his offer to help. Despite his mom attempting to assure him that she was fine with this, he knew full well that she wasn’t. He tries to grasp at something, anything that can make the situation right.
“I watered the azaleas out back today,” Button Mash says meekly. His mom looks up at him for a moment, then back down at the washing machine.
“Okay, thanks,” Cream Heart replies, more focused on the task at hand, but having the decency to be polite.
“No problem,” Button Mash says. He saw his mom thanking him as a good sign, but it didn’t distract him from the fact that he had ruined a part of his mom’s plans. “Is there anything else you need me to do right now?” Button Mash asks earnestly.
“No thanks,” Cream Heart answers, “I’m going to get dinner started soon, this should hopefully be done drying before we eat.” Button Mash goes into his bedroom to relax, and to give his mom some space. Though he loved her very much, and she loved him right back, Button Mash found that his mom has become a little overbearing in recent years. Cream Heart always had a thing for coming up with some sort of well thought out plan for the day, which was just a part of her personality, but recently it was as if she was holding onto that power like a lifeboat.
Cream Heart was in no way abusive to her son, not even remotely, she and Button Mash just recently have had some frequent difficulties with each other. Button Mash was sure that this partly came from the fact that he was an adult now, and that he was his mom’s only child. Even though this played a big part in Cream Heart not willing to let him leave the nest, he didn’t mind living at home for now, even if he was a legal adult. Both Button Mash and his mom agreed that the job he was working at the Hayburger wasn’t going to pay him a high enough wage for a self-sustaining lifestyle, especially once school was back in session. Despite that reason, Button Mash knew that the idea of him moving out someday and leaving her alone terrified Cream Heart, which would explain why she treats him as if he were younger than he actually is. She probably started keeping up this overly demanding power dynamic because she was not willing to let her son go, at least from Button Mash’s perspective.
During the dryer’s one-hour cycle, Cream Heart fixes chicken and dumplings for herself and Button Mash. They talk about the other’s day went, what they did, and what they were going to do tomorrow, which for Cream Heart is a whole day of various tasks that she deemed important. They both enjoy their dinner, satisfying their bellies with savory Southern cuisine, and Cream Heart decides that she’s going to have a glass of wine and relax in her bedroom. Meanwhile, Button Mash decides in his head that he’s going to get his clothes out of the dryer and put them away.
“You should go ahead and get your clothes out of the dryer and put them away,” Cream Heart tells Button Mash, ridding him of his chance to feel independent, instead of only doing everything because his mom said so.
“I was about to get to that,” Button Mash answers, slightly annoyed.
“Excuse me?” Cream Heart says, a stern glare in her eyes, her hands on her hips. She was not about to take back talk from her son after the painful workout she had today. Button Mash did not see it as back talk though. I’m fact, he found it a little ridiculous that she was getting worked up over confirmation that he was thinking about making her happy. He was finally going to do something productive without being asked to do so. But Button Mash figured that when you’re the single mom of an only child, you’ll do anything for some semblance of control in your life.
“Yes ma’am,” Button Mash says, giving his mom what she considered to be the appropriate response.
“Thank you sweetie,” Cream Heart says with a genuine smile this time. It was the thing that made her the most happy, her son doing everything she tells her and not giving any kind of excuses or back talk. Button Mash would be lying if he said he wasn’t tired of his mom’s bossiness. Regardless, he goes into the laundry room and begins taking his clothes out of the dryer. Meanwhile, Cream Heart grabs a wine glass from the cabinet, ready to fill it with some of the finest wine courtesy of Great Grape Orchard. She opens the refrigerator, her eyes fixated on the wine bottle that had the unmistakable Great Grape Orchard logo on it, before suddenly averting her gaze to something unusual.
‘hmm…what’s this jar doing in here? ” Cream Heart thinks to herself as she takes out what appeared to be a jar of the same red wine that was in the wine bottle. She doesn’t remember ever saving leftover wine in a separate container, and that was because, unbeknownst to her, this was Zecora’s bimbo potion. Cream Heart opens the jar to smell if this was actually wine. She takes a whiff of the liquid inside the jar, smelling a very pleasant aroma of grape and vanilla. This definitely smelled like her wine, and judging from the fact that it was in a separate container, she assumed that her son was trying to sneak in a drink. Cream Heart knew that her son was two years underneath the legal drinking age, so she wasn’t about to let her son get away with his sneaky plan. She pours all of the jars contents into her wine glass before putting the now empty jar by the sink, thinking that it could be used for something useful later. Cream Heart walks out of the kitchen and into her bedroom for a relaxing rest of her evening.
Button Mash finishes getting his clothes out of the dryer and gets started on putting them away. Once he is halfway done, he decides to go into the kitchen for a drink. He grabs a blue plastic cup from the cabinet before going to the sink to fill it with water. Button Mash takes a drink of his water, thinking about when he can give his girlfriend the potion, when he suddenly sees something that makes him freeze for what feels like an eternity. He drops his cup on the floor as he finds that the jar containing Zecora’s bimbo potion was gone. This causes an internal panic to erupt inside of Button Mash. How could this have happened? What did his mom do once she saw the potion? He was worried that his mom might have poured it out into the sink, unsure of it’s purpose. Was that what happened, or could it have been something much worse? Button Mash goes to his mom’s bedroom to see what drink she had in her hands.
“Heyyy mom,” Button Mash says, a nervous smile on his face. He could easily see in Cream Hearts right hand that she was holding what looked like a glass of wine. But he knew exactly what it really was.
“What’s up honey?” Cream Heart asks, noticing that her son was a bit more anxious than usual.
“I just wanted to ask you how you were enjoying your wine?” Button Mash fibs, trying not to reveal the contents of the drink his mom had in her hand.
“It tastes a little funny,” Cream Heart replies, “I guess it must’ve been sitting in the fridge for a while. Oh well, no better time to drink it than now I suppose.”
“Rrriiiiiiigghhtt,” Button Mash says nervously before leaving his mom alone with her ‘wine.’ To double check, Button Mash opened the fridge and looked closely at the contents of the wine bottle. The amount hadn’t changed since two nights ago. This only confirmed what Button Mash feared, his mom was drinking the potion designed to turn girls into ditzy little bimbos.
This could only end in disaster.
Chapter 2- Without a Second Thought
Button Mash barely got a wink of sleep the night that he realized his mom had drank the entirety of Zecora’s bimbo potion. The potential side effects that Zecora listed echoed through his head every waking hour. Should he have labeled it differently? Should he have spoken up? What was going to happen to his mom? And most importantly, when was he going to see results?
Cream Heart had just woken up from a deep sleep, unaware of the changes that were made to her body. Her nightgown was no longer covering her panty-less crotch, it had been raised somehow. This was because overnight, her breasts had grown almost a full cup size larger, and her hips were four inches wider on both sides. Cream Heart gets out of bed and walks out to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. It was right around when the coffee-maker started brewing that her son Button Mash walked into the kitchen. He attempts to grab some cereal from the pantry before stopping in his tracks to notice an unusual sight. He noticed his mom’s nightgown, which usually made it to the halfway point of her thighs, was failing to reach past her rump. Half of Cream Heart’s naked ass was exposed for her son to glare at.
Button Mash succeeded in his attempt to avert his gaze before his mother noticed, but suddenly he wondered if she even would have if he had kept staring. After all, she drank a potion made specifically to make her think less last night, and, as was clearly noticeable, she didn’t pay no mind to cover up her shame. Button Mash knew that even if she was tired, Cream Heart would have had the basic understanding to obstruct her nudity before getting out of bed. Nevertheless, he attempted to ignore the slight nakedness of his mom’s backside and make his breakfast. Once the coffee finished brewing, Cream Heart got a coffee cup out of the pantry before filling it about two-thirds full. She then walks up to the fridge where her son’s eyes meet with her own.
“Morning honey,” Cream Heart said, her voice strained from having just woken up. Button Mash’s exhaustion sprung out of him from almost running into his mom. He did not dare to glance down at her crotch, even though his mammalian instincts screamed at him to do so.
“Good morning mom,” Button Mash replied. He turns to the fridge and grabs the milk for his cereal, while his mom grabbed the carton of creamer.
“Hey, make sure that all of the coffee cups get washed when you do the dishes,” Cream Heart told her son as she poured the cream into her cup of coffee. Even in the morning, when both herself and Button Mash were on the verge of falling asleep while standing up, Cream Heart was still just as demanding.
“Yes ma’am,” Button Mash responded, deciding that he would wait to caffeinate himself until after he did the dishes, as his mom took the last clean cup. He pours the milk into his cereal before going to the couch where he can enjoy his breakfast in peace. Cream Heart doesn’t move from behind the kitchen counter when she takes a sip of her coffee. It takes her a couple of slurps before her brain regains it’s proper cognition. Even then, it took until she was done with her coffee for her to look down and notice her unobscured vagina was nearly on full display.
‘Crap! Crap! Crap! ’ Cream Heart descends into an internal panic, darting to her bedroom to look for a pair of panties, a longer nightgown, or anything to cover herself with. She settles on a pair of panties that matched the color of her nightgown, all while still holding her coffee cup in her right hand. Cream Heart calms down a little bit, but she was no doubt embarrassed by her previously indecent exposure. To make matters worse, it was in front of her own son.
Cream Heart couldn’t help but wonder how she didn’t think to do something about it until it was too late. Most importantly, how did she have this problem in the first place? Just last night, the length of her nightgown stopped halfway down her thighs, today it couldn’t even go past her pussy. Did anything spontaneously grow overnight? She didn’t feel any taller. Did she suddenly start gaining weight? Maybe her figure got more voluptuous. Perhaps, this was something that she didn’t even have to worry about. Maybe Button enjoyed looking at her. After all, her big booty was hanging out of her pretty little nightgown. Maybe it would have been really sexy if-
Cream Heart suddenly realizes that her brain went into autopilot and, after what felt like a one-second time jump, she was in the shower, now completely naked. She could not recollect what she was thinking about for a second, then suddenly she got a chill down her spine. Was she thinking about her own son staring at her swollen rump? Cream Heart’s mind was everywhere this morning, why would she think about, let alone want, Button Mash to sexualize her like that.
It was as if she had forgotten for a second that Button Mash was her son. That was not socially acceptable, or at least Cream Heart thought it wasn’t socially acceptable. She consciously decides to forget about her odd thoughts for now and have a relaxing shower. She washes her gorgeous body up and down, confirming to herself that her hips and breasts had definitely grown. Once she was finished, she walked back into her bedroom and attempted to put on one of her bras. As if she needed more confirmation that her boobs got bigger, she couldn’t get her now E-cup-sized cupcakes to fit into her bra.
Cream realized that this was a serious situation. Her body grew a significant amount over the course of twelve hours, and she had already grown out of some of her clothing. She was going to have to ask Button Mash to pick up some clothes that could fit the ominous changes to her figure on his way home from work. Resolving the situation, she puts on a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, happy that her nakedness can have some kind of coverage. After doing his chores and playing some video games, Button Mash puts on his work uniform and goes to say goodbye to his mom.
“Oh…um…uhh…” Cream Heart had a thought in her head, but before she could say anything, it left her mind.
“What is it mom?” Button Mash asks.
“Never mind,” Cream Heart answers, “I thought I had a question to ask you, but I guess I didn’t. Have a good day at work honey.” She gives her son a kiss on the cheek before freezing to look at his face for a second. He was so handsome, and clearly the days he found the time to work out were paying off. His wide frame, his cute jawline, he was quite the looker. Cream Heart was glad that the man she was living with was so hot, that meant that she could have a great time when-
“Mom, are you okay?” Button Mash asks, snapping his mom out of her trance.
“Oh yes, sorry,” Cream Heart responds, “you move along now, I love you!”
“I love you too,” Button Mash replies. As he leaves the house Cream Heart’s mind wanders again. What was she going to fix her man for dinner tonight? Should she wear something sexy when he got home? She could worry about all that later, after all, she had all the time in the world. For now, Cream Heart decides to relax and go online to browse for dresses and shoes that were on sale, as well as other articles of cloth-
“Crap!” Cream Heart openly exclaims, face palming as she realized she had forgotten to ask Button Mash to get new bras for her.‘And was I just thinking of Button Mash like he were my husband? ’ she thought, wondering exactly where her mind was going and why. Cream Heart was always on top of things when it came to remembering what to ask her son. This sudden struggle to not only remember the requests she wanted to make, but to remember that the man she was living with was her own son, seemed unrealistic to her. At this point, she needed to not worry about it and focus on what she needed to get done.
Unfortunately, Cream Heart suddenly couldn’t remember her plans for today, as if her memory problems couldn’t get any worse. She knew that stuff needed to get done around the house but other than that, it seemed like all she could do was sit and wait patiently for Button Mash to come home. All the while, Cream Heart would probably just let her mind wander aimlessly thinking about whatever nonsensical thing popped into her mind. In fact, she wouldn’t mind only thinking about pleasing a man with her sexual abilities, especially given her growing figure. Yes, it seemed like she didn’t need to care much about having any irrelevant thoughts in her head to distract her from-
*VRRRRRRR*
Suddenly, Cream Heart’s phone vibrates. She picks it up and turns it on to find a notification reminding her of her gym appointment with a client this afternoon. She was suddenly glad that she had that reminder set in her phone the night before. Otherwise, with her thought process slowly deteriorating, she would’ve missed it completely. But now Cream Heart had a major problem: her enlarged figure wasn’t going to allow her to fit into any of her workout clothes.
With her predicament going from bad to worse, she is forced to contact her client to explain why she can’t go today. Before Cream Heart sends her text, however, an idea sprung into her head. She could leave early to go and buy new workout clothes that will accommodate her updated size. Finally, the neurons in Cream Heart’s brain communicated a competent thought to her. With her problem solved, she heads out to go clothes-shopping before her gym training session. Maybe things will get better from here.
~The Next Day~
Button Mash knew that he messed up bad. His mom had already gotten more airheaded over the course of a couple of days. This morning, he walked into the kitchen to find Cream Heart completely naked as she made pancakes for both of them. She wasn’t even wearing an apron. It was at this moment that Button Mash really got to take in how much her body inflated over the past couple of days. Cream Heart’s breasts went from the size and shape of cantaloupes to resembling a couple of soft rubber beach balls. Her ass had grown so much that it took up most of her body weight. Her thighs had more jiggle than usual, suggesting that they got bigger and softer, and her hips were close to cartoonishly wide.
This was as much as Button Mash could gather in the ten seconds where all he could do was stare at his mom’s nudity before snapping back to reality and covering his eyes. Thankfully, it didn’t take as long for Cream Heart to notice that she had walked out into the kitchen and started conducting her morning routine with nothing on. After all, it was easier to forget that your body indecency was showing when you had clothes on that didn’t fit properly. Surely this prompt her to run into her bedroom and throw something on.
“Aww, you’re covering your eyes, what a gentleman,” Cream Heart said before walking up to Button Mash and kissing him on the cheek, “I always loved that about you honey, now how about you take a seat at the table so we can eat together.” This shocked Button Mash to his core. Even though his mom was now fully aware of her nudity, her mind chose to focus on the fact that he was shielding his eyes. To make matters worse, Cream Heart stared into space for a second before simply getting back to what she was doing. She had completely forgotten the proper response to realizing that she was completely naked in front of a man that, at least Button Mash presumed, she wouldn’t want to see her naked.
Instead, Cream Heart went back to making breakfast while gleefully humming to herself. Button Mash simply allowed himself to look at his mom for a second before walking to the dining table and sitting down. He was extremely confused about his mom’s behavior. Did she immediately forget that she was naked? Did she forget that it was immoral to be naked in front of her own son? Most importantly, did she fail to realize that her nakedness, as well as her obliviousness to it, was arousing him to no end. Button Mash’s rocket in his pants was ignited and ready for lift off. And to think that he would be feeling this way about his own mother, who always demanded so much of him despite his adulthood.
Eventually, Cream Heart serves him a plate of pancakes and a cup of coffee before going back to get a plate of her own. Something in Button Mash’s primal instincts loved the sight of his mom naked as she served him food, like he were a king being served by one of his female servants. She comes back with her own plate and sets it down on the table, her breasts dangling as she bent over. Button Mash avert his gaze once again, only it was futile as Cream Heart sits down across from him. She starts to eat when she notices that the man across from her isn’t looking at her.
“Why don’t you want to look at me?” Cream Heart asks, prompting Button Mash to look at her in confusion, “do I not look beautiful?” she asks with teary eyes and a pout. In any other situation, she would ask this question as some kind of joke. But Button Mash knew at this point that she was genuine, so he played along and answered honestly.
“No mom, you are very beautiful,” Button Mash says, allowing a little bit of arousal to translate in his words, “you’re gorgeous in fact, you’ve got the body of a queen.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Cream Heart replies, blushing profusely.
“I guess I just didn’t expect you to not be wearing anything,” Button Mash adds, “usually when people realize that they’re standing naked in front of another person, they scatter quickly to find something to cover themselves up with.”
“Ohh, that’s interesting, I’m guessing that people think it’s nice to not be naked in front of a crowd of people,” Cream Heart replies.
“Yeah, that’s kind of how society works,” Button Mash says.
“Society?” Cream Heart asks in confusion. That was a big word for her nearly empty head. “Oh, that’s the thing that we live in right?”
“Yes, yes it is,” Button Mash responds.
“Wait, if we’re not outside in society, why not be naked in front of each other right now?” Cream Heart asks. Button Mash hesitates to respond as she technically wasn’t wrong. Plus, a desire to keep looking at his mom naked kept nagging at his subconscious. He knew he had to answer honestly, and yet, part of him didn’t want to. “Don’t worry, if it makes you feel better, I can wear clothes when I’m around you, but based on what you’re saying, I think you can look at me nakey all you want while you’re inside the house,” Cream Heart adds, “I mean, I gotta show these massive titties off to someone right?” A silent celebration plays out in Button Mash’s head, since his mom basically just granted him permission to stare at her naked breasts. He decides to keep his mouth shut about the ethics between mother and son, and why they state that what they are doing was morally incorrect. Though he enjoyed eating his breakfast while looking at the two plump beach balls in front of him, Button Mash still felt guilty over this whole mess. His guilt was made worse seeing as how it seemed like the basic principles of societal behavior were slipping from his mom’s brain. He decides to tell her the truth.
“Hey mom, can I tell you something?”
“Of course son,” Cream Heart replies.
“You probably don’t remember this, but a couple of nights ago you drank a potion that was the color red,” Button Mash says, “that potion was brewed by Zecora as a ‘bimbo potion.’ It was designed to make the consumer think less and less, essentially making them dumber. I intended for my girlfriend Sweetie Belle to drink it. She expressed to me on the last date that we had that she wasn’t happy with the way that she thought too much. So I wanted to do something nice for her, and then you drank the potion and…well…I n-never could have predicted this.” Button Mash started getting a little emotional as he described these events in full, hoping that his mom would understand. However, a part of him didn’t want Cream Heart to understand the events he was describing so that she wouldn’t feel compelled to get mad at him. He almost missed the mom that would give him countless orders, not necessarily so he could relive those moments, but so his mom could remember who she was again.
“M-mom, ~sniff~ ~sniff~ , I’m so sorry,” Button Mash says, his words stumbling over his guilt and self-loathe, “It’s my fault you turned out this way ~whimper~ ” He rests his head on the table to mask his tear-covered face as he was almost sobbing. Cream Heart was sad that her son was so upset at himself, but her mind struggled to catch up with his confession. Eventually, she was able to put the pieces together.
“I drank something that was made for someone else,” Cream Heart replies, repeating what her son had said in a much simpler way, “oh honey, I’m so sorry!”
“What are you sorry for?” Button Mash asks, “you didn’t know.”
“But it would have been nice of me to ask,” Cream Heart replies, “I can be negligent sometimes so I wouldn’t be surprised if I had looked in the fridge at one point and it wasn’t there, then when I came back it had suddenly appeared.” She lightly caresses her son’s cheek, signaling him to look up at her. As he does, Cream Heart wipes the tears away from his face. “But you shouldn’t be upset with yourself over something like that. Look at me, I can’t remember or think about much of anything, but I’m perfectly okay with that.”
“So, y-you’re not mad,” Button Mash asks, hoping for the answer that would rid him of his anger towards himself.
“Of course not honey,” Cream Heart replies, “I forgive you.” Button Mash smiles at his mom’s reassurance. He was comforted knowing that she placed absolutely none of the blame on him. “Also, I’m under the assumption that mothers aren’t typically supposed to be naked in front of their sons,” Cream Heart says.
“Well, no,” Button Mash replies honestly. Though he was somewhat disappointed, he figured the first step towards normalcy was making sure his mom understood the basic concept of wearing clothes. He was glad that he stopped by the clothing store after work last night to pick up bras that would hopefully accommodate for her expanding chest.
“You know what? I’ll worry about that after breakfast,” Cream Heart says, continuing to eat with her son, who had started eating again himself. As she ate her pancakes, she ends up getting a little bit too much on her fork and a little bit of pancake and syrup fall onto her bountiful chest. “Whoops,” Cream Heart says with a giggle, “a little bit of pancakes got on my titties.” This alerts Button Mash’s attention, who watches as his mom fishes the piece out of her cleavage and pops it into her mouth. Suddenly, Button Mash wanted his mom to take the bottle of maple syrup in front of her and pour some onto her tits. The thought of looking at her shimmering skin dripping with excess syrup, getting to lick it all off of her. The slippery and slimy substance would probably feel good for Cream Heart too.
Button Mash catches himself fantasizing and tells himself that this is not how it should be. Despite his mom’s mercy, he knew he had to make things right. He was going to contact Zecora the second he could to request that she concoct an antidote for the bimbo potion. On top of that, tomorrow was Mother’s Day, so Button Mash was going to go to great lengths to get Cream Heart an incredible gift to make up for his mistake. Once the two of them finish up breakfast, Cream Heart goes into the bathroom to take her shower.
Meanwhile, Button Mash goes into his room to send a text to Zecora telling her to make an antidote for the potion as fast as possible. He does this right before jerking himself off to more fantasies of his naked mom performing various sexual acts. From thoughts of licking maple syrup off of his mom’s tits and ass to the two of them having sex in the kitchen or in the bathtub, Button Mash allowed himself to imagine all of the various sexual situations he could be in with his incredibly hot mother. He knew that this sexualized version of mom couldn’t last forever, so he was going to live out his fantasies the best way he could.
If only he could live them to the fullest.
Chapter 3- She Won’t Forget This
It was now Mother’s Day, which means that three days have passed since Cream Heart drank Zecora’s potion. But when Cream Heart woke up from her long night of sleeping in the nude, she didn’t remember that. She can’t even remember much from yesterday, let alone three days ago. In fact, the moment that she woke up, she already had forgotten what day it was. She had even forgotten what she was going to do today. Even though she had carefully thought out her plans, without them written out on a notepad, she was completely clueless. Instead of focusing on getting things done, a thought that never even came to her empty mind, Cream Heart picked a blade on her ceiling fan and watched it spin around and around until she got dizzy. She lets out a silly little giggle from her dizziness, then she forgot what she even found funny.
The next place that Cream Heart’s mind went to was her physique. She squeezed one of her boobies and was able to decipher that her breasts had exceeded the size of her head. It was as if her mommy udders were blown with a powerful pump to be bigger than basketballs. None of her bras were going to fit her, but Cream Heart had already accepted that, unaware of the thought that she could get more. She played with her new giant funbags for almost ten minutes before finally getting herself out of bed. She wondered if there was a way to look at how humongous her butt had gotten, before looking behind her to find her full-body mirror. It was there that she noticed her ass was even more plump and rotund than……
‘When was it ever smaller than this? ’ Cream Heart asked to herself in her head, which had plenty of space for discussion at this point. She didn’t know this, but Zecora’s bimbo potion worked a little too well. In fact, the only thing that Cream Heart could remember in that moment was how to twerk. So she turns around and puts her hands on her knees before popping her bouncy cheeks repeatedly. She looks back at herself to watch herself shake her ass seductively like she was trying to reel in a horny man. Cream Heart performs all kinds of sexy dances in the mirror, from hula to chair-twerking. She does this for about thirty minutes, completely forgetting about her routine and instead not having a care in the world about what she did today. Watching herself dance gets Cream Heart horny, so she masturbates with both her fingers and her special dildo.
It was unprecedented how Cream Heart could forget about everything she wanted to do with her life, and yet she could easily remember how to perform sexual acts. It was one of those core essentials to her physical well-being that were still engraved in her mind. Sex was one of the habits that she could perform on instinct alone, habits such as: eating, drinking, or using the bathroom. As Cream Heart rides her dildo like a merry-go-round, she thinks about all the men that she could have sex with. Then she remembers that she lives with an adult man named Button Mash, a fact that was very hard to forget. She didn’t know why she had never asked him to have sex with her before. Even if she had, she was incapable of remembering basic details about the previous day. Regardless, maybe it was time she got intimate with the strange man that she was living with for who-knows-how-long.
“And here you are,” the clerk says as she hands Button Mash a small gift-wrapped box. When Button Mash got off work, he made sure to get his mom a Mother’s Day gift that she would never forget. Even if she was descending into the ditzy bimbo lifestyle, he was going to ensure that his gift to Cream Heart was remembered forever. Button Mash leaves the jewelry store and makes the journey back home to surprise his mother with his gift. Little did Button Mash know that when he would arrive home, he was going to be the one surprised.
Once Button Mash makes it home, he opens the door to find the house in a moderate state of disarray. Clothes were littered across the living room, and there was a basket of some of his clean clothes that were yet to be folded and put away. He turns toward the kitchen area where he sees his mom, or at least what has become of his mom, making dinner.
“Hi honeyyy,” Cream Heart says, her tone having devolved from motherly to outright stupid. She walks around the kitchen counter and gives her son a big kiss on both the lips and cheeks. At this moment, Button Mash bears witness to his bimbofied mom’s choice of outfit and hair. Cream Heart’s white t-shirt was doubling as a bra, providing no effort to cover her midriff or her massive underboob. She also did not wear her green sweatpants all the way up, instead her vagina was visible and her bubble butt was on full display. This was probably due to her thighs having grown to be thicker than ever, stretching her sweatpants to their absolute limit.
Cream Heart had her hair in a double ponytail and was wearing makeup on her face that could only be described as, like a prostitute. Her plump lips had red lipstick on, her cheeks had an over-abundance of pink blush, and her eyes had black mascara and blue eyeshadow. These were makeup choices that the Cream Heart of the past would have found hideous. But now, she had no standards, because she had no thoughts. She was now nothing more than a simple, carefree, air-headed girl who couldn’t remember yesterday to save her life. Part of Button Mash knew that the busty bimbo in front of him was still his mom, but he couldn’t help blinding himself to that fact given her voluptuous appearance.
“I hope your hungry, cause I’m making my man a delicious meal,” Cream Heart says, going back around the kitchen counter to finish preparing a pot of mashed potatoes.“Sorry about my nudey booty,” she says with a giggle, “it’s so big that my pants don’t fit me no more. But I know how you boys love the booty, and the big titties, and big lips, heck, you boys love everything bigger.” Button Mash was having a difficult time restraining himself. His mom had not only lost her intelligence, but her inhibitions as well. Cream Heart was a pretty little bimbo slut, and though at first he didn’t want this, his mom’s transformation was all he could think about. His mom’s memory loss seemed to be contagious, because Button Mash couldn’t think about anything else. He didn’t think about his girlfriend Sweetie Belle, he couldn’t think about the antidote, he couldn’t even think about the potion that caused all of this, All Button Mash could think about, was sex with his mom.
“And I also know you boys love having a woman that will submit to your requests, not even thinking about what it entails,” Cream Heart continues, “but that’s okay. I don’t need to think, I just need to make sure that you’re happy.” Button Mash walks closer and closer to his mom, hunting his target like he was a lion in the wild, ready to pounce on his prey. The speech that was coming out of Cream Heart’s mouth only made Button Mash more aroused. The snake in his pants was growing to anaconda size, hungry for the best sex he could ever have.
“Wait,” Cream Heart says with a giggle, “silly me, I can’t remember, are you my son or my husband?” Button Mash hesitates for a brief moment. He was holding on to his last shred of resistance, until suddenly, he had none left.
“Can I tell you something?” Button Mash says. Cream Heart nods her head.
“It doesn’t fucking matter!”
Suddenly, Cream Heart found herself in the tight manly grasp of whoever was standing in front of her. Button Mash’s lips were tightly pressed against her mom’s, and his tongue wrestled with hers. Unlike what he expected, however, Cream Heart made no attempt to stop Button Mash from fulfilling his animalistic desires. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, silently giving consent to her man and his sexual escapades. Button Mash breaks the kiss and rips off his mom’s t-shirt, leaving her G-cup titties fully naked.
“Now, I want you to bend over the counter,” Button Mash requests, to which the bimbo in front of him mindlessly obeys. Cream Heart didn’t think about whether or not she should be doing this, in fact, she could barely think at all. “Good girl, now stay there while I give you the ride of your life,” Button Mash says with a devious grin, reveling in this new reversed power dynamic. Cream Heart wiggles her ass in anticipation while Button Mash gets himself prepared for insertion. He opens his mom’s butt cheeks in search of her vagina. He’s successful, and lines his massive dick up with his target. Button Mash and Cream Heart both moan as he slips his cock into her pussy. He proceeds to grab hold of his mom’s booty and thrusts into her like a jackhammer.
“ooohhh yesss uuunnnggghh~ ” Cream Heart moans, happy to satisfy her master.
“Yeah, you fucking like that you dirty bimbo?” Button Mash grunts, aroused by his mom’s tight pussy and bouncing ass.
“yes I doooooo!! ” Cream Heart replies, “I love you son, or, ahh hubby?”
“Please, unngh~ , call me daddy,” Button Mash says, wanting to take his new commanding position to the next level. He reaches around and grabs at his mom’s gigantic boobs as he continues fucking her from behind. He begins kissing and licking at her neck, arousing the sex-fueled bimbo below him.
“Okay, daddy,” Cream Heart responds in pure and utter compliance. She loved having her titties groped like this, and she loved taking a big log of meat into her womanhood.
“You’re my sweet little girl, ohh , and you do whatever I say right?” Button Mash asks, expecting what he considered to be the appropriate response.
“Yes! Ooohh~ always daddy! Cream Heart moans. Button Mash suddenly stops what he is doing, wanting to try something to test if his mom really meant what she said.
“Good girl,” Button Mash says, still kissing and biting at his mom’s neck, “let’s move over to the couch.” Cream Heart doesn’t respond, but instead follows her son, who was now her daddy, to the couch where she was sure she was going to please him even more. She leaves her green sweatpants behind on the floor, the last little bit of clothing she had on no longer covering the bare minimum. Button Mash sits down on the couch while Cream Heart awaits her next order. “Those tits look so nice and soft,” he says.
“Thank you daddy,” Cream Heart replies, putting her hands behind her back and twirling her foot on the ground and blushing over her man’s validation.
“I want you to wrap those tits around my penis so that daddy can cum onto them,” Button Mash says, gesturing as he talked, almost as if it wasn’t clear enough what he was asking for through his words alone, “making daddy cum will make daddy happy.”
“Making daddy cum will make daddy happy,” Cream Heart relays to herself, scratching her chin as she gave herself a moment to comprehend her daddy’s request, “ohh okay!” she says with a cute giggle. Cream Heart proceeds to walk up to Button Mash before kneeling down in front of his throbbing member. She takes a whiff of his musk, allowing the stench to dictate her actions like it was being produced by a mind control device. She wraps her massive tits around his cock before using both hands to jerk it off in-between her cleavage. Button Mash lets out a deep moan from the feeling of having his mom’s two giant chest-pillows enveloping and massaging his leaky pipe.
“Does daddy like?” Cream Heart says, emphasizing each syllable as if she was struggling to talk.
“Yes, ooh~ , daddy like very much,” Button Mash says. Somehow Cream Heart found herself aroused by her partners condescending tone. Talking down to her made her feel more like his precious little slave, which made her want to serve his master even more. Cream Heart continues to jiggle and rub her tits against the massive cock in front of her.
“Can I have your big daddy cock in my mouth?” Cream Heart asks, wanting to please her master even more.
“Only do it when daddy asks you too,” Button Mash responds sternly, wanting to make sure his mom new her place.
“Pretty please?” Cream Heart asks, now with more want in her voice and cuteness in her eyes. Button Mash decides that he simply can’t resist his mom’s charm. On top of that, he figured that it would be a bit extreme to not allow Cream Heart to make decisions for herself. He wanted to make sure that she was enjoying herself too after all.
“Okay, you may suck on my cock,” Button Mash responds warmly, caressing his precious bimbo’s gorgeous face, “but I want you to keep my cock in between those boobies.”
“Yes daddy, thank you,” Cream Heart replies before swirling her tongue around the tip of Button Mash’s dick. She then proceeds to lock her lips around it and bob her head up and down, still giving her daddy the titfuck he desired.
“Oh yeah~ , with this method I’m gonna cum in no time,” Button Mash says, “ohh~ , good girl! unngh… ” Cream Heart feels joy in her heart as she hears her master moan from her sexual abilities. Button Mash has his eyes closed as he moans, but occasionally he looks down to watch the tit/blowjob that he had only dreamed of receiving from his mom. Cream Heart’s face reflected exactly how many thoughts she had in her head. Her eyes were crossed and rolling backwards, as if what she was doing was limiting her cognitive thought, not that she needed help with that. The mindless bimbo could only focus on pleasing her master at this present moment. The sound of the smacking of Cream Heart’s tits fucking his cock, and of the glugs and moans that were elicited from her, were pushing Button Mash over the edge.
“I’m gonna fucking cum, mmmff~, don’t pull away, take it all down your throat for daddy, ” Button Mash moans as the bimbo below him picked up her speed, hungry for her daddy’s tasty cum. She couldn’t even think about the fact that Button Mash first wanted to cum on her titties, but now wanted to cum inside her mouth. That’s was one of the things Button Mash loved about this new power dynamic, he could change his orders on a whim and his mom wouldn’t question him at all. Cream Heart does as daddy says and keeps sucking his cock until, eventually, Button Mash spurts loads of his seed into his mom’s mouth and down her throat. Cream Heart’s cheeks puff up as her mouth is filled to the brim with her daddy’s cum. Even after his orgasm, Cream Heart continues to give Button Mash a tittyfuck, probably trying to squeeze every last drop of cum from his throbbing member.
“You can release my dick from your tits now,” Button Mash says, to which Cream Heart complies. As she pulls away from his cock, Cream Heart swallows all of the semen that Button Mash had shot into her mouth.
“Your daddy cum tastes really good,” Cream Heart comments.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” Button Mash replies, “because there is plenty more where that came from.” He lays down on the couch before giving his next command. “I want you to sit your ass down on my face, right now,” Button Mash demands.
“Does daddy like my plump booty on his face?” Cream Heart asks, scratching her chin.
“Oh, he loves it,” Button Mash replies with a slightly deeper sexier voice.
“Okay, sure,” Cream Heart says as she climbs on top of Button Mash, ready to plop her booty down onto daddy’s face. She descends, making the man below her feel comfortable with her soft fleshy pillows. Cream Heart starts twerking so that her man can feel her ass vibrate on his face. As she does this, Button Mash focuses on licking his mom’s pussy, making sure that her heat was properly tended to. Cream Heart begins gyrating her hips up and down and left and right so that she can feel even more pleasure as her master licked her wet pussy.
“You like this bubble butt daddy?” Cream Heart asks with a moan, “does your sweet little girl’s booty make you happy?” Button Mash moans his affirmation from underneath the mountainous butt cheeks that were making him twitch downstairs. That’s when Cream Heart decides to lean over and jerk off her man’s still erect cock. This made it so that her gyrations were a bit more rhythmic, and so she could get even pleasure from Button Mash’s tongue. “ohh f-fuck, lick me more daddy, I love your tongue on my pussy, ” Cream Heart moans as she continues to jerk off the hunk below her. She picks up the pace of her dick stroking for a few minutes before suddenly feeling her own orgasm approaching.
“Ohh <3 fuck me, that tongue is so f-fucking good, ” Cream Heart moans loudly, having halted her jerking off Button Mash’s cock. She decides to play with her tits, squeezing them and jiggling them around as if other men were watching her. She even goes as far as to pinch her own nipples, which carried her even further to her orgasm. “I’m gonna cum daddy, can I cum on your face? Cream Heart desperately asks.
“Mmhmm, Mmhmm,” Button Mash grunts, telling his precious angel that it was okay for her to cum. At that moment, Cream Heart lifts her butt up one more time before smashing it down on her man’s face. A flood of juices assaults Button Mash’s face, causing him to let out a deep moan of contentment. Cream Heart also moans, albeit louder and more whorish, from the intensity of her orgasm.
“That felt so good daddy,” Cream Heart says, lifting her butt off of Button Mash’s face so that he can speak, “what’s your next command for your little slut?”
“Why don’t you show me how well you can bounce your ass on my cock?” Button Mash asks with a mischievous chuckle.
“Yes daddy, I will,” Cream Heart answers, crawling across the couch to hover her ass over a different target. She gives her big booty a wiggle before lowering it onto Button Mash’s cock. The tip penetrates her pussy first before her body welcomes the rest of his manhood. “Ohh yess!! ” Cream Heart moans as she begins bouncing herself up and down on her man’s lap. She felt as if this was all she knew how to do, and that this was all she was meant to do.
“I love being yours daddy, my only purpose is to serve you and please your every desire,” Cream Heart moans, completely submitting to her man’s authority over her.
“That’s right, ahh~ you only please me, no one else, you’re all mine,” Button Mash purrs, continuing to assert his dominance over his own mother. Gone was the mom that would push him around at every turn, having been replaced by a submissive bimbo housewife thanks to Zecora’s potion. Button Mash loved this new version of his mom so much, he wouldn’t even mind if she was aware that she was his mom. The idea of having an incest relationship with his submissive mom made Button Mash’s heart sing as much as it made his cock twitch.
“You like watching my uunngh~ big booty bounce daddy?” Cream Heart coos with pleasure.
“Oh hell yeah,” Button Mash replies, “I want you to do this for me whenever I ask you to from now on, aahh <3 , you understand?”
“Yes daddy, yes daddy,” Cream Heart moans as she bounces on his man’s cock even faster, rapidly approaching her next orgasm. Button Mash could feel himself about to burst as well. Listening to his mom’s slutty bimbo moans, and watching her massive rear jiggle in front of him as she rode his cock took him on a wild ride that was nearing it’s end.
“I’m ready to f-fucking blow,” Button Mash moans.
“Yes! Claim me! Cum in me! Make me your bitch daddy! ” Cream Heart shouts as she rapidly bounces on her man’s dick before slamming her ass down, cumming only moments after her first intense orgasm. Not long after, Cream Heart feels Button Mash’s cream flood her insides like a tsunami. Both parties were breathing and sweating heavily, Cream Heart laying her naked body down on her man, who was incredibly satisfied with her performance.
“Oh, d-daddy,” Cream Heart says, barely managing to stay conscious, “I’m getting s-sleepy.”
“Hold on a minute,” Button Mash says, “before you rest, I have a gift for you.” Cream Heart allows her man to get off the couch and head to the kitchen counter to retrieve his Mother’s Day gift. Button Mash brings the small gift-wrapped box back to the couch to give to his mom. “Before I officially give this to you, I should probably make you aware that I’m not actually your daddy,” Button Mash admits, “that was just us using our imagination, because sometimes when you and your partner have sex, you do things like that. You’re actually my mom, and today is Mother’s Day. So I, as your son, have gotten you a present for this very special occasion.” He hands the gift to Cream Heart, who unwraps it to find a small blue box made with velvety fabric. She opens the box to find a ring decorated with red rubies, and a ruby heart to top it off.
“Oooh, It’s so pretty,” Cream Heart says, mesmerized by the beautiful jewelry like any other bimbo would be. Inside of the box was also a message saying:
‘My entire world has changed,
Happy Mother’s Day Cream Heart!’
“Oh my gosh,” Cream Heart exclaims as something unusual happens. A few memories start coming back to her, ones that reminded Cream Heart of what it was like to raise Button Mash. She recalled how much he loved her, and now that she had allowed her son to have sex with her, it seemed that Button Mash’s true feelings had been revealed. Most importantly, however, Cream Heart realized that she had forgotten that the man in front of her was her son. She wraps her arms around Button Mash, attempting to fight back tears of guilt, and failing.
“I’m so sorry son,” Cream Heart whimpers, “I didn’t mean to forget you.”
“It’s okay mom, I know you didn’t truly forget me,” Button Mash replies, “and to tell you the truth, I kind of expected you to forget that I was your son, given how strong the effects of the potion were.”
“The potion?” Cream Heart asks in confusion.
“But none of that matters now, because I love you no matter who you are or how much you forget,” Button Mash says with an earnest expression, “and now that you have this ring, you’ll never forget that I am not only your son, but your lover. And you know what? You can consider that ring from me, your own son, a wedding ring. I would love for you to be my wife.” If Button Mash was being honest with himself, he was surprised that he was hearing those words come out of his mouth. Even then, he meant every word he said. Cream Heart did not oppose the idea of having her son as her partner, in fact, she welcomed it with open arms, quite literally as she brought her son in for a teary-eyed hug.
“~sob~ I love you son, ~sniff~ , of course I’ll marry you,” Cream Heart says, accepting her son’s unexpected proposal.
“I love you too Creamy,” Button Mash says, using a cute pet name to describe his mom. He didn’t consider what other people would say when they saw them in public together, because it didn’t matter to him. Button Mash was proud to make his mom his bimbo wife, completely forgetting about his now former girlfriend Sweetie Belle. He made it a mental note to himself to break up with her later, and to tell her the honest truth about it. Button Mash couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with Cream Heart, dressing her up in pretty clothing, eating all of the delicious meals that she cooked, and having as much sex as they wanted.
Suddenly, Button Mash felt a vibration in his jeans. He takes his phone out of his pocket to see that Zecora was calling him. He realized that this was probably to let him know that the antidote for the potion was ready for pickup. Button Mash looked at his phone for a moment, reflecting on the opportunity that he had in front of him, before making a very important decision.
“Can you give me a second mom?” Button Mash asks, “I gotta take this.”
“You gonna come back and give me more loving after you’re done?” Cream Heart asks with her signature puppy dog eyes.
“Of course, babe,” Button Mash replies, getting his mom a little hot and bothered by using another pet name typically used between romantic couples. He leaves Cream Heart momentarily to take Zecora’s call in his bedroom. “Hey Zecora, good to hear from you,” Button Mash says.
“I am happy to tell you of my feat, the antidote for the bimbo potion is complete,” Zecora says with delight in her voice. “One more thing, what happened was because of me, for my misjudgment that led to this crisis, I am truly sorry.”
“I’m not,” Button Mash says.
“Excuse me?” Zecora responds with noticeable confusion in her tone.
“This has been the best weekend of my life,” Button Mash explains, “my mom went from an overbearing boss to busty submissive housewife material over the course of a few days. Even better, I just got to have sex with her.” Button Mash takes a deep breath, nervous about Zecora being the first one to admit this to. “I don’t want the antidote anymore Zecora.”
“Is this a path you are willing to walk? An incest relationship sounds like crazy talk,”
“Fine by me,” Button Mash says firmly, “I’m gonna marry her, and we’re gonna have the best life together. We’re both full of love for one another, so there’s nothing that’s gonna stop us.” Zecora takes a breath before accepting what Button Mash was saying. It sounded like he was really in love with his mother now, which wasn’t surprising since she was a totally different person as a result of the bimbo potion.
“If that is what you wish, I will leave you be, but if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” Zecora says, still leaving the offer open in case Button Mash had second thoughts.
“Thank you for understanding,” Button Mash says before hanging up the phone. He did feel bad about making Zecora spend all that time making an antidote that he was never going to use, but he would’ve felt worse throwing away this new relationship he had with his mom. He was thankful that what happened three days ago happened, because now he’s engaged to the most gorgeous woman in Equestria. The same woman that raised him, who would’ve vehemently opposed this idea in her original form. But now Button Mash’s mom was a ditzy empty-headed bimbo who was swayed by his manly sexual appeal. The only other thing Button Mash wanted now was to close every door that could prevent him from marrying his mom. He brings up Sweetie Belle’s name on his contact list and gives her a call. The phone rings for a moment before she answers.
“Hello, Sweetie Belle,” Button Mash says, taking in one last deep breath before breaking the news,
“You and I are done!”
