Chapter 20: Tears of Joy [Illustration]

It's been over two weeks since Anne entered Daniel's life as his self-declared slime mother. It may not seem like a long time, but the artist feels his days have become longer as he spends time with her.

As he spends time in her.

Worryingly, there isn't been a day where he hasn't done it with her. Although he's tried to maintain some level of moderation, Anne is simply too squishy and loving for his own good. The good news is that he seems to be lasting longer before filling her up; the bad news is...well, there's no real bad news yet. Daniel simply fears he will turn rotten while being spoiled so much.

Of course, Anne sees no problem enveloping her sweet artist. Although she doesn't receive any physical pleasure from connecting with him, she still takes great joy in holding her baby close. Such non-platonic, motherly love makes it difficult for Daniel to reject her snuggles and encouraging, cool touches.

The troubled painter exhales before glancing at Anne a few meters away from him, brushing on her canvas for another client portrait. He can't help but smile a bit at her concentration.

Ever since she transformed for him, Anne had already finished a few works in the backlog, including the nature painting he assigned. Daniel can still remember her anxiety when he introduced her as his assistant and credited the work to her. Although he wasn't worried about a negative assessment, Anne feared her work wasn't good enough. However, the client was delighted, causing his slime mother to glow from his praise.

Suffice to say, she's motivated to do more work.

While Daniel is proud, her growth confounds him. Anne cannot be considered a beginner anymore. Occasionally, she'll struggle with finding the right color or shade, but she's grasping concepts at an abnormal pace compared to a true beginner.

He can only attribute it to her being biologically different; thus, her learning rate is also different. Although he's proud of her artistic development, it hurts his pride to see her at the level he was in college so easily. That said, he can't be so insecure about it since she's helping him and enjoying it too! In the end, that's all that matters.

'If only I was like this with Mary,' Daniel thinks bitterly before dropping his head, ashamed. 'I really wasn't as mature as I should've been.'

He shakes his head, burying his regrets. At the very least, his ex still maintains contact with him for advice, shares interesting projects, and to...give him weird referrals. Perhaps, that is her revenge in a way.

His thoughts are interrupted by a vibration in his pocket. Pulling up his phone, he sees: 'Caller ID: Rachel.'

Daniel blinks, knowing she was last out of state a month ago and hasn't talked to her since. With a smile, he answers, "Hey there, Rachel."

Anne perks up, her head turning towards her son. Her mouth wriggles as Amy's appreciation and love for her friend fills her, but she quickly pivots away, knowing it can't be her business anymore. Unless something goes wrong, she tries hard to not let it distract her from her task on hand.

"You're coming back? When?" Daniel asks after an exchange of greetings.

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"I see. Well, hopefully when you're not too busy, we can-"

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"Ah, well, we'll play it by ear then. It's good that your presentation went well."

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"Ha ha, yes, I'm doing well. You don't need to worry."

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Daniel coughs. "Oh come on, you don't have to pry into my love life."

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"To be clear, Mary was the exception. She's doing fine as well."

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Daniel rolls his eyes and snorts. "Yes, I'm eating well."

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"Ha ha, of course. Have a safe flight."

With that, Daniel hangs up. He's about to turn to grab a glass of water before he stumbles back to Anne leaning behind him. Nearly pushing his chair off balance, he catches it with one hand and breathes out in relief.

"W-whoa, mom! You scared me!"

Anne smirks with a hand across her mouth. Although she tried, she really couldn't help listening in. "You know, it sounds like you two are closer than you made it seem when I asked. I'm feeling a bit jealous!"

Daniel clears his throat. "O-obviously! She helped support me when she didn't need to. It's just that she's been busier this year."

Anne drops her hand and hums approvingly." Well, Mama is glad! But don't forget, you have me now to lean on!"

"How can I forget?" Daniel questions before planting a hand on her shoulder, his eyes glinting. "After all, you're helping me with my backlog! Thank you!"

The slime girl frowns and puffs her cheeks. "Not like that! I'm saying as your mother, you should rely on me more!"

Daniel gasps, tapping a fist on his hand. "That's right! You can teach me how to cook better!"

"W-wha!? No, not like that either! If I do that, you'll rely on me less!"

The artist shakes his head silly. He proceeds to the hallways towards the kitchen to grab a glass while Anne follows, somewhat defeated.

"You really grew too fast," she mutters.

"I don't know what you'd expect. I think Amy would be proud to see me on my two feet."

"She would and I am!" Anne adds before sulking. "But mama wants to experience raising you; not just remembering it through her."

"Mom, I think you're overthinking it. Plus, you've been spoiling me more than enough," Daniel counters before sipping his glass.

Anne hums, undeterred, before gasping. "Wait, that's it! Why don't you let mama breastfeed you again?"

"Pffft!"

As water sprays out of Daniel's mouth, Anne claps her hands and hops. "Yes, that's perfect! I've read adult breastfeeding is a thing. It would also deepen our bond together!"

Daniel manages to recover, coughing a bit before he vacates his throat. "M-mom, that's uh..."

"Ah! Sorry," Anne sheepishly laughs. "Was that too much?"

The flustered artist rubs the back of his head. "Well, putting aside the fact you can't lactate, that's pretty unnecessary now."

"U-unnecessary?"

Anne looks like she's been hit with a brick as she stumbles back. She looks to the ground and squeezes the bottom of her blouse with pained eyes. "W-why would you say that? Can I not even try to relive some of Amy's memories with you?"

Daniel's heart softens at the sight of her mother's disappointment, and he reaches out to give her an embrace. Compared to having sex with her, allowing him to suckle at her chest isn't the craziest idea in the world.

He sighs. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that. Look, if you really want to try it, I guess we can. But let's be real here, 'nursing' me now isn't going to be anything like my mom experienced when I was a baby."

Anne squeezes her sweet artist tightly and harrumphs. "Mama knows that, but I still want to try!"

Daniel chuckles nervously as he feels her large chest squish against him. With a gulp, he finds himself looking forward to it, despite being buried in her chest most nights.

'Fuck, I'm not going to be able to focus today, am I?'

Despite that, he gently breaks away from his slime mother and hides behind a loving smile. "A-after dinner, okay?"

Anne hums, letting him go. She giggles as he swiftly returns to his station, remembering the times Amy nursed him as a baby. Of course, it won't be like that, but if possible, she'd like to make it special.

Before she can also return to her canvas, she notices Daniel left his water behind. Upon grabbing his glass to take back to him, her eyes widened.

'Wait, maybe...!'

"Daniel, I have an idea!" Anne announces, holding a carton of milk in her hand.

It's nighttime after they finish dinner. As promised, the artistic son sits on his couch before his excited slime assistant. Although he agreed to participate in her wish to "nurse" him, her eagerness makes him feel weird.

"Well?" Daniel urges carefully, then stares at the milk carton she's holding and shakes his head. "Don't tell me that you're going to spill milk over your chest to make it seem like you're lactating. I'd rather not have to deal with the mess."

Anne tilts her chin proudly. "Hu hu, of course not! Watch and learn! I can't believe I only thought of this now!"

Daniel raises an eyebrow as his slime mother sets aside the carton and removes her top clothes, displaying her large chest that jiggles nicely in her bra. Already, his member grows hard in his pants, causing him to silently curse himself for being so simple.

Still, he acts as if Anne's pleasant form is standard for him; at least until she removes her bra and allows the "skin" on her chest to dissolve, revealing her base blue jelly internals.

Seeing her son's confusion, Anne smiles wide and grabs the milk carton. Then, opening the lid, she holds it close to her mouth. At that point, the artist's eyes slowly pop out as he discovers her intention.

"No way...A-are you...?"

Anne grins. "Hehe!"

With that, she tilts her head and starts chugging the carton down. Daniel watches with his slumped shoulder as the milk travels in a line down his mother's fake esophagus, eventually splitting into two reservoirs within her breasts.

Soon, his slime mother's blue chest turns a few shades lighter. Nearly filled, Anne lets out a satisfied gasp and focuses on her son, whose mouth loosens over the display. Pleased by his reaction, she shakes her tits in front of him.

Slush! Swish!

Daniel watches the tits jiggle while sloshing milk around inside of her. It seems almost like he's witnessing a cartoon act, yet it's plain before his eyes.

After a few seconds, Anne stops. Any further, she might be making butter out of the milk!

Her skin comes out and wraps around her chest again, recreating her large tits with a proper nipple. However, this time, her nipples provide access to her milk reservoirs, causing her breasts to drip slightly.

"See? Mama can lactate now!"

Daniel breaks out of his shock, lurching forward from his seat. "The hell you are! Holy crap, what even is this?!"

Anne only smirks. While she cannot produce milk, seeing Daniel's glass of water sparked the idea that she could also hold anything inside. After all, she can control when to digest, and creating internal pockets is simple too!

With a finger to her lips, Anne winks. "No need to think too hard, sweetie. Mama has milk to provide, even if it's not of my own. With this, we can have a proper nursing session. Won't that be better?"

Daniel's face crumbles briefly before taking a deep breath. Give it to a slime girl to find new creative ways to do things. However, he had to admit...

'This is kind of hot.'

It's clear, given how his cock throbs at the sight of his slime mother's leaking chest. In any case, Daniel figures the milk might go to waste or be digested if he doesn't drink it.

No, that's totally just an excuse in his head.

Anne sits beside him, ready for him to lay across her lap. With her arms stretched out, she coos. "Now, let Mama have you! My baby must be so hungry!"

"Actually, we just ate, so I'm fine," Daniel flatly replies.

Anne pouts. "Don't try to be a smartass! Come, come!"

The artist relents and lies across his slime mother's lap. As he does, she wraps one arm around his back while the other supports his head.

Witnessing her nipples dripping slowly, he gulps and feels his member strain further against his fabric. Even though he's prepared for this, seeing her "lactating" breasts, the situation hits him as he shivers.

'I'm...actually about to be breastfed!'

He shuffles his eyes away to her stomach less the heat reaches his face, but then...

Drip...drip.

Daniel pauses as wet droplets spill onto his face. He figures it might be the milk but turning his head upward, his breath comes to a stop as he sees Anne actually brimming with tears!

NSFW Illustration (and bonus sequence): https://itaku.ee/posts/176518

"Y-you're...actually..." he starts, his voice broken with astonishment. Unable to help himself, he lifts his hand to gently wipe her face, which she accepts with a happy cry, rubbing her cheeks against his palm.

'She's beautiful like this...no, wait.'

Before Daniel could come back to his senses, Anne stifles an embarrassed giggle and sticks her tongue out. "Actually, Mama filled her head with water earlier."

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How resourceful.