M.O.M.M.I. - Chapter 2

“Um…y-yeah…I is Edan–I mean, I’m Edan…” muttered Edan, his jaw still slack on the pavement as he gazed upward at the 6’9” beauty on his doorstep. The way her warm, blonde hair glistened in the morning light was practically angelic. Her shadow dominated his, corralling his form within the rigid borders created by her bright blue mom jeans and her plaid, purple and white shirt. She was mesmerizing–so much so that it took Edan several seconds to realize he had fallen completely silent, “...Oh, uh…a-and you are?”

Cracking a vivacious smile, the towering woman couldn’t help but giggle at Edan’s stuttery introduction. “Don’t be silly. It’s Jenn, ya knucklehead,” she said, closing the gap for a big hug with a kind of implied familiarity that left Edan dumbfounded. “Well, are you gonna invite me in or not?”

A deer in headlights, if there ever was one, the only “Jenn” that Edan was familiar with was his 52-year-old aunt with a busted hip who lived halfway across the country; this was clearly not her. Be that as it may, he was powerless to stop himself from thinking with his cock while his face was squished against two mounds of soft flesh. “S-Sure. Won’t you come in?” he said as if unwittingly inviting a vampire into his house.

Releasing Edan from her mama bear hug, the scent of unbridled manhood was the first thing to impact Jenn’s nose as she breached the doorway, followed swiftly by the ragged state of Edan’s boxed-up bachelor pad. Both would be remedied in due time. At least, he’d taken the time to store most of his adult things, something that would help make the transition much easier. “And here I thought we’d be spending all day getting all your boring boy stuff packed up. Such a good little helper,” she said, ruffling Edan’s hair as she walked past him.

Unfortunately, Edan’s sleepy, short-circuiting brain left his eardrums unable to process any of the red flags in Jenn’s statement. “Y-Yeah…totally,” he said absentmindedly while levying the potential idea that he was still dreaming. He rubbed his tired eyes with his thumb and forefinger as he nudged the front door closed. “So, what are you, uh…” His voice faded as he took a moment to recall the events of the past two minutes,” …why are you in my house?”

Snickering again, Jenn spun around on her toes, taking in the rest of her surroundings as she shifted her attention back to Edan. “Aw, still playing coy?” she teased, only for her maternal grin to fade as she stared into Edan’s face of utter confusion. “Y-You are Edan Story, right?”

“Yeah…still me,” Edan said, his tone sharpening as the facade that he was dreaming collapsed rapidly. “We’ve established this twice, so can you please explain why you’re in my house now?” He let out a nervous laugh, attempting to add levity to a conversation that was growing increasingly tenuous, but his laughter would not be reciprocated.

No longer smiling, Jenn’s patience was wearing thin. “Okay, listen, buddy boy. I’m all for fun and games, but whatever bit this is, it needs to stop,” she said sternly, placing her hands on her hips. Why was Edan treating her like such a stranger? They’d been chatting constantly for the past several days on the M.O.M.M.I. portal about all the exciting and horny things they wanted to try together. In essence, she thought she’d finally met her perfect match.

Joining a matchmaking service like M.O.M.M.I. was very far outside the norm for Jenn, who had spent much of her 20s struggling to find a partner. Her height may have been alluring to many from afar, but it didn’t take long for most guys to run for the hills once they got close enough. And the ones who didn’t tended to view her as some sort of great challenge to be conquered. Those relationships rarely lasted long after coitus, especially once her special interest came into play.

Perhaps it was a lifetime of being scorned by insecure boys for her height. Maybe it was the fact that she had grown up the youngest in a family with three older brothers constantly picking on her. Whatever the reason, once she was old enough to possess a sex drive, Jenn became infatuated with the idea of having a submissive boy toy to dominate and humiliate at her whim; someone she could spoil as the baby brother–nay, the baby sister she’d always wanted. Sadly, the hyper-masculinity of the average male in his early to mid-20s was a strikingly difficult wall for her to overcome. Even the rare guys who at first were eager to let her dominate them often chickened out before things could get steamy. She didn’t want a man trying to micromanage her in the bedroom. She wanted complete control of a silly and slightly stubborn sissy who was too subby for his good.

Enter the Matrons of Motherhood Matchmaking Institute. Her expectations could not have been more tempered after catching an ad on TubeTube, but that didn’t stop her from whipping out her phone moments later to check out the website. “A matchmaking service that systematically pairs subs and doms based on personal and sexual preferences.” It sounded too good to be true. However, despite her skepticism, she soon found herself swooning over Edan’s profile after the site’s lengthy questionnaire had matched them together. He was everything she had been searching for in a significant other: a shorty with a youthful complexion who was into all the right fetishes. Bondage, findoming, CNC, even crossdressing and diaper play. There was nothing she was into that he wasn’t; a fact that made her feel wanted in every conceivable way.

It was no surprise that, with how well Jenn and Edan hit it off, the two of them were immediately on board with opting into M.O.M.M.I.’s special live-in trial program. For a substantial fee, budding partners could be flown out to meet and live with their sub or dom for two weeks, with M.O.M.M.I. covering all expenses and even providing redecorating kits to help kickstart a submissive’s new, Mommy-controlled lifestyle. To Jenn, the steep price tag was insignificant when compared to the lifetime of happiness she stood to gain. Her love life may have started rocky, but with the M.O.M.M.I.’s help, it appeared as though everything was finally falling into place.

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“The M.O.M.M.I. what?!” shouted Edan, gnawing on the tips of his fingernails as he paced back and forth across the living room carpet. After listening to Jenn’s absurd explanation, he was half tempted to call the police. It was simply too bizarre to be true, and yet, there was no denying the reality of the situation as he glared into his phone screen at the notification that had rudely woken him at five in the morning: a $10,000 deposit charged to his credit card. “I’m sorry, but none of this makes any sense. I’ve never signed up for any dating services, let alone…something like this. No offense.”

Feeling as though a black hole had opened up in the pit of her stomach, Jenn couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I don’t understand. You told me that you couldn’t wait to see me,” she said, presenting her message log to Edan. “If I wasn’t talking to you, who was I talking to?”

“I genuinely have no idea,” replied Edan, his guilt over spoiling Jenn’s romantic future sparring for dominance with the fear he felt for his financial security. “Look, I’m just as upset about this as you are. I’m gonna have to cancel my card because of this. Do you remember if there’s any way to get a refund on the deposit?”

Shaking her head solemnly with her phone propped up in her lap, Jenn hadn’t even considered the possibility of needing a refund before now. As far as she knew, there was only one way to get a deposit back, and that was if one or both parties declared M.O.M.M.I. had made an incorrect match after the two-week trial. “We’ll find you the perfect match or your money back!” was a giant part of their ad campaign, after all. “From what I’m reading online, we can get our deposits back, but we have to live together for two weeks before declaring ourselves incompatible, or the deposit is forfeit,” she said dejectedly.

“Yeah, that’s anti-consumer bullcrap. I’m disputing the charge, and I suggest you do the same,” Edan said, his short temper rearing its ugly head. He wasn’t deliberately trying to be rude. It was simply that he was rattled by the idea of some random person stealing his identity to the point where minding his manners fell to the wayside. Having already wasted enough time, he tabbed over to his credit card app and tried to log in.

“Incorrect Username or Password.”

“Oh, for Goddess’s sake,” bemoaned Edan, scowling as he re-entered his password slowly, only to be met with the same error message. “Great. That’s just great. And I can’t even call the bank until Monday. Can you believe this?” Frustrated, he chucked his phone at the empty couch.

“No…No, I can’t,” said Jenn, her eyes narrowing as she recalled one of the many fantasies Edan had entrusted her with. Specifically, he’d told her how hot it made him to think about losing control of every aspect of his life, even to the point of losing access to his credit card. As far as coincidences go, this was certainly a glaring one. Slowly but surely, suspicion began to rise in the back of Jenn’s mind.

TWINGE!

Stopping mid-pace, Edan had staved off his morning piss for long enough, and his body was prepared to revolt. “I’ll be right back. I gotta take a piss,” he said, exiting the living room and leaving Jenn to her own devices.

Sat alone with her thoughts for the first time since Edan opened the front door, Jenn’s suspicion gave way to speculation. From the locked card and moving boxes to his over-the-top denial, everything surrounding Edan was almost too on the nose. Could it be that this was all some big ploy? Was he feigning ignorance to play into the idea of having some giant woman forcefully take command of his life? Her lower lips grew moist at the thought.

Jenn needed a way to confirm it. Luckily, the perfect solution presented itself in the form of Edan’s discarded cell phone, which was lying face up on the couch; yet another huge convenience. She pulled out her phone and opened Edan’s messages on the M.O.M.M.I. app. If he was lying about his identity being stolen, then the easiest way to tell would be if she could ping his phone through the app. After all, that app shouldn’t be anywhere near his phone, considering he claims to have never heard of M.O.M.M.I. “A simple kissy emote should be enough,” she whispered under her breath, biting her lip as she pressed send and prayed for the best.