Progression Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Progression Ch. 01

... like, but he could only imagine how gross it felt.

"Okay... um... do you feel like that all the time?" he tried, "Every time you look in a mirror or whatever?"

She didn't answer for a moment, then when he did, she sounded thoughtful, which was a good sign."Maybe not all the time, no. I... I feel good when I get dressed... now that I think about it, it's usually right after I take a picture. I look at it and immediately my eyes go straight to my flaws. Take the second picture I just sent you, for example. Look at my arms, don't you think they look a little flabby, like bat wings?"

Rory looked at the picture again, purely objectively, but try as he might, he didn't see what she saw. They just looked like arms to him. "All I really see is the tone in your biceps," he said. "We should totally have a flexing contest when I come home for vacay," he added, jokingly.

Obviously not buying it, she plowed on, sounding a little impatient."Alright, then how about my waist? I have no womanly curves, you have to admit that."

Again, he looked, and again, he couldn't agree with her. "Mom, you're seeing things."

To his surprise, she halfway exploded at him, taking him back to the time where she finally lost her patience and accused him of trying to baby her for living alone. He hung his head, feeling a little shamed.

"No I'm not, Rory! You don't get it," she miserably said."You bulked up so nicely and I'm still- I'm still fat and ugly."

"Mom..."

Rory felt a stab at ...

... pain at hearing his mother sound so disheartened. He wished he could hug her, stroke her hair and make her see that she was more than what a picture showed. He got up and started pacing to work off the nervous energy, his mind once again going into overdrive to work out a solution. He could fix this.

If she only truly felt insecure after taking pictures, then maybe they should stop, or, better yet... change it up. Rory paused in front of the hallway closet, his eyes riveted down on his phone and the pictures she had sent him. The answer was staring right back at him. He just needed to focus. Think. Think.Think.

Rory jerked his head up, his eyes wide with an idea.

"Have you tried taking nudes?"

The silence from her end went on for so long he seriously began to wonder if they'd been disconnected. But then she laughed, sounding appropriately bewildered.

"Excuse me?"

"Hear me out," he exclaimed, and began pacing again, his lips curving with a smile. "You know the saying, 'the camera adds ten pounds?' Yeah well, I think that's what you're experiencing!"

"Oh... maybe..."

"Your clothes might be bulky looking on camera or something," he lied, knowing he was close to getting her to believe him. "Take them off, and voila!" Rory stopped pacing again, feeling giddy at having come up with such a simple solution. "Try it. Start with just a torso shot to see how it makes you feel."

She hesitated, her tongue clicking in an unconscious habit."Um, okay... but only if ...