Today marked Claude's fifth year in this world. By now, he was a lively five-year-old who could walk, run, and talk without trouble, especially since the language here matched his old one.
He could even read and had started writing the alphabet—his own name included.
When Claude was just a year old, his mother, Dalia, would take him for walks around town. It was a quaint place, not the small village he initially thought, but certainly not large either.
Dalia often brought him out in his stroller, letting him enjoy the sights. His favorite part? The gatherings of town mothers.
It was a dream for his much older mental self—what he called the "MILF gatherings."
That gathering felt like heaven to him as all the mothers in this town were so damn hot and sexy.
The way their ass swayed and their boobs that were bigger after giving birth was heaven.
However, today, the MILF gathering had a special purpose: his fifth birthday party! His family had organized a small garden celebration.
A large cake sat in the center, surrounded by tables filled with gifts, food, and drinks. A few umbrellas provided shade, a small relief from the oppressive August sun.
Claude, dressed in a simple black shirt adorned with a dark blue bow at the collar and matching black pants, looked particularly dashing.
His bright blue eyes, rimmed with a striking yellow ring just like his mother's, and his dark raven hair made him stand out.
He was already popular among the other kids, but he wasn't interested. After all, mentally, he was twenty-eight.
'Hell yeah, MILF is the best,' he thought with a smirk, watching the mothers arrive with their kids, presents in hand.
The first to approach was Sophia, a widow with short red hair and matching red eyes. Her very presence screamed confidence and allure.
She wore a tight red dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her figure, and her signature red lipstick completed the look.
In one hand, she carried a gift, while her other hand held that of her daughter, Olive, a bratty girl around his age.
"Awww, little Claude! Happy birthday, darling!" Sophia cooed, handing him the present.
Claude took it with a polite smile, handing it over to his mother before grinning mischievously. 'This is my chance!'
Without hesitation, he hugged Sophia, pressing his small frame against her. He was tiptoeing to be able to reach her breasts as his hand was going down to her big ass and squeezing it tight.
Enjoying being a child when no one dares to think he was a pervert.
'Holy shit, that's a good ass right there,' he thought, enjoying the soft buttocks in his hand. 'This woman smells good too!'
Sophia let out a small surprised gasp, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh, you naughty boy!" she laughed, brushing it off as childish innocence.
Claude beamed up at her, "Thank you, Mrs. Sophia, for the gift!"
Sophia smiled and ruffled his hair, "Your son is really smart for his age," she remarked to Dalia, who stood nearby.
Dalia chuckled softly, her smile masking the slight sadness in her eyes. "Yes, he's growing up so fast. He speaks so clearly now."
Claude crossed his little arms and pouted.
'Ck, that bastard Theo! Off on some job outside of town and can't even make it to my birthday! I knew he was no good from the start!' His frustration grew as he kicked the dirt with his foot.
"Awww, look at him! Isn't that the famous black rain frog stance?" Sophia suddenly cooed, leaning down to pinch his chubby cheeks.
Her words caught the attention of all the other mothers, and soon they surrounded him.
Claude loved the attention, but right now, it was downright embarrassing! He huffed, a mixture of flustered and annoyed.
Thanks to Theo, his infamous "black rain frog" pout was now known all over town!
'This is crushing my dignity!' he thought, puffing his cheeks more as he glared at the ground.
'Even when he's not here, that man still finds ways to ruin my life!' His eyes darted around the circle of women.
But his irritation quickly vanished, replaced by awe as he was once again distracted by the sight of swaying hips, big breasts, low-cut dresses, and that intoxicating scent of their perfume.
'I mean... can't stay mad forever, right?' He practically drooled as his eyes wandered.
The allure of their curves was overwhelming, and the heady aroma of their presence surrounded him like a warm cloud.
The line of mothers giving presents continued, and finally, his favorite appeared: Aubree, the wife of the town's chief and hands down the most well-endowed woman in town.
Her long blonde hair flowed down her back, and her purple eyes sparkled as she walked toward him.
Every step made her hips sway in that hypnotizing way, and her tight white dress struggled to contain her generous curves.
'Good lord, that chest is a masterpiece,' Claude thought, his eyes wide with wonder.
'How much weight is that thing carrying? Could probably take out a small army.'
Aubree smiled warmly, holding out a large gift box, much bigger than the others. "Happy birthday, little one," she said in that smooth voice of hers.
Claude's arms shot out, "Hug! Hug!" he demanded, grinning from ear to ear.
She laughed—a sound so soft and melodic, he swore it could heal the sick. "Alright, come here." Aubree lifted him into her arms, as he rested on her gigantic tits.
He buries his face on her chest, sniffing it, and smells all the pheromones that come out from it. It gives him life while his hands squeezed her breast tightly.
'Heaven…' he thought, squeezing her a little more. 'This is the life. This woman… God bless her and her… uh, assets.'
Claude might not have a super power yet, but he could smell women pheromones from far away.
That smell makes him know their moods and needs. For example, he knew when a woman was in high libido, or when they were sad or angry.
'Lord, this woman right here is horny.' he thought, peeking up at her flushed face with a mischievous grin.
'Oh? You like it don't you?'
Just as he prepared to enjoy his victory, a firm hand suddenly pulled him away.
"I apologize, Mrs. Blackwood. This child is being completely inappropriate," a stern voice interrupted. Claude recognized it immediately.
It was his father, Enzo.
'Godman this cuckold, what a killjoy.'
Claude groaned inwardly as he flailed his small arms and legs in protest, still reaching for Aubree.
Aubree chuckled softly. "Oh, Enzo, it's fine. He's just a child."
'Hear that?! Let me get my boobs again!'
He struggled in Enzo's grasp, glaring back at his father. He responded with a pinch to his thigh, making Claude flinch.
'This asshole.'
He wanted to do something dramatic—spit, cry, even wet himself—to show the world what a terrible father Enzo was.
But when he caught a glimpse of his mother, Dalia, looking sad, he decided against making a scene.
'Just you wait, I'm gonna kick your balls someday,' he promised to himself.
The party eventually kicked off, and Claude, with the help of both his parents, blew out the candles and cut the cake.
His internal monologue continued as he made a silent prayer.
'Thank you for this life, God. I hope it's filled with nothing but boobies and ass! Hell yeah!'
As he enjoyed a bite of cake, fed lovingly by his mother, Claude grinned, savoring the sweetness.
But then, his father leaned in close, whispering into his ear, "Eat and be healthy, you little piece of shit."
Claude's eyes went wide. A strange heat spread through his body, and his throat felt like it had been scorched.
He gasped for air as his face turned blue, his vision blurring. The sensation was unbearable, as if he had swallowed molten iron.
He coughed violently, and to his horror, blood spewed from his mouth.
Poison.
His cuckold of a father had poisoned him!
As he struggled to stay conscious, he cast one last glare toward Enzo.
'Fuck you, Enzo!' he cursed internally before darkness overtook him.