-POV Elion 

It's been six months since the day I woke up in this world. Everything seems to indicate that I was reincarnated, or at least I wanted to think so, since the other option was that I'm having some kind of weird dream while my real body is lying in a hospital bed, with mutilated legs, waiting for me to come out of a coma. Yeah, on second thought, hopefully that's the first option. 

But hell, if I'm really reincarnated, couldn't I have a little more luck? A normal family, for example? If there's some divine being out there, I'm sure he's got it in for me, what a jerk! Ugh! Was it that hard to give me a break in this new life? 

I think about this as another spoonful of mush falls into my Maw . "Say ahhh for Mommy, Eli ~❤️," says Thaléa, my mother, bringing the spoon closer and showing me how I should move my mouth. 

Presently, we are in the dining room, where my mother placed me in a chair next to her. That's right, at six months, I can already sit on my own! I'm amazing, aren't I? Even my mother says I'm a genius.

As I follow her instructions and open my mouth to receive the delicious apple mush, I hear two other voices nearby, much softer. Children's voices. 

"Good morning, Mom, good morning, Eli! ~❤️," my sister Rainea says in a sweet voice as she walks past me, pats my head and sits in the chair across from Mom. 

After that melodious, almost angelic voice you'd think nothing could ruin the moment, but there's a reason they say never open your mouth too soon.

You hear a squeaky, loud cry, "Mom, Elion's in my chair again!" This scream couldn't come from anyone but my jerk of a brother, Aran.

When mom heard this, her beautiful face puckered, her full lips parted and her voice echoed, "I put him there, besides you're the oldest, behave like one and sit in front of your brother!" mom said, showing great irritation in her expression. She's always been a little more accommodating to me than to my brothers, maybe because I'm the youngest, but who am I to complain, who wouldn't like to have a beautiful older woman who is accommodating to you?

As Mom lowered her head to scoop up more mush with her spoon and Aran sat across from me, I shot him a mischievous look, accompanied by a grimace. ["I'm the new king of this house, you idiot, worship me!"]. At that instant, Aran shouted again, "Mom, the baby is making faces at me again, he must be possessed!".

Hearing this, mom raises her head to exchange glances between Aran and me. She sees me with my chubby little face, puppy-dog eyes, looking straight into hers and Aran with one arm in the middle of the table and the other pointing at me, making an "I told you so!" face. Thaléa just sighed.

"Aran, honey, life is hard enough for me without you making things up about your brother." With every word out of her mouth, Aran's expression decayed more and more until she finally took her seat again.

["Ha ha ha ha, you deserve it, you idiot."]. I couldn't help but mock Aran in my head as the boy turned his resigned gaze to the small plate of food in front of him.

Finally, all the remaining members of my small and dysfunctional family had gathered at the table. Well, grandma is missing, but she doesn't live with us, so I won't count her for today. First and foremost was, indisputably, me! The last time I looked at myself in the reflection of the water, my face looked notoriously chubby; both my hair and eyes were completely black, darker than night. My hair was shoulder length, and although my face was plump, it was well proportioned. I imagine that's one of the advantages of being an elf. However, when comparing myself to other elves, whom I'd rather not mention, ahem.... ahem: Aran, my appearance seemed rather ordinary. I seem to have inherited almost all of Mom's attributes, except for her beautiful blue eyes. But what surprised her the most was that I also had the same mole under my mouth. I remember she was extremely happy when she noticed it and kept giving me kisses. 

"Muah.... muahhh....muahhh....muahhh.... !~❤️ who's the pretty little thing that looks like mommy?" he would say as each of his kisses landed on my chubby face, it's been a few months since then but I can still remember the tingle in my body every time those thick lips left a saliva mark on my skin, and I could only be thankful that the only part of my body that worked like a horny teenager's was my depraved brain, because otherwise I don't know how I would explain a baby having an erection.

Then we have Rainea, my older sister. She must be about seven or eight years old, she has a slim body, although she doesn't look sickly, on the contrary.She has a lovely, well-proportioned face and plump cheeks, befitting her age, black eyes and brown hair. She was a cute little girl now, but in a few years, she was surely going to become one of the biggest beauties I had ever seen. She grew up with a kind personality, although a bit reserved. Despite this she was very affectionate when mom let her take care of me. Kisses all over my body no matter how secluded the places, hugs and cuddles were never lacking. Completely the opposite of her twin brother Aran, although her beauty was superlative she was not the kind of beauty a man should have, she was a very feminine beauty, red lips, brown hair and black eyes, Although her small body was slim you could not see any muscle under her skin, if I had not seen him naked I would be sure that she was a pretty girl, although... that what she has between her legs is certainly not what you could call a penis.

Sure we were still young and hadn't developed properly, but by now my baby thingy was bigger than his boy penis, sometimes when mom would tell Aran to change my diaper I could see the anger on his reddened feminine face, contrary to his beautiful appearance Aran was horrible inside or at least he was with me, because I could see he loved mom and Rainea, I had more or less some guesses as to why this animosity towards me, but nothing one hundred percent confirmed.

Let's move on to the beautiful woman who, at this moment, is feeding me the delicious mush. Now that I can describe her in more detail, she is absolutely what on earth we would call a MILF, my mother is a MILF! She is not a woman with a slim body, big tits and big ass, no, she is the most real type of milf, a plump female with slices surrounding her stomach, incredibly plump legs and ass, the kind of ass that you want to leave marks on from your hands after spanking it and your teeth after biting it, although she had some traces of cellulite on this part of her body, what did it matter? After all, this was what real women were like, besides, in my eyes this only made her look like a much more desirable woman, not to mention her gigantic udders, this woman had the perfect body to get pregnant over and over again. Someday I was going to get my hands on that delicious ripe body, someday.....

Being surrounded by indescribable beauties was something that made me rethink whether the situation of being reincarnated in this family had really been so bad, although certainly not everything could be good. According to conversations I had overheard between my mother and siblings, when Thalea's husband, whom she called "my father," found out she was having a third baby, he panicked. Food was barely enough to feed four people, and the prospect of having to take care of five was overwhelming. On multiple occasions, he tried to convince Thalea to have an abortion, but she refused each and every time. 

Surely filled with dread at the responsibility, he left one day and never returned. It seems that, regardless of time, place or species, there are men everywhere who are low in testosterone and incapable of assuming their responsibilities. What surprised me the most was: why was Mom saying this to the twins? Perhaps out of spite? Did she want the boys to start hating their father? Or was she simply looking for someone to share her misfortunes with? Most likely the latter, since in the six months I've been in this world, she has never crossed words beyond cordiality with other adults.

This issue was also the reason why I thought Aran hated me. It seems that he was close to his father and blamed me for their separation. Honestly, I didn't care, but if this was really the reason Aran hated me, he had to have some problem in his little head. At this point, I was already wondering if I should be a little nicer to him just out of pity. 

But after learning all this information for the first time since I came to this world, I became restless. It seemed that Thalea's husband was the breadwinner of this household, so I couldn't help but wonder what the hell are we going to feed on from now on?

Fortunately, it seemed that the twins also had the same questions for our mother. who replied, "Hahaha, calm down kids, those are not your responsibilities. Leave the worries to mom." Days later, the children insisted again and mom had to "truly" say why she wasn't worried. The kingdom offered a small pension to single mothers, which only covered some basic expenses. This, with some of our mother's savings, meant that she could live a financially peaceful life, at least until we were adults.

Which relaxed me quite a bit. Honestly, I was thinking about how I could create some kind of synthetic drug and become rich on the backs of addicted elves, but it looks like it won't be necessary. We won't have to worry about money, at least until I'm about 17. It seems that, although we were in a time similar to the Middle Ages, the legislations for this kind of cases were on the right track and, although it was barely enough for just enough, I could feel that it was one less problem for my future self."

Thinking about this had left me quite tired. My baby body could barely stay awake for a few hours, but when I think too much, this time seems to shrink even more. I was done with my delicious mush and now I just wanted to close my eyes. I squealed, "Waaaaaaaaaaah!", raising my little arms, waiting for my mother to lift me up, and just as if it was a magic trick, that's what happened. "Are you sleepy already, Eli? Looks like my baby's a little lazy~fufufu ~❤️!". With that, Mom lifted me up in her arms. I could feel her giant boobs pressing against my face, acting like a giant pillow, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Aran's jealous look. ["Another victory for me, you idiot!"], I thought before drifting off to sleep on my mother's comfortable body.