You stopped feeling around your new curves as your mother entered. She glanced at you, then away, then back at you, her mouth wide open. You realized quickly she was taking in your changes. She had to look down at you now, something that hadn't happened since your growth spurt during puberty.
"Mom?" you started, standing there awkwardly with your newly diminished height and enormous ass and hips. "What's happening?" There was some fear in your voice.
"Oh, Cathy," she went to hug you when you both saw that she too had some changes. Her lower half now resembled what yours once had. Her legs were longer, leaner, her ass no longer gigantic, her hips far less wide. She had also gotten your height. Her clothes had morphed to adjust, too. Her upper half, though, was still pudgy, and only her belly having decreased just a little.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't-" you started to stammer, trying to cross your arms and place your hands on your huge hips at the same time.
"No dear, it's not your fault. Come, let me explain," she stepped as awkwardly as you did unadjusted to her new shape as she was.
It was obvious to you that by putting on your mom's pants you had swapped lower halves with her. It was also obvious your mom was fully aware of what just just happened. You bumped your hips into the door frame, then the table, then the couch as your mom lead you to the living room. Walking was strange to you now. Your center of gravity had shifted, your stride had shortened, and your whole lower half wobbling was a new and, given your past desires, strangely appealing sensation. Gaining a little bit of tummy weight from college snacking could not have prepared you for what it would be like to truly expand like this.
"Have a seat," your mom said, speaking in her soft, calming motherly voice. You complied. The couch went down further than you remembered. You had another moment of panic as you realized your legs just barely touched the floor. But, as with having your hips and ass bump into everything when you walked or turned, there was that sense of excitement about it.
"Cathy, our family has a secret. We're not the only ones, but the rules are different for everyone and even for each generation. You see, at least one child of each generation in our family has a . . . gift."
"Is a giant ass a gift?" you asked with a smirk. Your mom continued.
"We can change parts of our bodies. Sometimes it's taking from others, or swapping with them, but it's different every time. I can already tell what your gift is. When you wear another's clothing you will get their traits and the other person yours. As you can see," she motioned to her now taller figure and lean legs. "It looks like its linked to what piece of clothing it is."
"Like I have your lower half but still my upper half?" you said. It was a lot to take in. But then, the proof was right here. There was no denying this.
Your mom patted her belly, "Looks like it. Cathy, you're taking this awfully well."
You shrugged, not knowing exactly what to say. "It's just so much to take in. It's not so bad, mom." You were afraid to ask if you could change back. You ran your hands along your hips as you leaned back, looking at your mom with an expression that said 'What can you do, right?'
"You can probably-hopefully-get your figure back by just wearing some of my clothes now. They probably all changed to match my new figure so you'll have to do some wiggling to fit into them. I'm sorry this is how you found out," she looked like she really felt bad, too. Of course she would, you thought. Most young college-age former gymnasts would be devastated by a transformation like this. Cathy's initial panic had already turned to curiosity, if not acceptance or joy. Your thoughts raced. You wanted to see what you looked like. You wanted to see what it felt like to walk up stairs like this. You wanted to examine every inch of your new wide hips and see if your ass really did stick out as absurdly far as it did.
After years of enjoying it when your females friends put on weight, as rare as that was given your athletic company, you rarely dared to imagine yourself getting fat. You would often imagine how awkward and embarrassing it was for your friends if they were to blow up, though. It was a guilty pleasure that you indulged in more and more in college. You didn't even notice until you had put on some weight at college until Yuki accidentally pointed it out. You and were about to go out to get some food. This was just before you had come out to her about liking heavier women and she had come out to you about being a lesbian. She had instinctively reached over and pulled your t-shirt down. It had come down over your belly, which had started bulging over your jeans. She apologized when she realized she had unintentionally called attention to your softened tummy. But you just blushed and stammered out that you didn't mind. It was quite embarrassing for you. It was also intensely erotic. You had been imagining more and more the thought of thin little Yuki gaining weight for a while now that you were unprepared for the intense feelings over that same thin little Yuki pointing out you had gained weight. You tried for weeks after to get Yuki to comment on your weight in some offhand way but, being slim and self-conscious about staying slim as she was, she stayed away from the topic.
Then it occurred to her, "Mom, um, how am I going to explain this? I'll be twice as wide when I go back to school on Monday."
"Oh, honey," your mom reached over and hugged you, clearly interpreting the comment as one of fear and humiliation, rather than simple curiosity. "You should be able to get your body back just by wearing my pants, like I said."
You thought about this as you shifted your weight to adjust how your thighs were crammed together.
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