This choice: Slowly change into Isabella, ass first • Go Back... You wake up groggy in your room, unsure of how you got there. You feel exhausted and hungry, but most of all uncomfortable. Your pants are really constricting, and you just want to tear them off and let you lower half breathe a sigh of relief. Reaching under the covers you undo your pants and have a hard time taking them off, it’s like they’re being blocked by something. Finally with a quick and clean jerk you slip them off and pull them out from under the covers. Looking at hem you can see that the seat of the pants are split right down the middle. You throw the covers off and look behind you.
“What the Fuck?” you scream as you see your new ginormous ass. It is completely nude, and the skin perfectly smooth and blemish free. You spring up to your feet and try to take a better look in the mirror standing in the corner of your room. You rip the dirty clothes off of it and stare. “Oh my God,” you whisper, “it’s Isabella’s amazing ass.” You give it a shimmy and watch it shake like jelly, “because Jam sure don’t shake like that.” You admire the two bigger than beach ball ass cheeks that now seemed to be yours forever. You made them bobble up and down. “If this wasn’t so scary it would be fantastic.”
A knock at your door made you whip your head around, and without waiting for an answer your mother waltzed into the room with an amused look on her face. “So it’s starting already, huh?”
“Mom? What’s starting? And why don’t you seem to care that my ass is like ten times the size it was this morning?”
“Because,” she started to say with an amused smile on her face, “when I went to the school to pick you up, I found a crying Isabella Garcia, and she told me what you did and how she cursed you.”
“She cursed me?” you asked bewildered. You sat on the bed and were taken a little aback as you sank down into the giant pillows you called a pooper. “Well how do I break the curse?”
“Oh, you’ll love this. You have to transform into her fully, should take a few days, and then have sex with the man of your dreams.”
“And you let her do that?” you yelled at your mother.
“At first I wasn’t so crazy about it, but when I found out that you’ll also be mothering her kids, well I thanked Isabella right then and there. About time you se how hard I have it around here, with an as crazed son.”
“I’m turning into her? I’m going to raise her kids?”
“Yep and she’s becoming you, and she’ll stay here while you take up her role, as a cleaner, mother, and fuckable MILF. Just be glad she doesn’t have a husband,” your mother sarcastically whispered.
“Oh God. This is bad, this is real bad,” you complained as you grabbed the side of your head and began to rock on your hot air balloon like butt.
“Oh! And don’t think you’re getting out of school either! Until you have to go to work, you’re going to school!” your mother told you sternly, as she threw a bunch of spandex pants that would fit over your bottom, into your lap. “Now get dressed. School’s in an hour.”
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