This choice: Your mother. It's her panties. • Go Back...Chapter #8Your mother. It's her panties. by: Wassel   Letting out a loud groan as you stared at the now blurry image of your mother's white cotton panties clutched tightly in your hand, you felt a noticeable pulling at your groin. As if your penis was actually retracting itself into your body. The realization of this completely freaking you the hell out. Sending you into a state of shock as that very same tightening and shifting sensation began rapidly spreading throughout the rest of your body. Pulling and squeezing at the rest of you too. Though you very much wanted to scream out for help, you found that you couldn't. Your throat having seemingly closed up on you too. So were left unable to do anything but stare with disbelieving eyes as you watched your arms and legs start to shrink. The hairs that decorated them thinning out and retracting back into your skin, while on your head, you could feel your shaggy light brown hair actually starting to grow. Snaking its way quickly around your neck and shoulders.
Falling onto all fours then, you felt your t-shirt and jeans loosening in some areas while tightening in the rest. Most noticeably at your chest, hips, thighs and ass. Almost as if someone had stuck a rubber hose down your neck and was gradually inflating you. The ever increasing weight on your chest as it swelled pulling you downwards. Drawing attention to nipples that had also noticeably began to grow larger.
Next, your waist began to tighten, and feeling something truly indescribably occurring to your organs, you once again attempted to yell. It unfortunately coming out as little more than a squeak. This is... This is... This is not happening!!
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the wave of almost-orgasmic bliss suddenly dissipated and every single joint, ligament and muscle finally relaxed. Your mouth letting out a throaty, high-pitched moan as you face planted onto the kitchen floor.
Laying there, confused, scared and completely unsure of what had just happened, you felt like a complete stranger now within your own body. There being parts of you that you'd never felt before squashed between both your torso and the floor. Your clothes similarly, squeezing you tightly in all the wrong places, while strands of long blonde hair had made their way into your face and mouth. Thinking to yourself as you tried to spit them out, What the hell is going on?
Desperate now to find out, you tried to pull yourself up, having a lot more difficulty doing so than you were used to. Your arms no longer seeming quite so strong and your upper body so much more heavy. As if you were now carrying two bags of sand on your chest. Sand that seemed to wobble around as you moved. Distractingly so. Once you'd finally managed to get onto your feet, it become quite apparent what exactly those things were (though you had sort of guessed already). Spotting beneath your head as you glanced downwards, a sight you never imagined you'd ever get to see from this perspective; two incredibly large breasts. Bulging out from beneath your t-shirt. The material being so overstretched that you could see several inches worth of cleavage peeking out from the neck hole.
"Holy shit!" you shrieked on spotting them there. Reeling from the shock. "I'VE GOT TITS!" The voice that came out of your mouth not at all sounding like your own. Being so much more feminine and mature...
Naturally, this drew your attention away for a moment from those two giant mounds. Grabbing for your mouth then with a hand. A hand that you also noticed was very different from your own. So much smaller and more delicate looking. Topped by a set of pristine and perfectly maintained fingernails. Each one looking to be about half an inch longer in length. A far cry from your own stubby, half bitten ones. Then there was the matter of your hair. Able to feel it now hanging down around your neck. Falling into your field of vision every time you moved. Tugging at it then just to make sure that it was real and finding that it most definitely was.
Returning your gaze again to your swollen chest, you saw that your favorite Superman t-shirt looked like it was about to burst open at any second from the strain. Being entirely unable to help yourself, in your extremely shocked and confused state, from staring at these two massive breasts. Breasts being two of your most favorite things in the world, and something that at 16 you didn't really have all that much actually experience with. It being truly surreal then to actually have a pair bulging out from your torso. Blocking out and all chances of actually seeing your feet. Able to feel quite clearly, each large mass tugging slightly at your shoulders. Very much making themselves known.
Very gingerly then, you let out a nervous little gulp and moved a hand towards the right one. Gently pushing your index finger against it and watching as the slender digit sunk into its softness. Rebounding back out again as the malleable, yet firm flesh quickly regained its shape. Whoa...
You didn't dwell on your new boobs too long however (as much as you might have wanted to). Aware of other changes further down. Your hand continuing then towards your crotch. Imprisoned within a pair of jeans that were now so tight around the hips and thighs that they'd actually burst open. The denim material feeling like it was pretty much painted on. Not that you could actually see it though. Not with your massive rack in the way. Having to examine your lower half entirely by touch.
Moving your hand slightly lower then, you felt your fingers glide over the area where your penis once was. It now being completely smooth, save for a small groove directly between your legs. Knowing fine well what that was.
Holy shit... That's a pussy. I've got a pussy! you silently thought. The realization that you now had the Holy Grail of woman's parts inside your pants, being simply too much for you to take. Feeling like you were actually going to faint as the magnitude of all this suddenly struck you. You were now somehow a woman, as impossible as it seemed. You were a woman complete with a pair of breasts and a vagina. The only question was how?
Not having the faintest idea how to even begin to answer this, you instead did the only thing you could think of given the situation. You went to find a mirror. Hurrying out of the kitchen and into the hall. Feeling your chest jiggling rather uncomfortably during this short dash, as well as your hips and ass swaying a lot more than usual. Ignoring it all though as you headed straight for the full length mirror that sat in the entrance way, eager to see what you'd inexplicably become. Spotting, seconds later as you approached, not the slightly skinny 16 year old boy that usually greeted you, but instead, you saw your 41 year old mother, Jennifer Connors staring back. Looking just as shocked and confused as you were.
"Oh, my God... I'm Mom!"
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