James decides to head in home helping his hippie neighbor seems like too much work for now and when he enters he hears his mother calling. She is in the living room in her usual outfit, on her chair turning her head around frantically.
"What's wrong mom?" James asked wondering if she lost something again.
"Oh it's just horrible James, I lost them and now can't seem to find them anywhere." She said despaired.
Oh boy what now he thought.
"Calm down mom just tell me what it is that you lost and I will help you." James said not wanting her to freak out.
He walked next to her reclining chair.
"Oh it's nothing just, this!" She said producing a folded magazine out of her cleavage and showing James a larges Victoria's Secret ad on a black laced thong and before James could fully realize what was happening he felt himself changing. His whole body began to deflate, gradually until he was as thin as cloth then his skin became a inhuman black color and soft material, soon he was shrinking into himself, his hands and arms no longer there everything was gathering into his torso till he was the small black laced thong in the magazine.
His mother discovered that she could do this by accident, years ago when they were shopping Christmas presents, he was turned into a dress and she wore him for a week with nothing else. After that she promised she would never do it again, clearly she broke that promise.
"Oh look at my little man, always gets mommy the nicest things." She cooed over him, bending over to pick him up that was when she could hear him only with direct contact can someone hear him.
"Mom what the hell you promised!" James roared humiliated being handled as a pair of panties in his mothers hands.
"Oh don't be mad James you hardly ever spend time with me anymore and besides these are a really nice." His mother pouted rubbing him.
"Mom this is wrong!" James protested trying to talk some sense into her.
"There is nothing wrong with a mother and son bonding and me having nice things if they should be the same thing then better for everyone." She said now striping her self of her jean shorts with one hand and still holding James with the other, she clumsily unbuttoned herself and with effort pulled down her self with a series of strained tugs, each tug freeing a new fold of fat. When the shorts hit the floor Paula put her son in both hands and lowered him down, stepping into him leg by leg. She slowly shimmied him up her waist James trying to ignore the feel and texture of his mother's thighs and ass, sooner then he liked she snapped the elastic shut at the top then gave him one last tug to really wedge him up there.
"There now we are closer than ever!" She declared.
What does James's mother do all day while...wearing him?
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