Before he could put his shirt back on and answer the door of his shack, it flew open... and he saw his mom standing there, an expression on her face that seemed to combine shock and puzzlement, and maybe a bit of anger too. "WHAT on Earth did you do us Johnny?!" Carla barked, hands on hips as she stared wide-eyed at the large, all too familiar breasts hanging from her son's chest.
Johnny's eyes immediately directed towards his mom's chest... which was as flat as a board. Two and two were quickly put together and Johnny stared down at the unfamiliar flesh mounds sitting on his chest. He had his own mom's boobs!! Instantly turning red, he grabbed his shirt and struggled to put it back on and pull it down over his new bust. "Mom I don't...."
"ENOUGH!!! This is the worst thing you've done yet, it's obscene!" His mother berated him, scowling.
"This wasn't supposed to happen mom... I swear!" Johnny defended himself, while trying not to freak out a bit. "You think I want to have these?? If I wanted boobs I would have swapped with someone younger and not related to me. Certainly not you." he added.
"If that's true then WHAT happened during this stupid new experiment of yours?" Carla growled, still trying to calm herself down.
Johnny didn't have the answers she wanted. "I don't know, honest! I was starting to repair my machinery and bang... I grew these." he stated, gesturing up to his impressive bust while trying not to grab them in front of their former and rightful owner. I can only assume that since the chairs and sensors malfunctioned and caused another kind of... delayed swap instead of exchanging our understanding of each others' lives.
"Well I sure hope you can swap us back young man!" Carla glared at her son, while reaching up to scratch her flat chest. She took a peek down her blouse, her bra was hung limp against her skin now, covering a teenage boy's chest with some sparse hair and small nipples. The only positive thing about it was the lack of weight that she was so used to carrying around. But the whole thing was freaking her out, she wanted her boobs back.
Johnny could see how stressed his mom was and decided to deliver a comforting lie or sorts. "I'm sure I can mom, just give me some time." he smiled nervously. "In the meantime... er.. . can I borrow your bra? These things are heavy and move around too much." he asked her.
Sighing deeply, Carla removed her blouse and took her bra off, giving them both an unobstructed view of his former chest on her otherwise feminine frame. She removed her now useless bra while Johnny took his shirt off again. Then his mom helped him put the bra on and fastened it for him. "I don't know how I'm going to explain this to your father and sister, and everyone else for that matter." Carla grumbled, shaking her head as her son then donned his shirt again.
"I'm sorry mom, I really am." Johnny mumbled dejectedly, adjusting his bra strap slightly before walking back over to the two chairs. He scratched his head and got back to his repairs, while his mom stood there nervously putting her blouse back on.
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