You flipped the switch and found yourself walking into a suburban neighborhood. It was a little cold out as you looked down and saw you were wearing a hoodie, jeans and white high top Nikes. You feel taller than usual and kind of liked being able to see a little bit into the fenced yards. As you walked on in you saw a man in a bucket hat raking leaves in the next yard. The man spotted you and came toward the fence.
¨Hi dee ho, young neighbor!¨ It must be the neighbor Mr. Wilson and he was talking to... Brad Taylor?
¨Uhh, hi Mr. Wilson¨ you blurt out awkwardly as your eyes got wide as Wilson reached down and grabbed a piece of mangled and singed metal.
¨Tell your father he really needs to make sure that the clamps are tight before he tries to belt sand Mark´s sled.¨ Laughing broke out around you which is confusing that no one else can hear it. Wilson hoisted the metal piece in the air and you take it with a bit of a grin.
¨Maybe he was trying to light a fire under Mark?¨"more laughter broke out as Wilson let out a little chuckle as you turn and go into the house. Inside your ¨brothers¨ Randy and Mark were sitting on the couch slouched down surrounded by empty bags of chips and cookies. You look around and saw the kitchen is full of dishes and your brothers´ shoes and book bags were thrown down as they walked in leaving the floor dirty. You take one look at the mess and retreated quickly to a room as Mark let out a huge belch to more laughter.
At the top of the stairs you go into the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror. Sure enough you´re Brad Taylor with his blue eyes, blonde dyed hair and smooth smile. You ran your fingers through your hair feeling pretty smooth and nodding your head. You walked down the hall and looked at the bedrooms. The first had books on the desk and a pair of jeans on the bed that when held up barely went below your knees. ¨Must be Randy´s room¨ as an unexpected laugh broke out and you wander back out into the hall. The next room smelled like stale gym socks that littered the room and had sports posters all over the wall.
¨This must be the place¨ you mutter without thinking and more laugh broke out. You plopped down on the bed as the door closed downstairs and suddenly heard your ¨mom¨ Jill Taylor yelling at his brothers downstairs as she set down her bags in the kitchen. ¨You boys could win a Nobel prize for discovering a new strain of penicillin¨ as she held out one of their sneakers and recoiled at the scent as a laugh broke out.
¨Will dad try to make the medal into a flywheel?¨ Randy quipped as another laugh came over them.
¨Listen boys, I don´t ask much of you around the house. Just keep your bags and shoes out of the way when I get home. Say, where´s your brother?¨ as she crossed her arms.
¨Upstairs working on world peace and seeing how much hair gel his massive head can hold.¨ Randy smirked and a big laugh came out. Jill shook her head and went up the stairs. Her chunky blackheels approached Brad´s room as you sat up as she came in dressed in a shiny blue button up shirt and a black skirt.
¨Honey, can you take a break from solving how the Lions are going to win the Super Bowl and clean up around here?¨
Randy trailed behind her and laughed. ¨Are they going to make him a tackling dummy?¨ To another massive unseen laugh you sit up and picked up the socks and food wrappers around yourself.
¨Brad, look at this room. You boys never help out around here! When your father gets home we´re going to have a talk about you boys losing some of your privileges!¨
You and Randy looked at each other and ran after their mom and tried to sweet talk her. ¨Mom, you don´t want to do that!¨ You and Randy collided as they tried to get in their parent´s bedroom at the same time with Randy falling.
¨Careful, you oaf!¨ Randy scolded you as Jill passed out on the bed exhausted with her sons. Her legs dangled off the end of the bed as you look up her figure her breasts still seem to have some perk to them after having three boys. Jill pointed as she lay with her hand over her eyes and commanded Randy to go down stairs and pick up the living room with Mark. You turn to follow Randy as Jill calls out ¨WAIT THERE YOUNG MAN!¨ freezing you in your tracks. Turning slowly back Jill crooks her finger and you move closer to her. As you approach she flings one of her feet toward your face.
¨It´s been a long day, honey¨ you take her size 8 heel off as she wriggles her newly freed toes in her dark nylons. Her other foot came up and you took off her other heel. As she lay back on the bed she smiled at you and exclaimed how much better she felt.
¨Why do you wear those shoes if you don´t like them?" You find yourself asking unaware you were talking.
¨Honey, we can´t all wear our Jordans to work¨ Jill deadpanned to laughter all around. ¨Although as big as your feet are not sure if we would be better off going to a stable for you.¨ More laughter broke out as Jill stood up and slipped her skirt off. ¨Ahh, that´s so much better!¨ as a cat call came from the ¨audience¨. You turn and see your ¨mom¨ still has a pretty nice ass and thighs. She then put her hands on her hips and turned back toward you and you see a bulge in her front.
Stretching out Jill shifts her hips as she looked in the mirror. ¨These things have been chaffing me all day!¨ as she pinched her nylons away from her balls. You turn around quickly to find...
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