Ethan looked away from the ring in disgust. Was he really about to do this? Was he really going to have to fuck his own body? Fuck, even worse than that, seduce his own mom?!
“But if I don’t do it…” He said out loud, cringing as his mother’s soft voice left his mouth, “We’ll both be stuck like this forever.” Neither option seemed particularly attractive to him, fucking his own body with his mother inside of it, or permanently being stuck with her body for the rest of his life. His mind raced through the several unpleasant implications of the latter scenario, including the fact that he might live a potentially shorter life if his mom’s body continued to age normally from here on out. He was barely in his 20’s, and here he was stuck in the body of someone in her 40’s!
“Fuck. This is so messed up, I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do.” He sat down on his bed, trying to ignore the feeling of his mom’s tits bouncing on his chest as he did.
“Guess I gotta get used to that.” He said, trying not to look down. Instead, he held his hands up. He began observing his new dainty hands, opening and closing his fingers and noted that his mom’s favorite red nail polish was conspicuously absent. Actually, her fingernails seemed to be as unkept as his, probably because he had never been to a nail salon in his life, even in a reality where he had his mom’s body.
He looked down, seeing his shirt distended by his mom’s huge tits.
Well, now they were HIS huge tits, he thought, as he gently cupped them, lifting them up and down. They felt…nice…soft…and if he wasn’t mistaken, a little sensitive. He could feel a strange warmth begin to grow between his-
“Wait, what the fuck am I doing?!” He screeched, pulling his hands away. “This can’t be right, I shouldn’t…” He said. Looking up, he saw his mom’s distressed face looking back at him in the mirror.
“I mean…I’m gonna be stuck like this for a while…”