Mommy_Michelle
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- May 29, 2014
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I wanted to do a mother and son body swap story. Both have to try and live each other's lives and deal with their new hormones. Son must also deal with his best friend's long standing crush on his beautiful mother. I'll play the son in his mother's body. Any other role is open.
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up were how soft the sheets were. Mine were never that soft. Then I noticed the strange sensations coming from my body. My chest felt... larger, and I could feel it shift when I turned over. My butt felt much larger than it had last night as well. Then I felt the hair over my face, but I didn't have long hair! My eyes shot wide open and immediately saw stands of dirty blonde hair hanging over my face. I sat up instantly and definitely felt the new weights on my chest.... jiggling. Part of me knew what I would see when I looked down but I refused to believe it was possible. I had boobs; big beautiful ones too! My rosy pink nipples and areola were easily four times the size of my old ones. I reached up and cupped my new breasts, finding that each could barely fit in my hands. bountiful tit-flesh flowed my my fingers. Thats when I noticed my hands. They were smaller and had slender fingers ending with red nails. "Holy shit whats happening?!?!" I shouted, and clapped my dainty hands over my mouth immediately. A shrill woman's shout had come from my mouth, in a voice I found disturbingly familiar. I pushed the curtain of loose blonde hair from my face to look around the room. It was my mother, Michelle's room. I leaped from the bed and ran to her bathroom, dreading what and who I'd see in the mirror but needing to see all the same. I was completely nude and felt my new breast sway back and forth as I sprinted across the room. As I reached the mirror, I was confronted by the sight of my old mouthed mother, Michelle Bennett. I had to admit, even now, that she had a very cute face. Her small, pert nose and big blue eyes made ever the slack jawed look on my face adorable. But this momentary appreciation of her beauty was soon overshadowed by my rising panic. I started breathing hard, and shut my eyes willing it to all change back. The steady rise and fall of my generous breasts confirmed that it was not a dream. "Oh God," I said in my soft female voice, "I'm become my mom..."
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up were how soft the sheets were. Mine were never that soft. Then I noticed the strange sensations coming from my body. My chest felt... larger, and I could feel it shift when I turned over. My butt felt much larger than it had last night as well. Then I felt the hair over my face, but I didn't have long hair! My eyes shot wide open and immediately saw stands of dirty blonde hair hanging over my face. I sat up instantly and definitely felt the new weights on my chest.... jiggling. Part of me knew what I would see when I looked down but I refused to believe it was possible. I had boobs; big beautiful ones too! My rosy pink nipples and areola were easily four times the size of my old ones. I reached up and cupped my new breasts, finding that each could barely fit in my hands. bountiful tit-flesh flowed my my fingers. Thats when I noticed my hands. They were smaller and had slender fingers ending with red nails. "Holy shit whats happening?!?!" I shouted, and clapped my dainty hands over my mouth immediately. A shrill woman's shout had come from my mouth, in a voice I found disturbingly familiar. I pushed the curtain of loose blonde hair from my face to look around the room. It was my mother, Michelle's room. I leaped from the bed and ran to her bathroom, dreading what and who I'd see in the mirror but needing to see all the same. I was completely nude and felt my new breast sway back and forth as I sprinted across the room. As I reached the mirror, I was confronted by the sight of my old mouthed mother, Michelle Bennett. I had to admit, even now, that she had a very cute face. Her small, pert nose and big blue eyes made ever the slack jawed look on my face adorable. But this momentary appreciation of her beauty was soon overshadowed by my rising panic. I started breathing hard, and shut my eyes willing it to all change back. The steady rise and fall of my generous breasts confirmed that it was not a dream. "Oh God," I said in my soft female voice, "I'm become my mom..."