Groaning as you look into the mirror, you take a good look at yourself. Dangling from you head is your mother's tired, highlighted hair. It was in a messy bun, and her bangs were lazily strewn across your new, aged forehead. It was bizarre seeing the well-maintained, but age-marked skin covering every square inch of your now semi-bloated body. Things moved that should be stationary, while other areas were remarkably void of any movement at all. Your arms felt soft, pudgy, and weak, whereas your thighs, hips, and ass were solid, if not a bit disproportionately large.
Having gotten fully dressed, you slipped into the bathroom to catch an eye-full of yourself:
"God damn, no one will ever believe this," you mutter to yourself as you snap a quick picture for documentation's sake, "well, I better go see what mom is up to."
You begin making your way down the stairs, still in disbelief that your massive breasts are nearly pouring out through the sides of your shirt. This is so wrong, you thought to yourself. As you turned the corner, you caught a glimpse of your mother, now you, sitting at the kitchen table, seemingly enjoying herself.
"So now what?" you say, hardly feigning any form of politeness.
"Well, I think we should take advantage of this opportunity!" she said while checking out her new muscles. "This is so awesome! Look at this!"
You rolled your eyes as you watched your mother flex her arms.
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