This choice: Get someone else, or someTHING else into the other pod • Go Back...Chapter #5Get someone else, or someTHING else into the ot... by: Wassel   If only I could keep mom occupied for a while. Then I'd be able to stay like this for a little longer, you thought to yourself. This being just too good an opportunity not to take advantage of. You were an adult and a woman for God sake. There was no way you were just gonna swap back to your boring old body after experiencing this (even if it had only been for a few short minutes so far). But how...?
"Jack! Come on!" Your mother shouted at you again from within her pod. Growing extremely agitated with you now. "I haven't got all day."
It was then though, looking back through the door into the basement that an idea suddenly struck. Spotting there, clinging to a twig inside his tank, your pet stick insect, Woody.
Of course! you grinned. Quickly formulating a plan and running straight into the basement to grab him. Hearing your mother calling out after and trying not to trip yourself up on her heels . "One second!" you shouted back, as you picked Woody up and hustled back into the room with the pods. Chuckling mischievously to yourself as you did.
Thankfully your mom couldn't see what was going on from where she lay, being entirely unaware of what you were planning. Chastising you again instead for fooling around, instead of getting on with it. Threatening to ground you if you didn't hurry up and get in. Though you had wondered for a moment if swapping your mother with a stick insect was perhaps a little too mean, hearing this made you quickly change your mind, and whispering an apology to Woody, you gently set him down inside. The door automatically closing again once you did.
"Finally," your mother sighed. Under the belief that it was you in there. "Now can we please just get this over with."
"No problem," you quietly giggled. Instructing her o press the button inside, which she promptly did. Causing the machine to once again roar into life. A flash of light indicating that the swap had been done.
I'm so gonna be so grounded for this, you thought, as both pods opened and you waited for the smoke to clear. Still, it's gonna be totally worth it. Peering inside the pod closest to you first. The one that Woody was in. Finding him still just sitting there, just as you'd left him. Though you supposed now, he was actually a she. Your mother making very little movement. Similarly, inside the other pod, your own body was also just laying there, not really doing much. Other than making the occasional little facial twitch. This image making you laugh. "I can't believe my body's being controlled by a stick insect. That is SO weird!"
Figuring that he'd been fine if you just left him where he was for now, you closed the pod door and picked up up your mother. Carrying her back to Woody's tank and then gently placing her down inside.
"Sorry, mom. But you weren't being very fair back there, so I had to do this," you told her (unsure if she could even understand you now that she had a tiny insect brain). "But don't worry, it'll only be for a short while. Then I'll swap you back again. I promise." Admittedly feeling a little odd carrying on a conversation with what was essentially a twig with legs. Your mother not behaving much differently than Woody normally did.
She'll be alright, you assured yourself. Heading back towards the secret room again and closing the door. Just in case Woody got a little adventurous and somehow managed to get out of the pod. A highly unlikely scenario admittedly, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
With that taken care of, you wiped the dust from off your hands and smiled at a job well done. "Well, it looks like I'm now free to finally have a little fun with mom's body." Grinning away to yourself as your gaze then headed south, towards the two exceptionally large mounds pushing out from your chest. Blocking out the view of your feet. "Perhaps it's time to get a little better acquainted with these bad boys," you said. The very fact that you now had breasts, no matter if they belonged to your mother or not, exciting you immensely. The perpetually horny and sexually curious part of your 14 year old brain having been dying to get a look at them pretty much from the moment you'd first swapped. Boobs being just about your favorite thing in the world.
Not needing to think twice about this, you quickly headed back up the stairs, in the direction of your bedroom. Feeling your mother's heavy chest bouncing gently with every step. This rather novel sensation exciting you all the more. Being barely able to keep yourself from stripping off right there and then...
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