This choice: Jackson's womanly changes progress on during the week • Go Back... It was the third day of cupcakes and changes. Jackson sat down in his desk chair in front of his big screen TV. He put on ‘Call of Duty’ and logged on to the server. He absent-mindedly scratched his growing chest. “Freaking DD’s!” he cursed in his mother’s voice, before ripping ass like he never had before in his life. For a second he wondered if he should check his pants after that one. “This is getting ridiculous,” Jackson thought to himself, beginning to wonder if he should see a doctor.
Jackson played for almost six hours; the entire time munching on the cupcakes his mother had sent him. He made a mental note to text Brandy that he needed more of them. “They’re freaking delicious!” Next to him was his chilled keg from the other day, which he continued to sip on. But six hours of eating and drinking, will make anyone need to go to the bathroom, and Jackson was no exception.
He stood up and was horrified to find that the desk chair was stuck to his ass. “Are you kidding me?” he whined. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair and pushed. It was slow going and it took long seconds to finally push it off. By now Jackson was doing the pee pee dance something fierce and waddled odd to the bathroom holding his crotch and farting with each step. “I can’t believe my ass got fatter! I feel like I’m turning into my…”
“…Mother! You’re his mother!” Erika laughed. “And you’re turning Jackson into you!”
“I know,” Brandy said putting her arms behind her head and leaning back in her chair. “We need a fat woman in charge of this company, it’s how its always been,” Brandy said blasting a fart from her ass.
“So why make him gassy?”
Brandy looked at Erika funny. “Because I like farting,” she said quietly as if she thought that was already understood. “Besides my gassiness demanded attention, and with that attention I was able to put my ideas out there. Chocolate cupcakes with M&M’s and Reese’s Pieces? This girl!” Brady bragged pointing her thumbs towards her massive chest.
Erika smirked at her boss and shook her head giggling. “So, back to Jackson, what’s next for him? He’s got your gas, your tits, your voice, and by now your ass.”
“Well,” Brandi thought, “I’m guessing my hormones would give him my body hair, or lack of.”
Jackson finished peeing and washed his hands. He looked up in the mirror, and back down, before quickly doing a double take. “Where the hell is my scruff?” he yelled moving his chin back and forth looking for his normal perma stubble. It was true his face was as bald and smooth as a baby’s ass. He took a step back form the mirror and caught sight of his chest.
For once it wasn’t his big old titties that caught his attention. It was the lack of chest hair. He picked his breasts up and looked them over. He couldn’t help but smile. “These are some nice titties,’ he smirked. He was slightly worried, but now entranced with the sight of his own breasts. He started kneading and playing with them as he left the bathroom for his TV.
In the living room Jackson sat on the couch, his butt much too wide for the chair now. He tried picking one breast up and licking its nipple, but found his tit just wasn’t big enough. “Yet.” Jackson was so busy feeling himself up, he didn’t notice his thighs fatten up and truly put the thunder in thunder thighs. Thunder thighs that were sent rippling from a powerful fart that Jackson accidentally unleashed on the world.
“So what next?” Erika asked excitedly.
“What do you care?” Brandy asked. “You’re more into this than I am, AND I’m his MOTHER!”
“Because this is something out of some fetish story! Only its real! I’m dying to know the whole thing!”
“Okay, okay!” Brandy laughed at her secretary. “Well its one of two things. Either his hair will change to something like mine, or his face will take on a feminine quality. But either way, he’s getting gassier!”
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