A couple days later, and Jackson was only getting more and more feminine. Nearly all of his facial and chest hair had gone at this point, his breasts were bigger than his head, his ass was wobbly and wide, and his voice was resembling his mother's more and more. His farts had also become quite violent, as he tried to control them from shaking the house. He had no idea what to do with this new change happening to him. He was worried about seeing a doctor, and didn't know what his mother would say. And yet, a side of him kinda enjoyed it. Sometimes he'd feel immense pleasure just by farting loudly, and having huge tits at this point felt a bit natural.
As he woke up the next morning, he went to take a piss (and quite thankful his penis was still intact at this point), and was washing his hands as he looked up into the mirror. His hair was getting quite longer, but as he moved it aside he saw something quite different.
"Is... is that me?" he thought, "Where have I seen this face before?"
Curious, he grabbed his wallet and took out his mom's photo. Comparing it to his reflection, he was looking exactly like his mom! Same face, similar hair style, even his tits were looking like her's. His face was also looking a bit stiffer, as if his appearance had aged over time, having the face of a middle-aged woman. He gulped as he backed out of the bathroom.
"What the hell is even happening to me? Why am I turning into my mother??"
But his thoughts were interrupted by his stomach growling loudly, and a loud fart that only meant one thing: He was starving. Forgetting about his ordeal for a second, he looked into the fridge and saw his supply was dry. He looked at the cupcake box and saw it was finally empty.
"Oh, great," he muttered in his feminine voice, "I have to go out looking like.... this,"
Taking a quick shower and throwing on some clothes, he had a hell of a time squeezing his large tits into his shirt as they stuck out like a sore thumb. His butt was a monster within his tight jeans as well. He reluctantly went out to his car and grumbled. He figured it would be a better idea stopping by the small gasmart and grabbing some quick supplies, rather than the grocery store in front of hundreds of people. He farted loudly in his car as he drove up to the parking lot, fanning it out.
"God, I should make this as quick as possible," he thought. He got out from his car and walked into the mart, which was empty aside from the older man at the cashier. His eyes perked up as he saw what he thought was a busty, mature lady walking in. Jackson could feel the cashier staring his body down as he walked down the aisle and grabbed some chips.
"Great, this guy probably thinks I'm a woman," he thought. He grabbed some beer as well as he walked up to the counter, putting it down with some cash. Jackson just looked away as the guy leered at him, hoping this would be over quickly.
"Um, I need some ID for the alcohol," the cashier said.
"Shit!" Jackson thought. He was probably gonna seem like a freak now if the cashier knew he was a young guy! Sighing with no other option, he handed the cashier the ID, as the cashier took a look and chuckled. Jackson rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, look, I can explain--"
"Ma'am, did you grab your son's ID by accident?" the cashier said, "No worries, I think you're old enough,"
"Th-thank you," Jackson quietly said in his feminine voice as he took the ID back. He couldn't believe it, not only was he passing for a woman but an OLDER one at that! He'd be personally impressed if this wasn't freaking him out. He quickly took the change and the bags as he dashed out the door, suddenly dropping the chips. Bending over and picking them up, his worst fears came to fruition. PHHHHHHHHHHFRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! A fat, wet fart that blew out for nearly fifteen seconds that was louder than a fire alarm. The cashier just looked on at the jiggling, farting ass as Jackson turned bright red and ran with his bags to the car, getting the hell out as fast as he could.
"Oh my god, why is this happening to me??" he thought as he sped off.
And worst yet, his mother would see him like this tomorrow...
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