This choice: His mother is excited at his progress and explains everything • Go Back...Chapter #7"Calm Down Jackson, Mommy Knows What She's Doing!" by: TheNewJaxson   “This is totally fucking bullshit!” Jackson cried on his bathroom floor. He had woken up this morning and looked in the mirror to check for any more changes. His tits were still the same size, his mother’s size, his ass was still the same size, again his mother’s size. He quickly learned his farts were smellier and more frequent, like his mother’s, and that his face was now just like his mother’s, except for the eyes. His eyes were still brown while his mother’s were a brilliant green. He found his waist had filled out and he now had a bit of a paunch, but that was not what had upset him this morning.
Jackson moved form the mirror to the toilet to take a leak and when he went to pull his penis out to piss he found it MUCH smaller than yesterday. All thought of pissing left his mind a she dropped to the floor and started to cry. He was becoming his mother and his tiny dick was what finally driven it home for him. After a few tear filled minutes Jackson sat on the toilet, his thick and massive ass overflowing the seat. He pushed his penis through his legs and let it empty into the toilet. “Might as well piss like a woman now,” Jackson said giving up, as tears flowed down his cheeks.
Jackson pulled a t-shirt over his head, and ripped it from the neck to mid chest to accommodate his massive milkers. He looked at the deep cavernous cleavage sitting on his chest and cursed when his now tiny dick became erect at the sight. A pair of gray sweatpants was stretched to bursting over his fat ass, an ass so big it forced a waddle out of him as he moved to the living room.
For several hours Jackson sat on the couch ripping fart after fart as he watched TV. More than once embarrassment overtook him when after a fart he found a small little stiffie straining, kinda, the front of his sweatpants. “Fucking bullshit,” he muttered. So lost in his own misery Jackson failed to notice his hair inching ever closer to the floor.
A knock at the door brought Jackson back to the world. “Mom!” Jackson forgot his mother was coming for a visit today. Jackson slowly, with trembling legs, made his way to the door.
“Jackson! Open up! It’s mother!” Brandy yelled from the other side of the door.
“Maybe he’s not home,” Erika her secretary said. She stood next to her boss holding a box of cupcakes.
Brandy let out a fart as she looked at Erika. “And where would he go, looking like me?”
“Point,” Erika acknowledged smiling. Both their attention was suddenly grabbed as the front door slowly cracked open.
“Mommy?” came a voice similar to Brandy’s form the inside.
Brandy and Erika shared a knowing smile, before Brandy answered. “Are you okay sweetheart?”
“I need you mommy,” Jackson told her as she opened the door wide enough for Brandy and Erika to see what changes the cupcake brought.
Brandy grabbed her son’s face and moved it back and forth looking over the changes. “Hair’s not as long yet, and you still have your father’s eyes, but its good, damn good.”
“Mom?”
“We’re going to need to teach you how to dress to flatter your, our, body,” Brandy told her bewildered son, before letting out a vile fart, that was quickly mirrored by Jackson’s ass. “Like mother like son,” Brandy smiled at Erika.
“What are you talking about?” Jackson asked getting loud. “why are you taking this so calmly?”
“Calm down honey,” Brandy told her baby boy as she pulled an envelope out of her suit jacket's, breast pocket. She handed it over to Jackson and as he opened it told him, “There are more cupcakes in the box like you asked for sweetie.”
Still standing in the doorway Jackson read the letter in the envelope, a letter that explained everything form motivations, to how it was accomplished, to how much his mother was looking forward to a fat gassy daughter to pal around with. Brandy and Erika stood motionless listening to Jackson muttering keywords. “Take over the business!” “Like your mother!” “Cupcakes!” “Always wanted a daughter!” Trembling Jackson looked up from the letter to his mother. “How could you?” he hissed in barely contained anger.
“It was for your own good sweetie,” Brandy started before being cut off.
“I can’t believe you did this to me! This is the worst violation of a person I could think of! I hate you!”
“Now Jackson calm down!” Brandy told him becoming annoyed with his reaction. “What were you going to do with your life? Just sponge off me? I couldn’t let you waste your potential sweetheart.”
“So you turned me into you? What kind of sick freak are you?”
“Enough!” Brandy yelled at her son and twin. “You can accept this or be a fat farting bimbo the rest of your life! I did what any good parent would do! You needed a kick in the ass and I gave it to you!”
“My dick is going away mother!” Jackson yelled. Erika looked visibly disappointed. She had more than once hooked up with Jackson, and she was a little bummed that it was never going to happen again.
“Its okay sweetie,” Brandy said leaning in to hug her son, cutting the cheese at the same time. Only that hug never came as Jackson pushed her away.
“No! I never want to see you again mother! I hate you!” He yelled at a shocked Brandy before slamming the door in her face. Brandy looked hurt and confused and turned to Erika for support when the door opened and Jackson reappeared. Brandy began to smile relieved that her son changed his mind, when Jackson reached out and took the box of cupcakes from Erika. “And thank you for the cupcakes!” he yelled slamming the door again.
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