"I can swap body parts with you now." Jane revealed to her son, not knowing just how he'd react.
"Excuse me??" Pete responded skeptically. "That's stupid."
His mother sighed, getting tired of her son's disbelieving attitude now. She figured she'd give him a demonstration, to prove that her power was real. "If you need proof, you'll have it sweetie." she said to him, her face contorting into a little smile. Pete then saw his mom looking down at herself, looking first at her legs, then her arms, and her hands then rested on her ample breasts. "You know, I don't think men appreciate what it's like to carry these around all day." she mumbled, causing Pete's eyebrow to arch in apprehension.
"Mom... stop feeling your tits, it's creeping me out." Pete stated.
His mother frowned. "And stop calling them that, they're boobs, or breasts." she admonished him. "That word is so vulgar."
"Yeah whatever," Pete chuckled, "so what, you're gonna give 'em to me or something?" he called his mom's bluff.
His mom gave him a stare, then tilted her head and ran one of her hands through her black hair. "Actually you know, I think I will. Just to give you the 'proof' you need, and to show you what it's like to have breasts. Maybe then you'll show me and your sister some respect in future."
"Mom, this shit is getting old." Pete sighed, rolling his eyes. He then reach up to relief a sudden itch on his chest. But the itch came back a moment later... and spread to his entire chest area. He scratched vigorously as his skin seemed to heat up. Panic began to set in, but that as quickly replaced by shock as he looked at his mom and saw her large breasts seemed to be shrinking. "Mom... I...oh god!" he gasped.
Pete suddenly felt his own chest pushing outwards, expanding against the fabric of his shirt. His hands tried to push it back in, but to no avail, and after just a few seconds... he had his mother's "tits" on his chest, stretching his shirt. And they were heavy...
"Goodness... it worked!" Jane exclaimed, patting down her flat chest. She now had teenage pecs instead of her usual ample cleavage. "A weight off my chest - literally." she grinned, glancing up at her son.
"What the shit?!" Pete whined, as he groped his new 'assets'. He couldn't believe they were real, or that his mom would do this to him.
He looked at his mom and...
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