This choice: Mom wishes I knew what it was like for her growing up... • Go Back...Chapter #5Expansions and contractions by: Unknown "Mom, that stone really does work. But, how... it's impossible..."
"I feel different" mom says with an introspective look on her face. "Like, I'm thinking with more clarity. I feel like I know what I want and how to get it. This must be how Becky always felt. She always seemed to know what to do."
"Of course mom, all the hot girls know how to manipulate everyone around them."
"O wow, look at me!" mom says as she spins around. "I feel so beautiful... and look I can reach the top shelf now! I don't need to call you over to help me with that anymore."
"Things are definitely looking up" I say with an amused grin on my face.
"Yeah" ... "This must be how it has always been for you" .... "I wish you knew what it was like for me being as short as I was", she said almost absent-mindedly.
"I was shorter at one time in my life, you know", I say still smiling.
"That's true son. You just developed so quickly that I almost forgot."
"You are a lot taller now mom. Almost as tall as me it seems."
"Yeah" ... "Maybe even a little taller than you", she replies as we study and compare each other.
"Mm. I think your right. You are taller than me now. You must be practically an Amazon!", I playfully reply.
"I have to see this for myself", she says as she runs towards the downstairs half bathroom. "Can you get me the big serving dish off the top shelf", she adds, automatically, as she enters the hall.
"Sure mom", I say while hypnotically watching her hips swaying and breasts bouncing out the room. Coming back to my senses, I turn and approach the cabinets to get the serving dish for her. "What", I think to myself while mentally lining up the bottom of the hanging cabinets with my point of view. "Huh", my mind utters, the world definitely not looking right. "How is it that I'm now seeing the bottom of the wall cabinet in my view as I look up at the top shelf."
"Oh my gosh", my moms voice sounds behind me. "How did you get so small", she says with a concerned look on her face. Her look then fades to a small smile as she scoffingly says, "I see you haven't gotten the serving dish for me yet. Let's see if you can reach it now. Haha...", she laughs humoredly.
While feeling a little hurt, my curiosity demanded that I comply with her "humorous" request. I reach up as high as I can only to be feeling the bottom of the second shelf. I adjust my stance and engage my calf muscles only to disappointingly reach my palm halfway above the top of the second shelf.
"That's only as high as I used to reach son", she says almost approvingly. "What made it harder for me I think, than it is for you now, was the weight that I had to carry in my lower body. I wish you were as heavy as I was in your lower body", she quickly added while excitedly and expectantly looking on at me.
"What", I could only reply as I could feel an unfamiliar weight being added to my hips. The waistband of my shorts were starting to rise above my hips, as I uncontrollably continued to grow outward, putting an increasing pressure on my dick and balls. As I watched my balls getting pulled upward, I could feel my shorts starting to pull back between my legs contradicting the upward pull. The stalemate in opposing forces could only mean one thing. That I was growing the one thing that made my mother somewhat uncoordinated... her enormous ASS. "Oh no" I said as I reached back beyond my widening hips towards my.... BOOTY.
"Oh, yes" my mother quickly countered. "I love that ASS on YOU. Hehe."
My shorts continued to pull increasingly, painfully, against my crotch. Making a bulging show for my mother. No doubt she was enjoying seeing my manhood proudly on display. My shorts were now, very tightly, pulling between my ass cheeks as they had to naturally pull higher on my body.
"As much as I'm excited to be able to practically see a peep show from you, I can tell by your grimace that your new lower body is causing you pain, so...", she sighed as she said, "I wish that your genitals would be proper for a person with the wide hips, a dumpy ass, and the nice thick thighs that you now display."
"No mom! Stop it!" I yelled out in exasperation. But, it was no use. I could see my shorts beginning to pull closer in-between my thighs. And my dick and balls could feel the fabric of my shorts rubbing against them as they shrank to smaller and smaller proportions. Soon, I was feeling what my girlfriend replied to me that she felt when I asked her what a pussy felt like... "It doesn't feel like anything."
"Wow, nice v-shape son", my mom said with a snicker and a snort while covering her mouth. "Or should I say... daughter. Hahaha."
"Very funny mom", I rudely replied as I frowned down at the numbing slight mound and camel-toe, which now formed my pelvic floor. My thick thighs making my new crotch look that much smaller and smoother.
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