And with the concentration came a heat in your moms face from straining the muscles in her body like it is going to help with returning to your body in some way or form, making the veins in her forehead pop up as her smooth creamy skinned cheeks flush into a candy red without noticing how her soft tummy folds a bit on itself while you lean forward along with moms legendary chunky fat butt pressing into the floor like a comfy cushion, "C'mon, this shit is too freaky so it has to work like this to get back too Hnnng c-c'mon!" you growl, feeling this immense pressure forming on her head till there is a *pop* making her eyes shoot open with a glazing over affect while your mind feels like it's being ripped out from her skull and back to your own body leaving your mother sitting there on the floor, legs spread out and her arms limp to the side with a twitch motion which makes sense given her mind was being joy ridden by her perverted sons military grade augmented grey matter.
your vision, however, comes back with a shocking white flash melting back into a clear view shot of your ceiling fan turning quickly with your bodies back arching up and thumping back down onto the floor as if your soul/mind was literally slam dunked into your flesh with the immediate noticable lack of hefty motherly orbs sagging off your chest of her glorious fat butt being a good cushion for the hard wood floor. Shooting up into the sitting position, you look down and pat at your flat chest and pajama bottom clad scrawny legs between heavy breathes. "Hooo haha these are my hands, my flat chest....those are my three day old pajama bottoms e-eh...I'm back into my body? Y'ow!?" you yelp, instinctively pinching your own cheek, "YEP back in my body...this shit is weird, like I thought Docs were joshing me, Randall gotta hear thi-"
"Hrmn...hear what sweetie?" you flinch and bounce up a bit to hearing your mothers pained voice,, whipping your head around to see her rubbing the side of her dome with her blonde pony tailed hair being a bit frayed from working out as her eyes fix on you with immediate concern as though her mind is registering that your butt is planted on the floor with the same degree of confusion as herself, making those eyes spring to life with motherly alertness. "Oh OH Tim baby, are you okay, why are you on the floor!? did you have a seizure, do we need to contact Do-" she fires off quickly while leaning forward, drawing your attention from her face to her bosom shifting and jostling a bit from leaning in filling your head with the feint memory of them bouncing off your chest before your panicked dash upstairs.*
"NO no no Mom I uh, I only felt a bit dizzy from getting out of bed a bit too fast heh...you scared me with how fast you darted up here!" You lie through your teeth as she looks you over, placing her warm head up against your forehead as if that was going to give her an idea of whats going on with your brain.* "Grk, n-no really mom im fine, only thing that hurts is my butt." you try to calmly say, but her tired eyes still look you over before she pulls her hand away with a resigning sigh.
Placing her hand on the sides of her temple with some little throb of pain in her temples from being taken as she awkwardly stands up, towering over you with the noticeable girth of her hips straining her yoga pants and the lack of gap between her plump thighs with just a peak of her pink panties poking out from the waistline, "Oh dear...dont scare me like that I...I must've been so panicked from the thud that I dont even remember coming into the house, just waiving good bye to your Auntie Rebecca." She says, swaying a bit as her hand swipes along her forehead, "Fatigue? Tim sweetie, please if you feel dizzy again tell mommy we cant risk you getting hurt and well...well *yawn*" he lets out a yawn while staggering, the possession seeming to have a convenient affect on her attention and already fatigued state from working out as she turns around, exposing you to her plush butt wobbling while strutting towards your door. "im sorry hun, Momma loves you but my head is killing me now...hehe must be a mother son connection" she giggles tiredly
"Y-yeah sure mom, sure...I'll be sure to let you know if im feeling weird again but do we have to go to the doctors?" you asks, not really sure what they might do to you again if you do get caught falling over, but your mother shrugs and slowly staggers out of your room leaving you on the floor with so many questions...and idea as you look down at your hands, closing and opening em again as you whisper to yourself. "That has to be the weirdest shit ive ever seen...and ive seen Jarred trying to be romantic with a substitute blegh." you shudder, "What if I can recreate that like without my head feeling like it's about to blow all over the walls?" you ask yourself.
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