A Mother Transformed

“You’ve gotta be shitting me Kevin? This isn’t another one of your elaborate jokes to get me to look at some other of your weird fucking fetish sites again, is it?” You queried, your tone peppered by visible annoyance, an expression of both bewilderment and frustration drawing itself across your sun kissed face.

“C’mon Jason! That was one time buddy. Besides I know you enjoyed yourself, you horny bastard, given how long it took you to respond.” Your best friend Kevin cheerily tweeted out, his tall, muscular physique a near blur, as he sprang to his feet from your grey carpeted bedroom floor, where he formerly sat.

“Look…… I know I can be a clown sometimes. But I’m dead serious. It sounds far fucking stretched, that’s for sure. All I’m asking right now is that you give it a shot.” Kevin continued, his usual jovial, humorous attitude rapidly taking on a more serious, and sincere countenance you rarely expected from him.

Still slightly unconvinced, a scowl contorted itself across the dark features of your face, as your scathing brown eyes, hurriedly searched your friends visage for any indication of insincerity or ulterior motive. Yet, you could find none, his sharp, piercing ice blue eyes locked squarely unto yours through the bangs of his shaggy blonde hair, his strong, immaculate jawline clenched and wound tightly to his face and his thick forearm, outstretched towards where you sat upon your bed, all helped to display an aura of earnestness, that given your long history, utterly surprised you and began to crack the wall of distrust at his previous mentions, that you had put up.

“Huh………….Fine! But this better not be some convoluted plan of yours to make me look like an ass.” You sighed and moaned out in defeat, after a brief moment of contemplation, your much more slender hand meeting his with a tight clasp in agreement.

“Haha! I knew you’d see it my way. You wont regret this buddy, trust me.” Kevin blurted out triumphantly, his upbeat cheer returning, a bright smile twisting itself across his face as he yanked you from your bed unto your feet, with a bit too much force for comfort, before patting you on your back.

“Yeah I better. Now run that whole spiel you were bullshitting about for a while back to me. Cause I gotta admit, I tuned you out after I started thinking you were spitting out of your ass.” You replied rather dryly and sarcastically to his previous assured statement, the small scowl still etched unto your face adding to your generally gloomy disposition.

“Andddddd……This is why Chelsea said you were an asshole before she dumped you.” Kevin jived back quickly in response to your sharp wit, meeting your now upturned eyes to his, with one of his signature mischievous grins.

You simply scoffed in retort, now awaiting his playback of your previous conversation in silence for a short time, before he caught your unspoken message and began to recant with the details once more.

“So…..Like I was saying. I was scouring the less than reputable parts of the deep web looking for some good alone time material, when I came upon a rather interesting sight.” Kevin recited in a rather posh, uptight and condescending British accent, in a playful and albeit uninspired attempt to make fun of your usually reserved demeanor, pausing in suspense at the last part of his retelling to irk you and make sure you were listening this time, as evidenced by the roguish, shit eating smile etched across his features.

“Huh……And!” You responded to his taunt, with a bit more visible frustration and vexation than you meant to let on, much to his amusement and satisfaction.

“The site went off the deep end about how they needed testers for their new experimental Nano-mechanical medical program, and how they were paying big bucks for anyone that would volunteer and that all you had to do to participate was send them your postal address. The details about the shit were almost like the ravings of a madman, than an advertisement, spitting some crap about how you could use the program to become the perfect you, change any part of your body, rewrite your entire personality, or if that wasn’t your cup of tea, you could do it to someone else………” Kevin droned on and on in his usual languid, self absorbed, extroverted fashion, much to your continued boredom.

You had to admit, that just like before as soon as he mentioned looking for material to wank off to, you had zoned him out and began to entertain random thoughts in your head, like you were perusing groceries at a convenience store, that was until he mentioned something both ear catching and rather perturbing.

“…………….hell even I was convinced that the man who wrote this was far gone, up there. But there was just something about the passion that he put into it and the program in itself that just inspired me to give it a try. But I’m no fool, going into this shit alone, which is why I decided that who better to test it out with than my best buddy Jason, which is why I inputted your postal address along with my email.”

Your head shot bolt upright from the floor at which you absent mindedly stared, your now blood shot eyes nearly bulging out as you locked them directly unto Kevin, slowly coming to the gradual realization of the gravity of his statement.

“You what!” You exclaimed in bewildered confusion, clasping your hands unto the back of your head, struggling to grasp the full clarity of the situation.

“Hehe….hehe……Yeahhhhhhhh…. I was going to mention It a while ago, but I wasn’t sure it was legit, well that was until I checked my email and saw the package arrived a few days ago.” Kevin muttered rather sheepishly, his guilty eyes avoiding your frantic gaze, as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and placed the other on his slightly jutting hip.

“Package……..? What package?” You replied hurriedly, still trying to work over the exacerbation you were experiencing at your current predicament.

“Weren’t you listening dude, the program uses nanobots connected to an app on the site, which are introduced via a set of drinkable pills, to the person you wish to test it on.” Kevin responded showing a slight veneer of anger at your lack of attentiveness.

Yet you were too ensnared by your own overwrought thoughts to pay his rather uncalled for attitude any mind. You struggled to recollect the past week for any memory that would offer you information on this package he spoke of. You could feel your brain tremble as you paced it for details, growing ever more frustrated with each second that passed without result, however upon deeper inspection you eventually came across the answers you sought, which unfortunately for you yielded more fright, concern, and questions than the search itself.

You could recall it vividly now, plain as day. It was the early hours of the morning, you inattentively picked at your plate of bacon and eggs, as your, prim proper and beautiful mother, made casual conversation towards you to fill the silence created by the still dawn. Although your mind was drifting in a sea of pleasant idle thoughts and heeded little attention to her words, you could recall vaguely her mentioning that she was one of a few lucky winners selected to receive a mysterious new set of diet supplements from an up and coming pharmaceutical company, to try out for free along with a significant boat load of compensation, one in which like Kevin had seen in the advertisement, claimed would help to create the perfect you. Knowing her and her fitness crazed mind set, there was no doubt she had began taking them on a strict regiment.

You sat back down unto your bed behind you, as you slowly realized the entirety of the situation before you. You clasped both of your hands unto your face in frustration, chiding yourself for not paying attention to her words and stopping her. This frustration you could feel slowly boil into anger, before mellowing into concern. You had allowed your overbearing yet loving mother to become ensnared in your best friend’s foolish scheme and swallow some unknown drug from off of the deep web, your relent was immense.

“What? What’s the matter bro?” Kevin muttered concernedly at the show of your visible distraught, slowly inching closer to you before placing his hand comfortingly on your shoulder.

You looked up at him defeatedly.

“I think my mom was the one who got the package and swallowed those pills you were talking about.”

At the mention of this, you swore you saw a lecherous grin draw its way across Kevin’s face before returning to a concerned downturn, however given your pre occupied mind you thought nothing of it.

“Well……..Shit……Look I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but let’s test out if this program is bullshit or not. I know it sound like I’m being a selfish ass, but if it’s legit, we can at the least be sure what we are dealing with and rule out some of the unknown consequences right.” Kevin mustered out assuredly, in a vain attempt to quell your panicked mind.

This however only served to add to your distraught and anger you more, this was his plan after all, how dare he suggest even being allowed to see the fruits of his twisted labor, that he unwittingly foisted upon you and your mother.

You stood bolt upright, smashing his hand away from your shoulder and staring him down inches away from his face.

“You always fucking do this! Concoct some monkey brained plan and get me drawn into it! You just gave my mother some fucking weird ass drug off the internet, and now your standing here so fucking calm like some sort of saint, daring even to suggest we stay calm and test out your little perverted passion project on her! Fuck you man!” You cried out in rage at Kevin’s aggravating attitude and actions.

You preceded to then both lock eyes for an agonizingly long few seconds, before Kevin broke the tense silence with a sigh.

“I’m sorry Jace…….but what’s done is done. The best we can do now is confirm the legitimacy of this thing and make sure she’s at least under a controlled, environment, where we know all the possibilities and outcomes. Besides, if what the site said is true, nothing will happen to her unless we use the app. I know I don’t deserve your trust right now, but I’m asking you to give it a chance.” Kevin uttered, his countenance again a wash with the unfamiliar characteristics of sincerity and seriousness.

For a short while you contemplated whether to knock his day lights out right then and there or continue with his fool hardy plan, your mind a catastrophic storm of different emotions. A hurricane of anger, disgust, rage, concern, fear and curiosity, the eye of which it came upon giving you enough clarity to swallow a number of these and agree to the most logical course of action, which dishearteningly meant agreeing with Kevin’s suggestion. Who, now stood a few inches away from you, staring both quizzically and remorsefully at your shrouded veneer, as he awaited your response.

“Fffffffffffffffffine!” You muttered in both frustration and defeat, as you watched a smile of elation creep up unto Kevin’s face.

“Thanks bro.” Kevin said softly, as he slowly reached into his pocket and whipped out his phone, motioning you with his other hand over to his side.

You crept out of your seated position and trudged your way over, peering above his broad shoulder down into his phone, where he had a rather peculiar website open. The entire screen was pitch black with a white border filling the edges, the only sort of prompt it gave was a small text box in the center, which asked for a name.

“You want to do the honor’s?” Kevin queried as he tilted the phone towards you.

“I want no part of this. Her full name is Victoria Dominique Reyes.” You hissed back, still disgruntled at the current situation you found yourself in.

Kevin simply shrugged his shoulders in response and inputted your mom’s name into app. Suddenly the screen went completely dark, before a series of random letters and numbers began to fly across it at a rapid pace, climaxing in a near blinding burst of white light. Both you and Kevin quickly shielded your eyes from the burning flash, slowly returning your gazes as it dimmed, where you were both met with a rather familiar sight. Your jaw nearly fell agape in amazement and consternation, beholden on the phone screen, was a 3D, near one to one, life like image of your mother and the ensemble she wore today.

Her warm, straight, long, chocolate brown hair, flowed seemingly as a waterfall would, down unto her shoulders and to the middle of the small of her back. Casting forward to such a degree on her sultry, soft, face, that it annexed much of her forehead, coming to a stop just short of her brow in the form of thick bangs. Which served to further dramatize the beauty of her seraphic veneer. Completed, by large round, crystal blue doe eyes, touched by a light degree of black mascara and brown highlighter, her dainty button nose, high cheeks bones and thick, full pouted, glossy crimson red lips. All made lively and prominent by the phosphorescence of her summery, flawless honey tan skin. Her entire face was a measure of celestial beauty you had scant seen much, anywhere else, matched and in some ways contrasted by her tantalizingly salacious, voluptuously, curvy hourglass physique.

Attired in a plain white blouse, that stood accompanied by a dreadfully tight, and admittedly two sizes too small, black business pants and a pair of lustrous red heels. Beginning from the ground up, the first thing, or should you say things that kidnapped your gaze, was her long, thick, toned shapely legs, which upheld, her wide, broad, thickset, door stopping, baby bank hips, that caused her already curvaceous form to flare out dramatically, their supple flesh burgeoning, and causing noticeable exacerbation to not just the seams of her black pants but the zipper and buttons that held her modesty’s protection. They looked as if they were just about ready to rip and burst from the fabric respectively.

Held behind it and contributing to the cotton’s dilemma was her sea of full, round, bubbly, ass fat that spewed forward several inches against the stretched thin groaning fabric. The textile wrapping lasciviously around the curves of her thick, shapely, wide, overflowing, heart shaped, basket ball sized, backside, creaking almost as they struggled to contain the vast quantities of flesh that resided within their confines, lewdly outlining their form, leaving nothing to the imagination, as they triumphantly jutted outwards and sideward, before drooping immodestly with a river of fat down unto her plush thighs, each cheek nearly the size of a volley ball, beckoningly calling any onlooker. Seeing them now you could remember how embarrassingly, every sway of her full hips caused them to bubble and jiggle slightly, yet ever so enticingly.

These mouthwatering features, proving not only obscenely lewd, but to working to further dramatize her rather slim upper torso, replete with a flat stomach, slim arms, narrow shoulders and a trim waist, this series of likeness of characteristics, countered only by her giant set of swollen round watermelons that sat proudly atop her chest. The fabric of the blouse clung greedily to the tender form of her round, full, plump, water melon sized, lewdly indecent globes, as they lurched forward, pursing against the pinched textile, hungrily consuming the space inside the fabric, spilling to the front and sides, lewdly highlighting their large, round inviting outline. Their sheer size, causing significant distress to the buttons of her already snug white blouse, the first two being undone to accommodate such strain, causing a mountain of tender tan flesh to explode from between its confines and spew up and over the small exit created, straining against the tide of flesh that bulged against them, seemingly ready to burst off at any moment and reveal the erotic globes that lie underneath. Their sheer weight and heft resulting in them drooping slightly into an erotic tear shaped curvature.

Beholden to such a life like image, you could swear you were looking at her directly. Even though she had practically raised you these past 19 years, every time you saw her, you were both captured in awe and reddened by embarrassment. Firstly, because even in your most darkest, wettest and debaucherously obscene of pubescent fantasies, had you ever imagined such a salaciously stacked, curvaceous, near bovine physique existed in such a woman, enough to surpass even the most ample and exotic of pornstars. Secondly, and more poignantly because the body belonged to your 38 year mother Victoria Reyes. Seeing her now after this unfortunate revelation, you couldn’t help but think of what a wonderful, amazing woman she is and what you have allowed her to be subjected her to now.

Poised, intelligent, headstrong, ambitious, and quite the authoritative taskmaster and disciplinarian, but not without a nurturing and loving selflessness, that showed devotion, completely, to both her husband and you, her only child. Your mother was an incredible woman, easily capable of balancing both a career and the love and support needed to guide and aide her family. By all intents and purposes, she was the perfect mother and wife, and in many cases the perfect woman, furthered by her status, by friends and even some family alike, much to your dismay, as a total Bombshell MILF.

And it was due to this classification, that your mother enjoyed an unhealthy amount of lust driven attention, both hidden and bare, unwanted sexual advances and cat calls and even the occasional vulgar pinch or slap on the ass when in large crowds, which always sent her huge rear wobbling and rippling indecently, attracting even more attention, and sent her red with anger, much to many others enjoyment, wherever she went, from any red blooded heterosexual male, undoubtedly sending their loins alight. Your mom’s ridiculously thick physique was always a cause of much embarrassment and concern for you, for as long as you could remember, and though you had grown use to the lecherous stares, the endless futile efforts of her sea of suitors and the occasional obscene groping, it was still a cause for great annoyance especially as you got older and began your own sexual maturity as well.

She was the object of many women’s jealously and many men’s twisted carnal desires, so much so that she wasn’t safe from these obscene, hungry gestures, even when amongst friends and family. Who despite their relation seemed, like many, unable to abstain from engaging in hungry glares and the voicing of wild, sickening lust driven, maddening fantasies. You scant recount the many ways and times in which both friends and in some cases cousins and even uncles had regaled in great detail and hushed tones, how they’d love to dig their hands into that endless sea of supple, thick, honey brown, fat ass flesh and give her a pounding so vigorous, that afterwards she’d being saying “I do” to them, after divorcing your father, how if she weren’t married to him the only thing she’d be required to do all day was service their cocks until they were all but spent or how with a body like hers she was built for the stripper pole or the side walk on a late night, not some office, which she probably spent much time underneath rather than over the desk, if their vulgar meaning needed more explaining. Each time sending you flush with embarrassment but also anger.

Regarding it in further detail, you couldn’t help but feel, that the only reason your friends even visited your house so frequently was because, of when your mother was there, and because of the eye full she gave them regardless of what she was wearing. In fact many a times when both she and they were present, you couldn’t help but notice they took suspiciously long trips to the bathroom. The creator only knows you’ve caught them on multiple occasions trying to make their move or snap a picture of her plump rear or fat tits for their spank bank, when they thought you weren’t looking, leaving you very, very annoyed.

Even your best friend Kevin whom she treated near like a second son, and he, her as a maternal figure, couldn’t quite control his baser desires around her, which only manifested further as he grew. On several instances you noticed his greedy, scathing eyes swallowing the outline and fine details of her fat swollen, engorged melons, or huge, plump, thick, meaty, swaying ass, sporting a visible erection and flushed features as he did.

Yet, still you took solace in the fact that she was a loyal committed woman, and would never give any cheeky suitor, even those with a bigger bank than your father, the time of the day, there was no way in hell she was going to start with some fresh faced college kids like you and them, despite the many reasons your workaholic father gave her. Not that your father wasn’t a good man, but considering their age difference, which gave leverage to their disparity in looks, coupled with his increasing lack of presence in the home, due to work and your mother’s incredible personality and fertility goddess physique, had made their situation in the house very tense, you could see visible frustration etch on your mother’s face many times, when your father called in late or cancelled an evening out with her, it was clear their marriage had not seen action for quite some time due to this as well, a thought you no longer wished to entertain.

She could have chosen anyone else, set herself up with a celebrity, a millionaire, yet she settled for the mundane of an above average, upscale, well to do life. You certainly weren’t complaining, despite being in her late thirties your mother doesn’t look a day past twenty five, looks, riches and intelligence, your mother had it all, if she wanted, she could have had a much richer, and even more enviable life. All of which made you thankful that she chose this one and more remorseful of the situation you three had all landed in. Still, you pushed forward for her sake, but not without an admitted degree of curiosity either, to see this medical program in action.

“Something small first should do it. Maybe an outfit change to see if this isn’t a load a crap.” Kevin muttered softly to himself and you, casting a sideway glance for approval, heralding your return from the annals of your mind and reinstalling you back to a state of curious concern.

“I thought you said it could only alter the person?” You responded sharply.

“The nanites can access things in a short distance from an epidermal level of the target’s skin. Meaning things like clothes, or whatever is in contact with them can be altered slightly as well. Though it does require the patient to have been on the medication for a few days to obtain the necessary volume.” Kevin responded in a dry, clinical manner, almost as if he were reading from a script or reciting hurriedly from memory.

“Fine! Do it. Just hurry this up so we can get this over with.” You groaned out impatiently in tow, desperate for the anxiety this predicament had produced to be washed away with a relief of the security of understanding.

In leu of your approval, again for a brief second or two, you watched a dogged, almost starved, hungry, grin crawl upon Kevin’s immaculate features before quickly disappearing back with in normalcy. However, instead of ignoring it as previously, it begun to add to the weighted concern in your mind. But, before you could properly process this new addition, Kevin had already begun tapping away at his phone to begin the test.

Seeing this you took a few steps back to give him some breadth of movement, watching as he navigated various menus, and clicked at the different parts of your mother’s physique presented on the phone, before rapidly inputting strings of data or adjusting sliders available for the different sections, most of which seemed like random gibberish to your untrained eye. This continued for a few choice moments of repetition, before he looked up at you to signify completion.

“It’s done, we should head downstairs and check on Mrs. Victoria to see if it worked.” Kevin suggested with a slight degree of mirth mixed into his tone.

You simply nodded in response and moved towards the door, anxious to see the truth of this medication. You both crept silently, through the upstairs hallway, eve had fallen which shrouded both your visibilities, leaving you to be guided by the single source of illumination that sat beneath the stairs to the first floor, down in the kitchen where your mother worked her usual rounds to make dinner.

Heading to the first floor, you both peered over into the kitchen just in time for you to witness the changes begin, much to both your shock and concern. You stared in both cautious bewilderment and tentative fright, at your mother, who now stood by the countertop in the kitchen, as a wave of fine black metal erupted from your mother’s skin and enveloped her body in a thick plume from the neck down. You nearly flew into the kitchen right then and there from an explosion of nervous fear and intrepid consternation, but were quickly guided back to your hiding spot by a forceful yank from Kevin, who then gave you a broad grin to reassure your mother was alright and that this was natural. Upon closer inspection it did indeed appear that your mother was in no trouble at all, continuing to work at the countertop, chopping some vegetables, with a cheerful grin even, as the metal cloud, which now looked more like tiny robotic spiders, swarmed across her body without notice.

This skittering continued for quite some time, before the cloud eventually began to slowly dissipate back within the folds of her skin and inchingly give yield to the results of the program that Kevin had altered upon your mother, the outcome of which left your mouth agape, your blood boiling, and your heart pounding with trepidation.

You were met with an ensemble that even the raunchiest and most immoral of cheap hookers you’d find in the back alleys at the dead of night, would claim to be too immodest, especially with how it obscenely depicted your mother’s curvaceous figure, causing you to flush both with the heat of embarrassment and rage, but also a twang of suppressed eroticism.

Starting from the neck and going down, you noticed she now wore a large, racy black choker, that clung snugly, to her delicate, slender nape. Attached directly to the choker’s center, so that it may face whoever she might be speaking to, was a large silver medallion that had the words ” WORLDS BEST CUM GUZZLER ” engraved on it. Yet, despite the crude words, this was perhaps the least sinful part of her fit. Drifting further downwards your body flooded with even greater shame and embarrassment, not only at what you were witnessing, but at the slowly rising tide of burning arousal you felt at your mother’s salacious form, of which you felt increasingly powerless against.

It was something you had never imagined your mother would even find herself near in a thousand years. Affixed to the wide berth of her large, fat tits, was a small red tube top that failed to even meet that classification, looking more like an over stretched rubber band on its last leg, straining to keep her overflowing tit flesh from spewing out of its small tight confines and flopping lewdly downward unto her stomach. They also failed to protect even a modicum of her modesty, save for her, long, thick, dusky pink nipples, whose outline you could faintly see through the top, having been taped down and to the sides, no doubt to prevent them from snapping the last strands of the garment, when they recoiled forward fully erect. This left her round, dusky pink, almost dinner plate sized areolas for full view of any wanting onlooker to see, you noted how their entirety was swept across with goose pimples as well, thanks to the slight chill of the air.

The fabric squeezed tightly on your mother’s plump, round, tender, full, gigantic busom, distorting its shape, sending obscene amounts of flesh spilling in every direction, greedily searching for new spaces to occupy, up into the base of her neck, down on top of her diaphragm and even to the sides, where they competed for space in between the armpits, causing the flesh to look tight and strained, making the veins that supplied them with blood even more prominent. They looked like two over ripe watermelons ready to explode at any moment.

Travelling even further down you found an equally as lewd display. Attached to her bottom was a pair of woefully too tiny, black leather booty shorts, that failed to hide even a sliver of her feminine curves. Like most of her other articles of clothes it buckled at the seams, when met with the flare of her, broad, thickset, jutting hips, that admittedly threatened to end the small shorts career right there and then, menacing it to split into two at its full, thick behest. The waist band much like the choker was adorned with calligraphy, located directly at the front. It consisted of two words, separated by a small arrow that pointed down toward her woman hood, that read ‘ SPERM BANK’, eliciting both a twisted, horrid mixture of disgust and the repressed burning of pleasure.

Speaking of her womanhood, further down, the zipper and button that would normally protect their modesty was purposely undone, once again revealing the tender white flesh between her navel and vagina, but also the coarse finely trimmed black hairs of her pubes, almost showcasing the faintest outline of her honeypot, which was hidden just a few centimeters below. It was almost like it was on purpose, teasing no inviting any greedy gawkers to come and make a hefty deposit in her very much exposed ‘ SPERM BANK’. Yet, the outfit wasn’t done immodestly highlighting your mom’s curves it was just beginning in fact.

Taking a trip to her plump rear, the leather fabric wrapped lasciviously to the curves of her thick, shapely ass, groaning almost as they struggled to contain the vast quantities of meat that resided in their confines, lewdly exemplifying every pain staking detail of their bubbly, fat, full round heart shape, that seemed to occupy their own gravitational pull as they jutted invitingly outwards, each cheek roughly thrice the size of her head. Just like the front, the backside of the shorts had little respect for your mother’s modesty her sheer volume of ample, thick, full, overflowing, wobbly ass flesh was too much for the small member to contain, resulting in a sea of juicy, plump meat spilling below and outward through the hem of each leg hole. Half of her plentiful thickset cheeks practically spewed out her shorts, for all to see in their tender, white erotic, basket ball sized, fullness their massive heft causing them to droop enticingly above the back of her upper thigh. In their free state you could scarcely imagine how vigorously they’d bubble and bounce, slapping into each other with a distinct meaty clap.

Moving even further down the rest of her ensemble was completed by a pair of long lacy, black webbed stockings and a pair of dark, three inch hooker heels, that both were attached to her lengthy, thick, shapely legs. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, there you’re normally prim, proper and conservative mother stood, now dressed like some bimbo from an exotic porno, but even more surprisingly so, without so much as a peep from her.

You felt numb from the shame and embarrassment that you felt, not only from your mother’s new outlandishly provocative attire, but from the internal struggle for decency that now took place within yourself. She was the woman who stood by your side through thick and thin, fed you, clothed you, raised you and loved you unconditionally, yet now you couldn’t stop your own animalistic urges from reacting and preying upon her exposed, curvaceous, tantalizingly stacked physique. You could feel the burning heat of arousal draw upon your entire body, as you heart began to thrash wildly in your chest, your skin began to sear and your blood began to boil, the majority of it concentrating into the epi center of your loins. You could feel your member slowly build up in girth and length with a tantalizingly lubricous jolt of heat and electricity as it steadily worked it’s way up to full mast, beginning to spasm and throb violently with each creeping second, smashing near painfully into it’s cotton confines before tenting the fabric of your shorts to the high heavens. Your swollen, engorged, mushroom shaped tip making a distinct impression against the textile as it pulsed violently outwards, desperate for relief using the erotic shape that had brought upon such a powerful reaction.

Vice and virtue battled ferociously in your head for a small moment, as you struggled to process what had just happened and the results the effects of the realization of the power of this program had inflicted upon you. At the same time Kevin seemed to have had no qualms with the results, he himself had no doubted designed, sporting a large smug, albeit sinister grin, and a giant painful, throbbing erection, which seemed to have dwarfed your own.

It hardly matched the typical scale of a normal male genitalia, calling it a penis would be quite an understatement, it was more like a large slab of hardened throbbing flesh. It’s length, which easily surpassed a ruler in size, matched only by its girth, which could give those on the slimmer sides’ forearm a run for their money in width. It’s vigor, causing it to spasm violently beneath it’s denim control, giving rise to, a measured number of pulsating veins through their overstuffed, near skin tight breeches, and a noticeable damp circumferential radii near the apex of the large rod. Whose head shook violently and resembled a mushroom, fat, swollen, and engorged, but most notably pointed directly at your mother’s round, juicy, plump inviting body.

Seeing this offered you a brief moment of respite from your battle of morality, which was overcome by a sense of deceit and rage, which was thoroughly expressed, as you yanked Kevin by the collar out of his disgusting, warped enjoyment of your mother’s full form to give him an earful.

“What the fuck did you do to my mom, you pervert!” You croaked out in between mashed teeth, trying your best to suppress the rage that would be present in your voice given the current dilemma.

“Like I said….enghhhh…..buddy. We are just testing to see if the pills were worth there shit or not. It’s all or nothing. And from the results we got……oooooh……its fucking all baby! Besides you looked like your enjoying yourself over there too you horny bastard!” Kevin jived out in a hush, in response to your assault, a wide, mischievous grin on his face and a skip and a step in his tone.

He sounded so assured and elated, almost as if this was his intention from the start. You wanted nothing more than to tear him a new one, but couldn’t help but yield at the efficacy of the truth of his words. As much as it disgusted and conflicted you, you were aroused, very much so, your erection still pulsing violently at a hint of the reminder of the raunchy image that stood before the two of you.

“Look, as much as I hate how this turned out, and having to test it on Mrs. Victoria first, whom I respect very much. You can’t deny that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity Jace. Think about it! The power we have to alter not just someone’s body but their mind as well! The possibilities! The women! The riches! We could have it all depending on who we try our hands with, with these pills. Just consider your mom the pivotal stepping stone in this pursuit.” Kevin spewed out in a passionate tirade, to try and convince you, sounding almost like an overzealous religious fanatic during the effort, as he grabbed unto to your arms and began to lower them from the grip on which you had his collar.

It was effective too, his honeyed words began to bash against the primal wall of angry emotions you had constructed, upon witness of the first changes to your mother. Appealing directly now to the front of wisdom, logic and reason you had stored behind it. While Kevin’s deceit left an awful, bitter, metallic twang of deceit upon your tongue, his words did harken to every man’s primordial desire for riches, women and power, one in which the now obvious effects of the pills could assuredly achieve. You teetered on the edge of convincing, like a nail that stuck free from a board, needing only a single strike to be coerced back into line, one in which Kevin would provide.

“Think about it Jason. If we play our cards right your mother stands to benefit too. Besides we can always change her back and she’ll be none the wiser, it’ll be just between the two of us. All we need is to push a little farther to understand the powers we have been gifted and then we’ll be on our way. Promise bud.” Kevin muttered softly and reassuringly, giving you his brightest smile as he gently clasped his hand down unto your shoulders.

You pondered for a brief moment longer, before sighing and releasing Kevin from your grip with a limp fall, overcome now by logic and greed aided by lust.

“Trust me you wont regret this bud.” Kevin uttered gingerly.

“Just make it fucking quick.” You replied bitterly.

Without another word Kevin nodded his head vigorously, before yanking the phone of his pocket again and rapidly tapping away.

You cant deny that you felt a certain rush of exhilaration, as he made his changes given the speech he just gave you. Your mind ran wild with possibilities, driven by both hunger for money, and power but lust as well, fueled much to your shame and now increasing desire by the curves of your mother’s ridiculously thick, supple, round whore physique. However before you were ever able to entertain those thoughts any further Kevin pulled you back into reality.

“It’s done.” He said triumphantly, as he his head shot bolt upright from the phone he was facing towards your mother, you followed suit and did the same.

You stared through doorway in anxious anticipation as you watched a faint shimmer briefly cascade across your mother’s obscene form, before her entire body began to lightly quake, sending her fat tits and ass jiggling and rippling wickedly. This would continue for a brief moments longer before stopping without warning. Your narrowed eyes shot wide open, as you witnessed your mother’s already sinfully curvaceous physique, begin to slowly but surely plump up, becoming even fuller and thicker.

Her long, toned finely defined legs grew softer and thicker as they pulsed and radiated outwards with summery, brown flesh. Her already plump and wide baby making hips, flared outward in surge of growth easily doubling her shoulders in width at this point, thickening and fattening even further. Their massive increase causing even more distress to the progressively overcrowding leather shorts, causing its form to creek and groan as they struggled to contain the rapid influx of delectable, soft hip flesh, their growth climaxing in a distinctive rip followed by the remnants of her ‘hoochie’ shorts falling beside her brimful new legs, split into to two, leaving the delicate features and full lips of her hot mound unprotected, her bare vagina in all its mature glory.

Not wanting to be outdone your mom’s ass began to quake and quiver, sending ripples through the endless sea of it’s fat, causing it to jostle and bubble beckoningly, sending a wicked wave of quivering flesh, tantalizingly bubbling like a wave across its endless seas of thick, round, firm juicy, fat. Continuing to rumble for a few more seconds before it pulsed and pushed out in an instantaneous explosion of flesh, the tender, full, plump wide, brown flesh spewing indiscriminately in every direction, growing wider and heavier shaking with fat as its sheer size caused it to begin to droop heavily unto her plush thighs, against the ever present force of gravity. The thick round cakes of her cheeks, pulsing proudly outwards, practically the size of small watermelons. They were far wider, fatter, and fuller, than anything you had seen in even the most sinful and erotic parts of the inter web matching your mom’s increasingly heavier frame.