Leaning forwards I try to look down the hall and into the other bedroom, eager to see who the hell she was talking to. After a few moments, I watch as my mom waddles out of the bedroom, her eyes wide as she stares at Stacy.
The color drains from my face as I see her, the squat overweight elderly woman whom I'd called my mom standing with a shocked look spread across of chubby wrinkled face. Her mouth falls agape as she stares up at her taller and surprisingly youthful sister, barely moving as Stacy reaches around her and pulls my mother into a tight hug. Stacy quickly begins to shower my mother's blemished pale skin with wet smothering kisses, causing my mom to writhe and wriggle as she attempts to escape her sister's grasp.
"Don't...be...like...that...my...little angel" Stacy coos between each of her overbearing acts of affection. "Ooooooh I'm going to miss you both so..." she continues, pausing as her hands begin to explore and squeeze my mom's flabby body.
Despite the many layers she was wearing, a heavy black winter jacket hanging down to her knees as well as numerous layers of what I could only assume were shirts and a dark red sweater, her rounded body shape was still readily apparent. While in her youth she had been a little slimmer she had let herself go after college and entering the workforce. This had only gotten worse after she had me, the added baby weight sticking around and compounding the problem as she grew larger over the decades.
My Aunt pokes, prods, and squeezes at the folds of fat hidden beneath my mother's clothes. My mother's face begins to burn a bright red, her writing growing more forceful as she tries to shake her sister off and to end the intrusive exploration.
"Sweetie..." Stacy mutters, the gears turning in her head as she pinches and wobbles my mother's love handles. "Have you put on some weight? You won't stay on the track team if you let yourself..."
"What!?" my mom grunts, her voice crackly and hoarse. "What are you..." she tries to ask, her words getting cut short as she buckles forward clutching at her distended flabby belly.
My mother's face comes to rest in my Aunt's shoulder, the bubbly blonde misinterpreting the act as she begins to stroke my mother's back reassuringly. I watch on in horror as my mom's clothes begin to shift, whatever lay beneath the many layers bubbling and roiling like boiling water. Tears fill my mom's eyes, her mouth hanging open as a cry of pain gets caught and silenced in her throat.
"There there sweetie" my Aunt coos, rubbing my mother's back and holding her close. "I'm sure it's nothing your morning routine won't solve. We'll leave some more money for dinner downstairs, in case you want to get something...besides pizza" my Aunt says in hopes of reassuring what she thought was her distraught daughter. Stacy glances over at me, giving me an expectant look as if she wants me to say something as well.
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but stop as I realize I have no idea what exactly to say in this situation. I continue to look on as my mother's clothes grow looser and looser, her once overstuffed 'mom jeans' sliding down around her ankles as the large jacket drapes over her like a child wearing their parent's clothes.
"Amy" hisses Dayle, nodding in my mother's direction as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. Her once plump and rounded face appears far thinner now, her cheekbones and delicate features sowing through for the first time in nearly four decades.
"Um..." I mutter, fidgeting in place and wringing the apron in my hand. "You look good...sis?" I squeak, each and every word in my sentence sounding more and more unsure than the last.
Hearing my voice my mother stops quivering in her sister's arms, freezing up and fighting through whatever pain and discomfort she was feeling to twist around to look at me. The shocked look on her face only grows, her bright blue eyes darting over me before locking her gaze to my new hair.
Groaning under her breath my mother pushes herself back up to standing without any assistance, her legs shaking and her knees practically knocking together as she tries to regain her strength. Staring at her now exposed limbs I let out a gasp, finally seeing some of the results of all that terrible pain she had endured. Gone are her plump calves, filled with odd blemishes and visible varicose veins, now replaced with slender and firm athletic limbs. I watch as the newly formed muscles twitch and convulse as my mother stands on them, a faint grinning forming on her lips as she takes in the newfound feeling of strength.
Seeing the smile Stacy begins to giggle, standing back up at her full height. "See, she wouldn't lie to you" Stacy explains, glancing over to me.
"Yeah, listen to your older sister" Dayle chirps, smiling between my mother and myself as Paul tugs at his chinos.
My heart sinks ever further as those words reach my ears, my eyes going wide as I stare down at myself before looking up at my mother. She in turn stares back at me, mirroring my shocked expression as Aunt Stacy minces back over to her husband.
"And I love the outfit Jenny" Stacy coos, either as a genuine compliment or trying to check up her daughter. "Though didn't you wear the same thing yesterday? Don't tell me you slept in it" she continues with a giggle, reaching the landing and taking her husband's hand.
"Out...I woke up in it" my mother chokes out, her eyes still locked staring into my own.
Corraling Paul down the stairs Dayle begins to leave the second floor. My Aunt follows suit, only looking back up as she registers what my mother had said.
"Oh...well give it to your sister, she was going to do some laundry" Stacy states, looking over to me as she disappears further down the stairs. "That's alright isn't it dear?" she asks, responding to my answer before I can even give it with a "thank you Amy, love you both."
My mother and I simply stand there as the seconds pass by, the only sound filling the house being that of our new parents and brother leaving out through the front door and locking it behind them. As the sound of the car outside reaches us, the loud noise of the engine starting up before easing away, another sounds finally reaches me.
I nearly jump out of my skin as I watch a nervous-looking young man begin to creep out of the room my mother had come from, the tall athletic young man glancing around as he checks if the coast was clear.
"Are they gone babe?" the taller tanned young man asks, his voice relatively deep despite his youthful appearance. He had to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, his short black hair formed into a bowl-cut that was almost laughable by modern standards. He stands behind my mother, completely shirtless with his well-defined pecs and firm six-pack abs on full display. The only piece of clothing he has on is his underwear, a tight pair of white briefs leaving his semi-hard member unlined through the material.
"I...uh..." my mother mutters, twisting around to look at the young man before looking at me. As she spins in place the young man wraps his hand around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss and lifting her slightly off the ground as he does so. For a brief moment it's as though my mother forgets about everything that is happening, her mind becoming distracted by the fact that someone could actually lift her, the brief moment of distraction lasting long enough for the man to shove his tongue down her throat.
I watch as my mother pushes against the man's firm chest at first, struggling to extricate herself from the kiss before quickly giving up, her soft mewling moans carrying down the hall and reaching me as her now slender fingers run over the man's chest and his muscular back. The scene only grows heavier and heavier as the time goes by, the bulge in his briefs growing harder and larger as my mother becomes more ferocious in her grinding and moaning.
I let out a loud cough, clearing my throat as I stare disappointedly at my mother. The young man immediately breaks away, practically leaping in place out of the shock of getting caught, though he appears to calm down slightly as she looks over at me.
"Oh...hey Amy...I was just..." he mutters breathlessly, still holding my mother against him as she catches her breath as well.
"I could see what you were doing" I huff, folding my arms over my chest. Strangely enough, as my arms press against my chest I notice his gaze dropping down to stare and acting as a reminder that I was for all intents and purposes a young woman at this point.
"Babe..." pants my mother, her face flushed as sweat forms on her still rather blemished skin. "I think...you should go. I kind of...want to talk to my...sister" she explains, finally pushing herself from his grasp much to her own disappointment.
"I..." the young man chokes out, obviously disappointed. "Fine...but do you want to come over later, then we can..." he pauses, looking over at the obviously disgruntled older sister. "Study" he finishes surprisingly confidently, obviously thinking I would buy the lie.
"Yes!" squeaks my mom, far more eagerly than I would have expected. "I mean...we'll see babe...just..." she mumbles, obviously embarrassed at her outburst.
"I know, I know...back door, don't let the neighbors see" the young man states, his tone almost mocking as her repeats the instructions he must have anticipated coming from my mom. With that he walks back into the bedroom, waving at me and slipping beyond the door without another word.
As the door closes behind him my mother turns to face me.
"What the hell was..." I begin to hiss, watching her as she begins to race towards me and practically tackles me back into my bedroom. My sentence is cut off with a loud grunt, the breath leaving my lungs as my mother barrels into me and shoves me backward. Despite her size I can feel the results of her newfound muscles, the sudden act toppling me through the threshold as she quickly follows and slams the door shut behind her.
"Sit!" she hisses, pointing down at the bed I had woken up on. She slowly begins to look around the room around us, drinking in the strange mismatched colors covering every surface. While staring in awe at the room she slowly begins to strip down, starting with sliding out of her oversized jacket.
I take a seat at the foot of my bed, looking slightly up at her as she excitedly disrobes. As the jacket finally drops to the floor, revealing the now tent-like sweater draping her slender form, the heavy article of clothing merely disappears into a mass of matching black smoke. My hands immediately shoot to my own sweater, gripping it as if to remind myself that it was real, at least for the time being.
"So...what the hell are you doing here?" my mother grumbles, grabbing the bottom of her sweater and pulling it over her head. In one sudden motion she whips it off, hurling the dark red bundle at the wall as it suddenly vanishes into a puff of crimson wisps.
"I used Nostalg-Co" I state incredulously, glaring at my mom as she adjusts the white shirt she now wore like some sort of dress. "You know that, I sent my goodbyes and everything."
My mother doesn't respond her a moment as she runs her slender fingers over her tight and lean musculature, from her shoulders down to her forearms before moving onto her firm hardened thighs. She still looked like the same woman in her late sixties she had been mere moments ago, though now she appeared to have the svelte figure of a track star hidden beneath her wrinkled blemished skin.
"That was weeks ago" she snaps back, moving to run her hands over her stomach before lifting her shirt. We both gasp as she reveals her tight taut tummy, the faintly defined beginning of a six-pack showing beneath her pale skin.
"Weeks? No I just woke up here like...a few minutes ago" I mutter in response, watching as my mother begins to wander the room. Despite having woken up here I really hadn't had much of a chance to explore, to learn about this Amy person I apparently appeared to be.
"Well it's been weeks for me" she grumbles, pacing past the white painted wooden desk and chair where my uniform sat as she runs her fingers over the pantyhose and skirt. "So...you're a girl? My...older sister?" she asks, pausing and wincing for a moment as she tries to get the words out.
"I...that's what Stacy and Dayle said" I explain, shuddering at the thought of this new dynamic. "What the hell is going on? Why are they still together?" I ask, hoping my mother would have more insight into my Aunt than I did.
"I don't know" she huffs, making her way over to a large white dresser with a massive oval mirror resting atop of it. "I...I guess I wasn't around to...Did I break them up?" she mutters, obviously disconcerted at the idea that she had caused Dayle and Stacy's divorce.
Distracting herself she begins to pull open the dresser draw by draw, investigating the clothing which lay within.
"Hey! Get out of..." I begin to shout, jumping to my feet as my mom begins to chuckle.
"God, you sound like your Aunt...or should I say our mother" she laughs, digging around the draws as she looks for something in particular. "Besides, aren't you curious about all this Amy?" she continues, looking over her shoulder and up at me with a sly smirk.
"If you're curious about this then...then...look at your own stuff!" I stammer back, struggling to find the right rebuke.
"I already did" she states, nibbling at her bottom lip. "While you and mom were talking outside I had a little look around at my stuff...after hiding..." she continues, pausing as her brow furrows. "Huh...I didn't even ask who he was...I guess that would have been..." she mutters, her face growing red as her lips twist into a lewd grin.
"You don't even know who that guy...how did he get into your room?" I snap, blown away by what I was hearing.
"I don't know" she says with a girlish giggle. "I just woke up and he was there with me. Though it was a tight fit before...this happened" she coos, momentarily pausing her search through my dresser to run her hands over her slender new form. "I guess he's Jenny's boyfriend? My boyfriend" she mewls, losing herself in thought before snapping back to reality as a nervous look spreads across her face.
"This...isn't like you" I mutter, shaking my head disappointedly.
"I know" she squeaks back, a slight bit of concern in her voice. "But...oh it feels so..." she continues, only stopping as she finds what she was looking for. Fumbling for a second she pulls free from one of the top draws a cream-colored satin bra, tossing it to me with a smile on her face.
Reeling in shock I fumble my catch, instead pinning the piece of underwear to my chest as I glare at my mother.
"What the hell...Why are you looking for..." I stammer, rubbing my fingers of the smooth material in my grasp.
"Well I can't be the only one that's curious" she says with a huff, spinning around and leaning her firm pert rear against the dresser. "The first thing I did was dig through my clothes to see if I'd be getting rid of my...Barely Bs" she grumbles jealously, looking down at her own chest as she reminds herself of the cruel way Aunt Stacy used to describe her modest bust.
"You can't be serious, are you that..." I begin to grumble, my words catching in my throat as I feel a painful stinging sensation wrack my chest. I squeal in pain, looking down and dropping the bra as I realize I had been holding it to my chest.
I hastily begin to pull off my sweater as the burning sensation that had covered my scalp begins to form beneath the skin of my chest. Following my mother's lead I toss the sweater against the wall, watching as it vanishes into a plume of dark blue smoke. Left in just a black shirt I watch in horror as something beneath my skin bubbles and bulges, eagerly stretching and straining my skin to the point I feel like it's going to burst.
Tumbling back onto the bed I begin to pant, my breath rapidly becoming haggard and strained my chest practically locks up from the pain.
"Imagine that through your whole body" my mother huffs dismissively, reaching down to pick up the bra to inspect it herself. As she reads the label I'm left whimpering and weeping, clutching at my chest as I feel globs of something shifting around under my skin. The pained noises coming from me seem to reach some motherly part of her as her expression shifts to one of concern.
"Oh sweetheart, it'll be over soon. Don't worry, just breathe and give it a minute. Soon you'll have your own pair of..."
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