I'm forced to stare up at her from my position on the floor, my eyes darting over the young woman in the doorway. She couldn't be older than nineteen or twenty, her features a mixture of familiar and all-new traits. She is an absolute bombshell, around 5'6", her curvaceous form on full display as she poses in the doorway.
Her long blonde hair hands down a little way past her narrow shoulders, curling slightly in a manner that just seems to emphasize its volume. Eye large doll-like eyes are a deep blue, much like her old ones but now appearing to be large lakes of crisp color that someone could easily get lost in. Her face is slender, showing just a little bit of her cheekbones as they frame a cute button nose that turns ever so slightly up at the tip. Her lips are like pink dreamy pillows, bowing gracefully to create a gentle pout that would drive men wild.
Her complexion is ever so slightly tanned, a natural outcome from some time in the sun with an otherwise pale skin tone. Her neck is swan-like, gracefully leading down to her narrow shoulders. This however is where the soft subtle features end abruptly as her chest suddenly balloons outwards. Her breasts appear positively massive on her frame, the large perky fatty lumps straining her white spaghetti strap top to its limit. They almost defy gravity, jiggling gently with every motion but not really sagging in the slightest.
Her bulging chest, stretching out the top, makes for seeing her stomach rather difficult as the material seems to hang a little from the shelf of flesh. Her arms and waist however look extremely slender and feminine, her waist pinching in rather tightly right before exploding out into a hip set of childbearing hips. She has a true hourglass figure, her top-heavy nature being counter-pointed by the drastic pear shape of her lower body.
The thin black skirt leaves little to the imagination, barely covering even a third of her soft squeezable thighs. It hangs at the very edge of her hips, leaving the two black strings that make up the thong she is wearing visible to the whole world as they run up and over her flared hips. She can't help but wriggle them from side to side, causing the skirt to swish and occasionally reveal the sight of her thong with a small wet patch forming in the fabric. Her body has no hair below her neck, most likely having had it all removed as a part of her procedure.
"Well mom, how do I look?" she coos, her voice sweet and melodic.
"You're...You're..." I croak, coughing a little as I try to get the words out of my dried-up throat.
"Hot? Sexy? Slutty?" she asks, twisting and turning her body to show it off.
As she spins I begin to see her backside, a plump cushion of perfectly formed fat which appears to softly bounce enticingly with each and every step.
"I know I know, it's a bit of a change" she says, waving her hand dismissively. "But how could I not!? When I saw this was available as an option for what your daughter could look like" she coos again, chewing at her lower lip as she paws at her own massive chest.
"My...What are you..." I groan, shifting a little under the large blanket as more and more of my physical faculties return.
"We're your children now, we had to be at least a little based on your genes mommy" she explains, her hands still joyously pawing at her body. "Oh the boys are going to be all over me, I have the body and the experience. I'll have them eating out of the palm of my hand...and hopefully eating something else too" she purrs, her voice practically turning into a moan as her thick nipples begin to show through the flimsy material of the top.
My jaw drops as I watch my mother act this way. She had always been a rather short, plump, and frumpy woman. She had often chastised her sister for her free-loving and promiscuous ways, complaining that she should have just focused on her family and career rather than chasing boys.
"You sound...like..." I cough out, watching as a sly grin appears on her cock-sucking lips.
"Stacy? I know, trust me I know" she purrs again, reaching up to give her hardened nipples a little pinch before moaning softly. "Fuck, this body is on fire. Must be the new hormones" she pants, shifting her hands to her side as she obviously struggles not to explore her new youthful form.
"You...hated..." I croak, trying to point out the hypocrisy.
"Hated is a...strong word mom. Maybe I just wanted to try this out, maybe I was always jealous, maybe I wished I had a body like hers...like this" she says, her voice oozing with sexual overtones as she stares down at her blonde bombshell of a form. "Either way...I'll use it better than her, I have the brains and the beauty" she explains, a dark tone coming into her voice as she muses about her new position.
"Speaking of Stacy..." she mutters, trailing off as she looks out the door behind her and into the hallway.
"Hey! Stacy! Come say 'Hi' to mom!" she shouts, her lips curling into a curling smile as she glances down at me.
The sound of footsteps begins to draw closer and closer as my Aunt shuffles towards us. As she does so my mother begins to walk into the room, tearing open boxes as she searches for something. "Let's...see...where did you..." she mutters as she looks, wriggling her hips in a distracted fashion as she paws through the disorganized mess.
Before I can ask her what she was looking for I see a shape step into the doorway, blocking some of the light. It was my Aunt, or at least what she had been turned into, the shadowy silhouette fading away to reveal the sight of...
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