Retirement Restart - Part Six

My jaw drops as I look up, tears welling up in my eyes as I see my body being that of a woman who looked barely a decade older than I was only a few days ago. My breath catches in my chest as my eyes dart straight to its reflection, my gaze fixating on the massive fatty mounds that appear to jiggle ever so slightly with each heavy beat of my heart.

A shrill yelp escapes my lips as I reach up to my chest, finding my slow and unresponsive hands failing entirely in holding the massive orbs. With a sharp gasp I squeeze them, a shiver suddenly running down my spine as I begin to feel the subtle tingle of arousal at my own clumsy manhandling of my enormous assets.

With a great deal of effort I begin to push myself into a seated position, groaning in my soft sweet voice as I suddenly lean forwards with the outrageous weight on my chest. My back already hurts, most likely due to the Swap Clinic making my body as though I had been carrying these things since they first grew in. Glancing down at myself I'm met with a sagging shelf of flesh, my massive bust sagging into a perfect teardrop shape before tapering upwards slightly and ending with a set of small pointy pink nipples.

"What the..." I mutter, my voice coming out as a mixture of soft and breathy. It was sweet as iced tea and warm as a summer breeze, yet there was an innate absentmindedness to it that made me sound far more confused and unsure about things than I already was.

With shaking legs I slowly try to rise to my feet, my mother quickly taking my arm and lifting me up as she grins maniacally at my heavy shaking bust.

"We did a pretty good job with you mom" my mother turned daughter taunts, pushing me a little closer towards the mirror and causing me to wince as I feel my chest bounce with my uneasy steps.

Whimpering softly I begin to take in my body from the head down, my new lips quivering as tears begin to roll down my cheeks.

My hair was blonde, much like my new children, though it was far less well maintained. It hangs about my head and down to my shoulders in a wild airy mane, the slight voluminous curls of my mother's locks apparently coming from my own slightly more curly hair. My face is the sweetest thing I had seen, with wide bright blue eyes and rounded cheeks which appear to hide any sharp cheekbones my mother may have inherited. My lips make a slight pout, forming a calm albeit vacant expression. While I was still relatively young I can see the first few signs of aging, a slight wrinkle here and there, but not enough to detract from my youthful and lovable face.

My neck is slender and leads gracefully to an equally set of narrow shoulders, a mandala patterned tattoo appearing to have been placed on my left shoulder. While my bust was positively massive it appears to be far larger on my slim frame, my thin arms and slim torso making my new breasts my new defining feature. My arms, while rather slender, have a soft appearance to them along with numerous small tattoos of birds running down from my shoulder and populating my right upper arm. My hands ball up into impotent fists as I stare at myself in horror, my petite fingers interlocking as I feel just how soft they had become.

My eyes drift lower and lower, moving over my tight stomach and to my flared hips. My tummy was trim, though it lacked any really defining muscle. A few stretch marks pock my otherwise perfect pale skin along with a scar from what I could only assume was a caesarean. My hips were somewhat wide thought not to the same bombshell degree as my mother's form, enough to have a decent bit of sway but failing to even remotely balance out my chest. On my pelvis are small tattoos of a red rose and one of a gardenia, the stalks pointing down towards my wild untrimmed public hair. The tuft of wiry hairs appear to have never been shaved, the mass of darker blonde hair drawing my eyes to my new pussy as I squeal of shock escapes my lips.

"Oh calm down" my mother mutters dismissively. "You lived with a cock, you can live with a pussy too. I mean you didn't even have to endure childbirth, you'll make all the other yummy mommies jealous"

"Yummy..." I begin to mutter, my eyes drifting lowers as I stare at my relatively plush thighs and down to my firm calves. I couldn't help but notice what they had done to me, I looked good. They had made themselves pure tens out of ten, and I suppose to get that level of perfection they needed a parent in the same grade. "...Mommy?" I squeak, finishing my thought with a sniffle as I continue to weep at the sight of my overly busty form.

"That's right mom" my mother responds in a patronizing tone. "Hot, young moms tend to earn that name"

"She sounds so..." my Aunt mutters in a gruff tone, wincing a little as she looks into my eyes. "How much did you mess with his...her head?" he asks, putting the mirror down and heading out into the hall in search of something.

"Not that much" she coos back, chewing at her bottom lip as she looks me up and down. "Not intentionally at least, but these things tend to...bleed into each other"

"My head?" I mutter nervously, my own voice sending delightful shivers down my spine. "What did you do?"

A grin spreads over my mother's face as she begins to walk around me, taking in her handy work for a moment before speaking. As she walks around me, leaving me naked and swaying slightly on uneasy legs, I realize that she was a lot closer to being the same height as me though I was still a little taller.

"Well...Mom! Seems like you didn't pay too much attention in sex ed...or really any classes while you were in high school, considering you got knocked up and dropped out before you even graduated" she chortles, reveling in the power our situation gave her.

I swallow hard at the explanation, my eyes going wide before I begin to stare daggers at her. Even in my anger I can't help but appear adorable, my lips turning into a cute pout to accompany the death glare. "You did what!?" I shout, though my voice doesn't rise to the same sound levels as I had once commanded.

"Me?" my mother responds, playfully pointing at herself. "You're the one that decided to have me after a tryst in the gym storeroom rather than complete your education" she continues with a smile "and thanks for that mom".

I begin to shake in anger as she talks, my chest wobbling distractingly as I'm forced to stare down at it in awe.

"You must have had all the boys over you back then. Hell, you probably will have them lusting over you now" she chides, continuing to taunt me. "I should probably work out how I'm going to be bringing guys home with you around...unless I want a new baby brother or sister"

"Stop it!" I respond, my voice breaking as I begin to weep more heavily.

The outburst gives my mother pause, the smirk falling from her face for a moment and allowing me to collect my thoughts. I try to search my head for my own education, my schooling and extracurricular activities that made up my knowledge base. Much to my own surprise much of it was still intact, not having been touched.

"But I went to...um..." I mutter, finding the name of my college on the tip of my tongue. "No...I mean...I studied...ahhhhh...come on..." I squeak, stamping my foot in frustration.

The smirk quickly returns to my mother's face as she watches my frustration. Reaching out she grabs me by the chin, forcing me to look her in the eye.

"You never graduated high school. You never even had the chance to go to college. You were a terrible student, dim and easily distracted...and being a distraction yourself" she explains, her eyes glancing down at my chest as she finishes.

"But I...I remember..." I whimper, my breathe growing shaky as I try to fight back the tears.

"Well of course, those can't be taken by the Swap Clinic. But good luck ever expressing them in a manner other than that befitting...well...how you are now" she continues, chuckling as she watches my expression grow into one of terror.

"Hey! Come on" my Aunt shouts, walking back into the room with a bundle of clothes. "Stop being such a bitch to him...I mean her"

My mother scoffs at my Aunt's comment, turning to face him. "Oh please, you were all too eager to sell off his education to afford that jawline"

"And to make sure he wasn't some fifty-year-old woman with one foot in the grave" my Aunt retorts, dropping the clothes on a nearby box. "And you're the one that sold his high school diploma for his new...assets. You did that just so you could inherit some of their size."

"And?" my mother snaps back in frustration, squeezing her own firm and perky chest. "I paid for that schooling, consider this the refund"

"Just...stop making it worse for mom" my Aunt says with a sigh, turning to face me. "These should fit you. They're...some of my old stuff, so the chest will be...tight" he explains through gritted teeth.

"Yeah mom, get dressed" my mom taunts, heading to the door and giving her new brother a slight push. "We've got a lot to get sorted before you can relax"

As my mother leaves the room my Aunt leaves in turn, closing the door behind him to give me even a modicum of privacy.

Sniffling and breathing heavily I move to wipe the tears from my eyes and cheeks, a whimper escaping my lips and a disgusted wince spreading across my face as I feel the droplets of water run down my tits and into my hot sweaty cleavage.

"I...fuck...this is..." I groan, reaching to hold my expansive chest as I begin to walk in the hopes it would lessen the pain and jiggling.

A sharp breath escapes my lips as I take my first few steps, my body immediately beginning to walk with a sensual sway in its hips. There is nothing I can do to fight it, my body refusing to even entertain the idea of walking like I remember my male stride being.

My lip quivers in despair as I walk over to the clothes my new son had left for me. While I didn't know my Aunt's full wardrobe I could only assume it would show off more than I wanted.

Looking down at the box I see what appears to be a tight black top, a white pleather skirt, a pair of black flats, and...