The Auto-Closet - Part Four

Slowly rising from her lowered state she stretches out, rolling her shoulders in an effort to loosen up a little. "That's not to say I'll be in here forever, I do love what David and mom planned for that body of yours" she mutters, emphasizing the temporary switch and reversal of roles.

"No, I think I'll be back in that thing and we can start our little...trial of the sons...tomorrow morning, I don't want to deal with the hangover I'm about to earn" she explains with a bit of a chuckle, wincing as she remembers back to a few weeks ago when I had spent much of a Saturday morning laying in the dark next to a toilet.

"I...I'll..." I splutter, still coughing and gagging at the 'vita-tank' fluid in my lungs. With each wracking breath, I can feel the effects of my time in the Auto-Closet. My now flattened yet engorged breasts, my smoothed out stomach, my cinched in waist, and the fuzziness in my head all crashing against me at once as a painful heat builds between my legs.

"You'll, you'll" my mother replies mockingly, stepping over my prone mature-aged body as she inspects it from above. "You'll survive one night as me" she snaps, frustrated that I was making such a big deal about all this. "Celebrate your new home with your husband" she chuckles, nudging the side of my head with her foot. "Hopefully we'll see if we went overboard with those...things" she continues, her voice a mixture of intrigue at her little experiment and disgust at the potential outcome.

"Things?...." I groan, flailing against the carpet as I try my hardest to roll onto my side to look up at her but failing miserably.

"You'll see" she chirps back, pulling my old phone from her pocket to check the time. "You old folks need a little extra...pep, some more motivation to get to the bedroom you know" she explains, playing with her lower lip as she begins to plan her route into town. A faint but sizeable bulge begins to form in her jeans, a grin spreading across her face.

"This thing sure has a hair-trigger, doesn't it. I doubt I'll need half these..." she begins to muse, running a hand over the growing bulge in her pants before swallowing hard. "Wait! It'll take..." she mutters, her face growing pale as she spins to race towards the door.

"These-sh...These-sh whaa..." I call out, my words becoming slurred and garbled as I bury my mother's aging face further into the carpet.

However, she doesn't respond as she dashes out into the hallway, the loud thumping of her meaty footsteps echoing out from the stairwell. I can hear a door slam shut beneath me, my mind's eye filled with the image of my mother awkwardly running down the long winding path up to the house and towards the road leading into town. At least I hoped she was running, the worry of what would happen if she drove sending chills up my spine.

Laying on the floor I try my hardest to move, to crawl, to even simply roll over. However, with each strained movement, I feel like I'm going to burst at my unseen seems. I can feel my chest aching in my chest grow more dire by the minute, the sensitivity of them feeling far too great as my thick eraser-like nipples begin to dig into the sweater and carpet beneath me.

My lower body ripples with each of my jerking and sudden motions, the occasional convulsion coursing through me as my fused nerve endings adapt to their new connections. I can feel it jiggle and wobble enticingly well after each motion, my tight and overstuffed sweatpants doing little to restrain my new assets.

I lay there for quite a while, huffing and panting as the heat inside me builds to a fever pitch. My mind feels foggy and hazy, a heady mixture of new hormones and desperate arousal crashing against my fragile mind and leaving me unable to really focus.

I can feel my stomach growl as I lay on the floor, my mother having not eaten all day in preparation for the numerous surgeries she had planned to inflict upon her body. I'm wracked with a pained sense of nausea in the pit of my stomach, an excruciating tightness gripping me from the inside and restraining the hungry void inside of me.

"Did...my...her stomach is..." I groan, tears soaking the carpet below as my hands weakly hold my sides. I knew she was at least a little self-conscious about her weight, why else did she have all this done to her body, but I had no clue she would go as far as lap band surgery.

As I touch my new waistline I let out a pained gasp, my whole body shivering as my weathered fingers brush against my tightened and straining skin. To make this perfect hourglass shape something had to give, the large amount of fat now resting in my chest had to be drained away. However, something more was needed to turn my mother's normally pear-shaped body more slender. Repurposed or synthesized muscles sit around my waist, holding my freshly augmented skin taut and overly sensitive to the touch.

Despite the pain and the unbelievable arousal bombarding me I feel my eyes begin to grow heavy. My aching and mangled body begs and demands that I rest and allow it time to repair. My breath becomes slower and more shallow as the exhaustion of the day and the desperate pleas from my body begin to overtake me.

My eyes begin to flutter closed, my last waking thoughts being those of fear and disgust as what I had been turned into as I fall asleep in my mother's body on the floor of her bedroom.

My dreams are a frenzied mess, the heady mixture of hormones and adrenaline causing my sleep to be anything but restful. Naked and exposed bodies surround me, women lavishing my body with their hands and tongues as I feel myself growing more and more aroused by the second.

A tall and toned caramel-skinned brunette rides my cock wildly, her expression lost in the throes of passion as she practically drools over her immense bouncing bust and the pleasure only I was able to deliver. Two women on either side of me grind themselves against my bare chest, the source of pleasure rapidly shifting from my cock to my chest as it begins to bubble and shift.

I watch in horror at my flat firm pectorals begin to enlarge, soft flabby mounds beginning to take shape as the women use their teeth to tug and toy with my thickening nipples. I reach over, trying to push them away, but I find my strength failing me as is want to happen in a nightmare. The bespectacled pale redhead to my left and the curvaceous chubby blonde to my right don't cease however, instead appearing to enjoy it as my chest continues to enlarge into a set of heavy sagging breasts.

The brunette slowly begins to wind down her screams and moans of mind shatter pleasure, a look of disappointment crossing her face as she looks down at me. She slowly slides herself off my cock, her dropping and glistening sex blurring in my vision as I stare breathlessly at my cock. My heart races as I watch the ten-inch monster I had nestled between my legs convulse and retract, each spasm spewing hot sticky ropes of cum into the air and onto the brunette's tight stomach as a few inches are lost from my engorged member.

She looks down excitedly, nibbling at her dark mocha lips as she begins to watch a small but very noticeable cock grow. It seems to increase in size at the same rate mine shrinks. Soon she is left with a mightily and dangerously large looking dick on her slender body as I'm left with a tight and sopping wet pussy between my legs.

With the redhead and the blonde pinning me to the ground the brunette begins to stand up, fiddling her new cock. "I can see why you played with this thing so much" she moans, her familiar words coming out in a discordant mess as the voices of dozens of women blend together in her throat.

Biting at her lip she begins to line up her new member with my dripping sex, my writhing doing little to shake the other women off of me as I try to free myself. As she places the thick hot head of her cock against the lips of my hungry new pussy she leans in, nibbling at my ear as I feel the anticipation build and build.

"You couldn't talk a girl into bed if your life depended on it" she coos, grabbing a hold of my hips as she utters those familiar words. "You're not getting this back, not unless you're on the receiving end of it" she purrs, pressing down on me and a squeal escaping my lips as I feel something begin to slide inside of my new crotch.

I awake with a start, my body covered in sweat and my crotch searing hot. My whole body, despite the pain it had been put through feels like it is on fire in a completely different way. I pant heavily, trying to calm down and catch my breath as the effects of whatever my parents had done to me begin to become obvious after my dream.

The room around me is dark, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dim moonlight streaming in through the nearby window. I am thankful to be off the floor, the pressure having been entirely removed from my aching and needy chest.

Looking around I find myself in the...