Alan was getting around for one of his last days of senior year. It was late May and even at 7 AM, the sun was up and shining bright. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, shaved... The usual. Put some gel in his short black hair, and picked out some clothes. It was May in Indiana, so he was good with khaki shorts and a plain white T-shirt. He went over to his dresser and slid his class ring and his promise ring on his fingers. Looking at himself in the mirror above the dresser, he couldn't help but admire how handsome he was. He just looked flat out good.
He looked down and noticed his old trophies from when he was younger, lots of soccer trophies from elementary that gradually turned into football trophies as he got older. He remembered the good old days of when his mom was the coach of his soccer team. They were so happy, then. Now, being 18 and an only child, Alan and his mother had a rather... interesting relationship. Linda used to be the really cheery and supportive mom, always involved in Alan's life, but once he hit high school, Linda began drinking like a fish. Alan's dad was too busy with work to do anything about her, so he just let it happen. Linda quit her job, built a wine cellar at their house, and as part of her mid-life crisis, got a huge boob-job. She ended up 2 full cup sizes larger! Now Linda spends her days spending her husband's money (don't worry, there's a lot of it), doing yoga to keep her cougar-like physique, and drinking vodka from 9-noon and wine from noon until she passes the fuck out. 
Alan wondered how Linda could allow herself to become so useless. At least as a soccer mom she was part of his life. He swore to himself under his breath that he'd never let himself turn out like her. He didn't want to be like his father, either. John was a successful banker, and had a top floor office in an Indianapolis business building. He had two secretaries, McKenzie and Jennifer, and depending on the day he would have one of them under his desk servicing his cock while he ate lunch. He cheated on Linda all the time, and half the time he didn't even come home. He'd gotten three previous women pregnant, but paid them to either keep their mouths shut or abort the baby. John was a piece of shit. Alan and Linda both knew it, too. Nevertheless, he paid for everything and kept the family in a big beautiful house. Alan drove his own 2018 Mustang, and everyone pretended to be happy. 
Alan wasn't happy, though, and he would often times take things out on the punching bag in the home gym. He actually was a formidable boxer. Anyway, Alan just stared at the trophy, longing to be happy once again. He leaned his hand on the mirror, and as he went to pull away, he found his hand to be stuck. Actually, it was being sucked in! Slowly his arm was being pulled into the mirror. Alan tried to scream for help, but in such a large house, nobody noticed. The pulling sped up, and suddenly, Alan was pulled through the mirror, and landed flat on his face on the other side. 
Besides the fact that he had just defied the laws of physics, Alan felt weird. Very different than he did moments ago. Heavier, more tired, more... aroused? His head was spinning. He rolled over on the carpet and felt two masses of weight roll with him. He felt like his ass was pushing him higher off of the floor as well. From the position of laying on his back, Alan looked around the room. It was not his bedroom. The bed was a king size, with red satin covers, it even had a canopy over it. The room was much larger, almost twice as big as his. The dresser was massive and women's bras and underwear overflowed from the open drawers. Scattered about the floor were more women's clothes. To his right was a large bathroom with pink towels hanging from the rack. He noticed on the floor by his head were locks of curled ginger hair. Alan finally decided to stand up. 
As he got to his knees and then feet, Alan saw why he didn't feel right. Looking back at him was not the handsome, 18 year old, high school senior, but instead a beautiful, buxom, red-haired milf with enough curves to go around and a face like a goddess. She looked like someone Linda would be friends with. Alan reacted after a moment of stillness, and threw her hands up in the air and yelped like she'd been poked in the bum by a needle. "What in th-" She cut herself off, her voice was deep but feminine. The kind of voice you'd hear from your best friend's hot step-mom. She put her dainty, hands up to her mouth with a gasp. Then she took them away and looked down at them. Her nails were expertly painted, a sexy cherry red with silver sparkles. Her ginger hair was draped down past her now very large breasts. It was soft, and she smelled it out of curiosity. She was glad to know that it smelled very nice. In the mirror she noticed how her eyebrows were perfectly shaped and matched her ginger hair. Her lips were full and she smiled to reveal a set of pristine teeth. Very faint freckles dotted her rosy cheeks. Her green eyes contrasted the rest of her face well enough that they glowed like emeralds. 
She continued examining her body calmly. No point in panicking if she didn't know what happened yet. As stated, her breasts were huge. A juicy, heavy set of F-cups. Also dotted with faint freckles. She couldn't see down past them, so she relied on the body mirror for the rest of her body. Her stomach was flat, but her hips were so wide that one wouldn't know it. Her ass was a whole other beast, thick and plump. It was absolutely enormous! She quickly checked the tag on one of the thongs and saw that it was a 2XL. It had to be to fit around her hips after all. She looked down to her vagina. The hair down there was ginger as well, but it was trimmed fairly short. Her pussy looked great for her age, not that she was aware, but it had birthed a child, so it was in amazing shape. The thighs that surrounded it were thick enough to match her ass. Not fat, per say, but thicc. She attempted to look down at her cute little feet with nails matching her fingers, but to no avail as her chest was in the way. 
Alan looked around on the dresser and found a purse. Inside she found her ID it said, Anita Roberts - Age 39. So her name was Anita now, interesting. She continued looking around the room. She found numerous jewelry trinkets, some pictures of suspected family, some money hidden under her panties, and in the nightstand, a rather expensive looking vibrator. Just the sight of it got her starting to drip. She put it away, worried that it would be too tempting to use if she didn't. After she'd searched the room, she slid on a lacy black bra and matching thong. Above the drawer on the nightstand, Anita noticed something that instantly mortified her. A small trophy that said "#1 Soccer mom". She murmured, "Oh no, that can't mean-" Suddenly a knock came at the door. "Mommy, I have to go to school soon, come on." A young girl called out to her. She was a mother! 
In a panic Anita said, "Okay honey, give mommy a minute!" She frantically dug through drawers until she pulled out a white tank top and a pair of hot pink sweat pants. She pulled the tank top on over her breasts, the black bra showing through easily. The top left about three inches above her waistline, making it look like a long crop top. She slid into the pants, and didn't notice the engraving on the back that, in diamond studs said, "JUICY". The strings of the thong rode up past the pants, visible to all, and all in all, Anita looked like a fucking tramp. But, she had to get her daughter to school! She came blasting out of the bedroom with her purse in hand and found her 8 year old daughter, Lucy waiting impatiently. "Mommy, come ON!" Anita found the kitchen, grabbed a pop-tart, and tugged Lucy's hand out the door. Outside sat a big, new, black Escalade. A soccer mom car if ever she'd seen one. She helped Lucy into her big girl car seat, and got in. Thank the lord she was in the same town Alan lived in. She knew right where to take Lucy. She got her to the school and parked. Then she walked Lucy to the door, giving her a kiss, she said "I love you baby, have a wonderful day at school!" Lucy just turned around and ran to her friends. 
Even though it all was brand new to Anita, it all felt perfectly natural. Instinctual. She hadn't a clue why, but she shed a single tear as she watched her little girl walk into the school. Just emotional she supposed. Reality set in quickly when a dad dropping his daughter off looked at Anita and said, "I'll say, that really is a juicy ass, lady." She was appalled by the man until she turned around and saw that her ass read: "JUICY". Then she was only kind of mad. She slapped the man in the face and went back to her car. She drove home, and began to investigate further into her life. After reading through hours of texts she determined that her husband was currently on a year long business trip in France and that he made a fuck ton of money. 
While sitting on the couch, she looked to the end table next to her and saw two bottles of top shelf vodka. They called to her. She began drinking one of them like a kid with a sippy cup. She drunkenly explored her house, it was larger than her old one. At noon she got a knock on the door. She tipsily walked her way over to the front door and opened it. Standing before her was a gorgeous man, absolute beefcake with a shredded bod and a hunky face. "Hey Mrs. Roberts, ready for our afternoon session?" She giggled like a schoolgirl. "For?" The man grinned, "Yoga... special yoga. Remember? Or are you already smashed?" Anita held the bottle up to affirm his suspicion. "Ah, I see, then we can cut right to the chase." The man entered on his own volition, and began stripping down. Naked. His cock was like a sledgehammer hanging from his crotch. "Okay, time for downward dog, you slut!" He bent Anita over the coffee table, pushing her face into the glass, and pulled down her JUICY sweatpants. Moving the thong off to the side, he thrusted his magnificent cock into Anita's fat ass dry, over and over again. She drunkenly cried out in pleasurable pain until he shot a steaming load into her. "Oh Annie, I love it when you're drunk before I get here, then I don't have to act like I want anything other than to use and abuse you." She couldn't formulate an intelligent sentence, so she just moaned in agreement. The man tossed her, ravaged, to the couch and began re-dressing. "As usual, I'll go pick up little Lucy from school since Mrs. Soccer mom here is to drunk to function by noon." 
Anita took a nap while the man went to do as he said. A half hour later he walked Lucy in the door. "Okay sweetie, now mommy is sleeping so just run up to your room and work on your project." Lucy was giggling. "Okay uncle Adam! Thanks for bringing me home." "No problem darling, now run along." She hugged his leg and went to her room. Adam got a glass of water and dumped it on Anita's face. "Okay Annie, time to be a mother again. Your daughter is doing her homework. Your job is to make her dinner and help her with anything she needs. No more drinking until she goes to bed, got it?" In a groggy haze Anita answered, "Yeah handsome, got it." Adam left directly.
Anita sat up and massaged her aching head. She went to Lucy's room and helper her with her math homework. And then her science project. She loved spending time with her. More than anything, actually. Afterwards, she made dinner, and sent Lucy to bed. Once she retired to her room, Anita finally tried out that vibrator, and after an hour of intense fun, she took a shower. She slept great that night. When she woke up the next day, she repeated the cycle all over again. She had become a stay at home mom. Just like Linda. Not that she remembered whoever the hell Linda was...
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