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You were staying over at Ben’s house for the weekend, with the arrival of the much needed school holidays after the gruelling week of studying for exams, you were ready to chill out with two days of gaming and movies with your best bud. Awestruck by the impressive Japanese themed building complete with tatami matting and sliding wood doors when you arrived.
But something kept you up that night after you had arrived at Ben’s surprisingly modest household for a hearty dinner with his dad. The mood had soured after you innocently inquired where Ben’s mum was, only to be met with silence and some prodding from your friend not to say anything else. Did something happen to her that left her unable to be around the house often? Sneaking out to get some fresh air, you left Ben slone, who had already fallen asleep awhile ago.
That was when you heard sobbing coming from a room near the toilet, sneaking closer to catch a glimpse of Ben’s dad kneeling before what looked like a shrine with a bottle of beer in hand. From the looks of it, he wasn’t a very heavy drinker with how dazed his face was as tears poured down his face, but the sight still sent a pang of pity through you as you squeezed into a corner when he inevitably staggered out to go get more, cursing along the way.
He was nothing like the kindly middle aged man that ate dinner with you earlier. You knew you had to respect his privacy, but the curiosity over what was inside ate at you as you slid past the door and into the vacant bedroom.
The picture of a beautiful young woman and a drastically younger version of Ben’s father propped up before incense sticks and offerings were all you needed to know why your question had seemed to sting earlier, especially when Mother’s Day was due in 2 days time. But there was something else that lay on the small wooden shrine, something that was glowing a pretty pink, beckoning you closer as ominous whispers slipped into your ears.
Before you knew it, your hands were gingerly wrapped around cool beads as you brought the strange necklace up to your face, the entrancing glow of the pearl nestled between two metal arms, invisible hands guiding your own as you sling the trinket around your neck, ignoring the inner voice inside your mind screaming at you to stop, beginning a series of changes that would leave you forever changed as your body begins to ripple and shift beneath your liquefying clothes.
It was slow, but you were steadily gaining mass and height, your spindly arms and infantile legs filling with pudgy fat and firm flesh as the skin over your body takes on an orange-hue, wide eyes curving into oriental slits as cracked lips plump up into inviting cushions. Framed by a luscious head of raven black hair that ties itself into a ponytail much like that of the woman in the picture.
You wanted to get out of there, to tear the thing changing you off our neck, but even as the weight of a pair of pendulous breasts begins to weigh down on your shoulders before a silky smooth yukata wraps itself around your aging figure, a naughty piece of rose lingerie slinging itself over wide handlebars. But your body wouldn’t listen, wracked by alien sensations that shot through you like lightning as you shivered in place, only able to move your eyes, scouring the plump, virile body of a woman in her prime with the receding of your immature dick, slotting itself nicely as a tiny clit above a dripping pair of lips.
Wincing in discomfort as something worms around inside your head, disturbing thoughts and warping memories begin to fill you with unease as you realize you soon couldn’t remember your name, the faces of your friends and family blinking out slowly as your new womanly figure reacts to the changes; loosening vaginal walls, breasts growing firmer and your already picturesque face taking on a mature visage, right before the sound of a bottle breaking gives you some much needed breathing room.
“Y-Yuko?! B-But how? Y-You were….”
Hearing that name sent you roiling in confusion as control returns while the changes accelerate, but you could no longer think to run as your brain runs wild with new memories and emotions upon hearing your lovely husband call your name. Tearing up as cherished memories of beating Ben at video games warped into those of a mother rearing her child, images of your former parents spending time with you subsumed by heated sessions in the bedroom with Andrew as he pinned you down to the sheets, filling you with load after load of his steaming spunk that would eventually gift you with Ben.
By the time you felt the rough callused hands around your soft shoulders, all traces of the young boy you were had been thoroughly wiped from your mind as time seemed to freeze for a moment, leaving you staring into the teary eyes of an older looking Andrew while reality finishes setting itself straight, unfurling the loose kimono over your voluptuous body as your stud readies himself over you. You were content with having a son, but the idea of having another young one to fill the household wasn’t so bad as you leaned back over the soft tatami mat, tingling in excitement as Andrew tears the sexy nightwear off your eager snatch…
“Be gentle dear, Ben’s sleeping~”
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a short cap for mother's day
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