Son's pov
After your mother enhanced the erogenous zones of your body, she left you alone to drown in self pleasure. "God damn it!" You're barely able to say between moans. Before, you could barely contain these urges; unfortunately, the increased size of your breasts and ass made those efforts useless. By themselves, your fingers kept ramming your wet pussy and rubbing your sensitive nipples; it felt like you had no control. Your legs recoiled toward your chest as the pleasure grew with each stroke and thrust, pressing your hand tighter toward your groin.
'Can't this shit just end, please?!' You scream internally, desperately wishing a certain someone would hear. "Hello? Hi, honey!" The inner consciousness off your body replied. "You! Stop this, I want to life a normal life, for fuck sake!" This harsh demand resounded in your mind, like in an echo chamber. "Oh, don't be that way. This feels great, why wouldn't you want this to be your entire life?" She asked, almost like she couldn't comprehend your prior demand. Confused, you can only muster, "What's wrong with you?! Why is this all you want to do, day in and day out!?" With a chuckle, your inner self happily explains, "Because this whole situation is just so hot! A young man, permanently stuck with the body of a mature woman, forced to pleasure himself all the time! This is a fetish I've had for a long time, you can imagine my joy when it finally became reality!" You cringed at hearing this; since this inner consciousness reflected your mother's deepest desires, you realized she was seriously messed up. Though, you figure that's irrelevant at this point; not to mention you started this mess in the first place anyway.
"Isn't there some way we can just reach an agreement, so that masturbating isn't all that I do?!" You plead one last time. "Well...." she thinks for a moment. "I guess if we made this situation even hotter, that could certainly be arranged!" This inner milf states. "Before you ask, I have the perfect idea." 'Oh god....' You murmur. "I want to get married to you." She happily says. "Wait, what? You want me to marry my own body? How does that even work?!" You angrily ask for clarification. "That's the deal, take it or leave it. I don't mind either way!" The last part of that sentence was spoken with a loud moan. "If that's what it will take, I guess I have no choice....But, there's only one person I know who would be able to do such a thing without labeling me as crazy." You say, with the old man from the magic shop in mind. With this decided, you feel control of your body come back to you; your hands slide off your huge breasts, causing you to twitch a bit, and your legs stop pressing against your pussy. "What have I gotten myself into?" You ask with a sigh.