As Michael is off in deep slumber, he twists a d turns in his sleep. Pressing his breasts against the mattress would be uncomfortable, so he'd have to move again and repeat the process. His dainty toes subconsciously wiggle as he dreams of peaceful scenery. But that changes to something bizarre.
Michael finds himself in a void, floating around as just a head with no mouth. He starts panicking when he sees his complete mother appear in front of him. Tearing up, Michael feels afraid and alone when she seemingly walks away with his new body. This loneliness lasts for what feels like forever when he sees bhis mother walk into view again; except she is nude and has no head, her mouth is floating above her neck. "What's wrong sweety?" she tenderly asks. "Did you think I was leaving you?" She steps toward him and kisses his cheek. "Why would I do that? I'm your body now, after all; I want to stay connected to you forever." Her mouth puts itself on his face where it belongs, and her body grabs Michael's head and reconnects it to her neck. "Yes; this is how I'm truly meant to be." Michael exclaims, though he can swear his mother's body is saying the same thing.
Back in the real world, Michael's pussy has gotten very wet, and his hands begin massaging the lips gently. Groping his tits and fingering himself again, Michael's body now officially accepts this eternal union. Nothing could ever separate them now; not Jennifer, or old curse. Getting the bed sheets soaking wet after cumming, Michael has sweet dreams for tbe rest of the night.