Jeff thought for a bit on what he’d want to transform into. Ideas sped through his head like race cars, their engines roaring over each other as they clouded his mind with exhaust.
As he thought, he heard his mother call out from downstairs, “Alright kids, I’m going out for my spa day. Cassie, you’re in charge.”
Jeff had thought his mom was hot since he was 12, and anyone who saw her would agree with him. While she was only 5’7”, the rest of her feature seemed as though she stole them off an amazonian princess. Her eyes held a warm a nurturing nature about them, yet her stare could strike fear in anyone Jeff knew. Her nose wasn’t too large or too small, and sat perfectly straight between her eyes. Her lips were naturally a beautiful tint of red, meaning she usually didn’t need lipstick. Her skin was soft, and smooth, and didn’t have any unsightly blemishes. Her hair was long, brown, wavy, and made from the softest silk Jeff had ever felt. When she let her hair down, it was nearly down to her thighs.
But that’s not what most people who are walking down the street first look at. Instead, they are most often drawn to what could be described as nothing smaller than DD sized stress balls hanging of her chest. Often they wouldn’t have long to stare before they pass each other, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t still more to look at. Some might describe her behind as a pair of bean bag chairs wrapped in denim, or maybe an earthquake machine.
Just like that, Jeff understood what he must do. He must become...