Jeff went pale as he heard his mom say his name. A light giggle made her ass jiggle a bit as the voice continued, “So it is you! Ha, I knew that someone would transform into my ass sooner or later. So tell me, what version is the Chronovac on now? 2? 3? 4.5? 18?”
Jeff was floored; he couldn’t believe that his mom knew about the Chronovac. “Of course I know about the Chronovac. Your father and I received a copy from an email back in 2000. It was on version 1.8.2 then. We were incredulous at first, but after I saw the world from the perspective of a penis...” she trailed off, smiling over her escapades with Jeff’s father.
Jeff paused in shock. ‘She can read my thoughts’, he thought to himself. “Only because you chose it as such.”
Jeff was going to have to get used to her intrusions, thinking, ‘The interface has changed since you used it then, because I didn’t. I stopped part way down the list because I heard the car leaving.’
“Hmm. That’s new. Back when we had it, you had to fill out all the options. Of course, there weren’t all that many, but it took some time.”
‘How many do you remember there being?’
“I don’t know, uhm, 25? 30?”
Jeff thought back to how it had taken him a good four seconds to scroll to the bottom of the page. “Whoa! That is hundreds more! When we get back home, I want you to show me what’s changed.”
After countless stoplights and a lot of driving, Olivia parked her car in front of a well dressed two story building. On the front, there was a large neon sign that read: “The Oasis.” Olivia looked back at Jeff, “Prepare yourself.”
‘Prepare for what?’ thought Jeff, in complete darkness. Olivia stepped out of the car and walked towards the doors. This was the first time Jeff had felt her walk, and it was astonishing. Her ass swayed back and forth with each step, her thighs shifting her cheeks up and down, but her jeans largely keeping him as two, massive spheres. Above him, he saw a crack of blue light, the daytime sky shining only a smidge of light inside her pants. He didn’t mind the darkness though, as it also came with a pleasant warmth.
Olivia smiled. She thought it was a little weird listening to her son describe her ass from its perspective, but it was also somewhat funny to know that he loved it enough to become a part of it, and also weirdly comforting to hear him say that he liked her warmth.
Stepping through the door, Jeff shivered inside Olivia’s denim, the AC sending icicles down her crack. Defensively hiking up her pants, she strode up to the front desk, her shoes clicking across the tile floor. The lady at the front desk smiled broadly as Olivia walked up to her, “Hello, and welcome to The Oasis. Are you making a reservation?”
“No,” Olivia replied, leaning her elbow on the desk, “I’m Olivia Rogers and I’m here for my 12 O’Clock.”
The receptionist turned to her computer and tapped away on her computer. After a few seconds, she turned back and said, “We have an ‘All Access’ reservation from 12PM to 6PM for a Mrs. O. Rogers. Do you have any identification?”
Jeff felt his mom’s hand rub over his cheek as she pulled her wallet from her back pocket. Olivia opened it and pulled out her driver's license. The receptionist looked over it before handing her a white card. She looked Olivia in the eyes and said, “Welcome, Mrs. Rogers, and enjoy your six hours in paradise.”
Olivia put everything back in her back pocket and smiled at her, “Thank you very much.”
Olivia stood and turned on her heel, swinging her hips and sloshing Jeff inside her jeans. Jeff wished his mom would be a bit more careful with him.
Olivia walked through a set of double doors and casually scanned the hallway. She then looked over her shoulder at Jeff, “This is what it’s like being an ass. If you want to do this more often, then you should get used to it.”