It had been a week since my mother went missing; leaving for work at her office one day, she never returned home. Calling the office yielded no results, since they had proof she left after her shift was over that day. I had lamented continuing through my daily life, not having a clue where my parent was. Even putting in a missing persons report that day hadn't comforted me at all. I could only worry where she is, or what happened to her. An answer was given to me not much later.
I, too, was leaving after my shift one day when it happened. Going through a back roads intersection, one with stop signs instead of lights, a bright light came along from the right, blinding me and causing my car to stop completely. I shouted, as I felt my arms and legs grow weak, before the rest of my body did. Awaking exhausted later by a couple taps to my cheek, my eyes slowly opened; bright light flooded my corneas, making me recoil and close them. "It's time to open your eyes." A voice called out to me.
Within moments, my vision did become used to the artificial lighting of this place; a room of sorts. I was surrounded by a few people in suits, standing at exit doors and near me. "Good, it's about time you woke. We spent nearly two weeks, but we finally reached a point that the results would be satisfying to you." one guy said; his words making no sense to me.
"What are you talking about, and where am I?" I didn't hesitate to interrupt.
"Oh, pardon my hastiness." he apologized. "We are Bond Corp, a company centered around helping families rebuild their crumbling bonds."
"Interesting, I guess. But why did you abduct me?" I continued interrogating.
"Why that's simple; as I said earlier, we finally reached progress and are ready to move to the next part of you and your mother's therapy." He stated; the mention of my missing mother driving me angry. "You see, we pride ourselves on making rebuilding bonds between people and their friends and family. We found the best way was to make them whole again; as one." I yelled what after his half assed explanation. "Maybe it'll be easier for us to show you." He suggested, showing that this whole time, I had been strapped to an upright operating table.
Pressing a button on a nearby wall, the thunder of moving machinery echoed through the room. The far back wall lifted up, with light turning on in the revealed alcove. Another associate, already inside, pushes out a large black cart. It has multiple shelves, with a curtain draping over to cover the bottom ones. "What the hell is that?!" I scream, as the cart is pushed to me. On top of the cart were what appeared to be a mature woman's body parts. A black lipsticked mouth, smiling and licking it's lips, a large pair of G cup breasts, nipples erect from the air conditioning, a pair of size 7 feet in black flip flops, wiggling their toes, and a mature shaven pussy, leaking sex fluids.
"This is how the therapy is done," The man says. "To rekindle the bond between you and your mother, we are going to make you two into one." He pulls away the curtains to reveal the rest of what I now know is my mother's body on the cart's other shelves. Detached and in pieces, her parts trembled and jiggled. Her facial features, eyes, nose and ears, mouth, were on the cart, even her hair in a wig sort of fashion, but the rest of her head was gone. I didn't get to question before the man explained more, "We liberated her last week, and spent the whole time encouraging her body to want to be one with you, stimulating her parts with toys to help speed up the process. And now, these parts of hers want to be all yours." He notioned to her main parts on the top shelf; her toes clenching, and her pussy twitching. Her mouth licked it's lips and dripped saliva onto the cart, "Oh baby," her mouth spoke. "I can't wait to belong to you forever."
"No, no please don't do this!" I pleaded. "Put me and my mother back to normal, as we were before; please!"
"See, those exact words are what the therapy is for." The man declared, as people in scrubs and surgical masks came forth. Walking over to me, they somehow were able to removed my arms; probably to prevent me from struggling. From there, they stripped me, taking off my mouth, pecs, junk, and feet. My mother's intimate parts were then attached to my body; the second they were, I utter a mature woman moan, and clenched my new dainty, polished toes. Her tight milf pussy immediately reaching orgasm and squirting fluids on one of the quack doctor's pant legs. "Looks like the mind remolding for her was a success, too." The head honcho man cheered. "Continue body part replacement."
"Please....no..." I cried, trembling from fear and pleasure. Every time on of my mother's parts became mine, my body experienced a sudden rush of pleasure; enough to make my tongue stick out and climax once again. "Stop...I don't want this..." I sobbed, as my mother's parts continued to feel pleasure from being attached to their son permanently. This ecstatic agony continued for a half hour, with me becoming more and more of a mature woman each minute; becoming my mother.
Unfortunately for me, they eventually completed the process. "We've done it everyone," The head honcho applauded. "The first therapeutic operation was a success! Bring forth a mirror for the patient to see himself." Complying with the request, some did exactly that, giving me the chance to see my new self. I legitimately shouted in terror at my new reflection. My mother's admittedly sexy and voluptuous body, with G cup breasts, wide hips, big ass, cute feet, smooth skin, and tight pussy now had my head atop her neck. On my head were her plump lips, well shaped nose, ears with diamond studded earrings, feminine emerald green eyes, and wavy raven black hair on my scalp. Despite having my mother's facial features, the shape of my skull was mostly intact, though seemed somewhat more feminine; however, it was easy to tell I still somewhat looked like myself in my face.
"Fear not, we won't change your gender identity and will help you get more acclimated via a simple haircut." Head honcho told them; I was brought to a barber chair, where they cut most of my mother's beautiful, with much time invested in, hair. They did so to the point I had a woman's tomboy haircut. They had given me my mother's body and turned me into a tomboy milf in such short time. "What's going to happen to me...to us?" I asked, tearing up. A woman handed me a pair of clothes perfectly fitting for my mother's body; a white tank top that produced bountiful, and sweaty, cleavage, short shorts that exposed my shapely legs completely and accentuated my butt, and black platform flip flops to slip on my sexy milfy feet.
Head honcho patted my new shoulder, "Now, you two will go live your life as one! You will laugh, cry, sleep, face hardship, and love, together as one forever."
"Please, put us back to normal." I pleaded one more time, as the head honcho nodded his head. "Don't worry; we're putting you back into your normal settings to live a normal life. This facility isn't your home, after all." He lifted something to my face and a bright light flashed.
I blacked out, awaking an unknown period of time later in my mother's bed. "No!" I shouted, sitting straight up, my mother's G cups swaying in my tank top. "No...it wasn't a dream...." I cried, grabbing my breasts and sobbing, as my mother's body continued having it's kink fulfilled, and causing a stain at the front of my shorts from her leaking pussy. My new body instinctively slipped a manicured hand into my shorts, playing with my pussy lips and clit before shoving fingers inside. "No, I can't stop..." I moaned, my mother's mature voice escaping my throat turning her body on even further. I lifted a hand to my massive chest and couldn't stop groping my tits and pinching my nipples, as my fingers played around in her honeypot. "Someone please, help us..." I meekly pleaded in vain, as I kept masturbating with my mother's body until a huge climax. "I don't want us to be like this forever...." I sobbed, knowing full well this was permanent.