You were chilling on the couch, watching tv and eating chips. Being a bit careless in doing so, crumbs were getting on the sofa and floor. It was then that your mother stepped in, seeing that rude son of hers messing up the freshly vacuumed floor. Forming a scowl on her face, she crosses her arms under her breasts and stares daggers at you. Looking over at her, you were confused from her expression. Your mother was a beautiful woman, at the meaning of life age of 42. Despite that, she looked like she was in her early thirties; having no wrinkles on her face and no greying hair. She was very curvy, having a lovely hourglass figure; accentuated by E cup breasts and a large, plump butt. Being over 6ft tall, her legs were shapely and smooth, ending at small, cute feet always seen wearing sandals. Always trying to maintain her appearance, your mother spends a lot of time going to the gym, leading to her having slight muscle tone in her arms, and slightly noticeable abs. With thick lips easily described as DSL's, she always spoke with a melodious voice. Even when yelling at you.
"Are you kidding me?! I cleaned this area earlier today, and you've already completely ruined it?" She shouts at you, making you sit up straight. "Ok, so you just want me to clean it again? No big deal, mom. It's not like you have much to worry about." You retort, rudely pacifying her. Your mother doesn't take kindly to this, yelling back, "It's not just this; you hardly help around here, and all you ever do is mess up my hard work. I'm so sick and tired of it!" You just try and dismiss her; big mistake on your part. What you didn't know was that your mother was actually a witch, having access to plenty of reality and body changing spells. The latter of which she chooses to punish you with on this fateful day.
"You think everything's easy for me, huh? Well, let's see how you like being the woman here." Your mother states, before humming and proceeding to chant in some odd language. In no time, she finishes, spreading her arms. Confused, you stare at her, before feeling your pants get tighter. Except it wasn't your pants changing, it was your legs. "What the hell?" You cry, standing up uncomfortably. Looking down, you find your jeans pressed tightly against your legs in new ways, particularly around your hips and butt. "What did you do?" You ask, looking at your mom who's yoga pants nearly fell down her legs. "Isn't it obvious? I've swapped everything from the waist down between us. You've now got my legs, butt, and genitals." She explains, making you pat your flat crotch in surprise.
"Mom, swap us back! I can't go around like this!" You complain, eliciting a frown from your mom again. "Are you saying you're embarrassed by me?!" She takes offense from your complaint. "Why don't I give you some back pain while I'm at it. I'm tired of carrying these around." Her words fly right over your head, as she starts chanting again, quickly finishing up.
"What are you-" You shout, finding yourself speak in a higher pitch. You feel your arms lengthen and the front of your shirt get pushed out by your chest expanding. "What now?!" Your mother looks at you, smiling, though you notice her mouth looks not as obvious. It was then you feel your own lips plump up quite a bit, eliciting a feminine gasp from you. "I've swapped some more with you, everything from the neck down now. Though I threw in my mouth just for the heck of it; if you've got the voice, might as well have the mouth." She chuckles. You look over to your mother, seeing that her pretty head was on top of your smaller, skinnier body. Wearing her old clothes still, they hung loosely on her new male body.
"By the way, this spell is permanent. So you're going to have to get used to living as a woman now." She informs you, making your eyes go wide. "No, I can't be like this forever!" You shout, backing away from your mother. She nods, "Yep, forever. Guess you're technically the daughter, and I'm now the father."
You run up to your room, slamming the door shut. You feel your tight clothes rip along the way, encouraging you to strip down to get some relief. You were anxious; how could you go through life like this? Your large tits swayed all over annoyingly, and your wider hips more easily bumped against the doorframe. Not to mention that your junk was gone, replace by your mother's vagina of all things. "God dammit." You curse, squeezing your mature tits with your mother's hands. It was then that it truly dawned on you: you have a pussy. Quickly rubbing your figures against your shaven cunt, you twitch from the pleasure before finally plunging your fingers inside. Shoving them in and out, you were relishing the pleasure provided by a mature female body. Hopping onto your bed, you grope your huge tits as well, sucking on your nipples with your thick lips. Arching your back, you cum from the pleasure, leaking fluids onto your covers. You had to admit, your mother's body felt so much better than your old one; and much sexier too. And now it was all yours until the end of time. For the rest of the day, you were masturbating, not regretting anything.