The next few days were weirder by the day. Dad and Mo-er, David both said I had to start cooking breakfast for everyone in the morning, and doing the laundry and all the other things Mom did daily. I hadn't realized before just how...traditional our family really was, just below the surface. Mom had been a stay-at-home wife, a homemaker. Now, I would be that wife and homemaker...
Friday night, as Dad...er...Steve and I climbed into bed, before turning off the light he turned to me and said something that chilled me.
"There's some other things you'll be doing as my wife, but I just can't bear to do them when you look like that. Which means when you get back tomorrow evening, I'll be pretty backed up."
I qualied as he turned out the light, and didn't sleep a wink that night.
The next morning, Mom...David was ready before I was. She had dressed in her best dress, hose, and heels. I could also tell she was wearing fancy lingerie underneath. She winked at me.
"It's a shame to leave Dad, but I know he loves this outfit. He won't be able to keep his hands off you, Mom."
I felt like I couldn't breathe. She walked me through getting dressed in the outfit she wanted to be wearing later - one with tight jeans and shirt, emphasizing my body. My body that I was about to lose.
I had hoped to get in one last masturbation session, having been too busy to do it much the last few days, but she forced me out the door and into the car.
"Don't worry, Dad gives decent orgasms."
Dad drove us to the lab. I was riding in the back seat for what I knew to be the last time. We were ushered in quickly, and made to lay on tables while strange, electrode like things were attached to our heads.
Then everything went dark.
I felt strange, slightly heavier. I looked over to my left, and there was my body, grinning, bounding off the table. He opened his pants, looked down, and positively beamed.
I looked down at myself. My view was blocked by giant tits, sagged from breastfeeding four children.
I was now my Mom. Forever.