One Saturday morning Max (age 4) was sitting playing video games while his mom Jessica (age 38) was in the kitchen cooking pancakes. For someone almost in her 40’s Jessica looked amazing. Her hair was long, brown, silky smooth. She had C cup breasts and hips to match. Since her husband died she’d needed to work 2 jobs on top of taking care of her son all by herself, though today was one of the rare times both her jobs didn’t need her, and she could just focus on her cute son Max.
Suddenly their was a blue flash and both Max and Jessica blacked out.
When Jessica woke up she felt... lighter? Mainly in her chest, she looked down and saw that she was now flat as a cutting board.
“Mommy?” Said a voice she instinctively recognize. She turned and what she saw made her jaw drop.
Her cute innocent son Max now had two basketball sized boobs hanging off his chest. His shirt had torn open in front exposing her, no, his nipples to the air. Their was no mistaking those boobs for anyone but her own. Her face paled as she watched her son hoist up his new mammaries.
“These are heavy.” He said innocently.
All Jessica could do was watch in horror as her son played with his new boobs. Lifting them and dropping them and laughing completely innocent. Then something dawned on her.
She pulled open in the front of her jeans and sure enough, instead her familiar shaved pussy, was instead a little boy penis and hair less testicles right between her thicc thighs.
“Bouncy bouncy bouncy!” Said Max jumping up and down.