About ten minutes later, Becky’s mother, Margaret, came home for lunch. She was a 45 year old businesswoman who had raised Becky by herself. She was 5 foot 6 and relatively plain looking, much like Becky had been before.
She could hear moaning upstairs. “Ugh... Becky... why couldn’t you go away for college?” She said to herself. Truth be told, she was shocked Becky had even gotten into college. Margaret was quite ashamed of her bimbo daughter.
“Ugh. You couldn’t clean up after yourself?” She said, noticing the three glasses of water left by Becky and her... “friends.”
She quickly dumped the glasses of water and threw them into the dishwasher. When she turned around, she noticed something.
“What’s this?” She said, picking up the helmet. Without touching the settings, she put the helmet on.
Immediately, Margaret began to change. Her flabby stomach tightened up, becoming slightly toned. Her C cup breasts stopped sagging and now stood straight up; they grew to massive K cups, her nipples becoming permanently hard. Her hair, too, became platinum blonde as her hips and ass expanded. Her face became slightly younger looking as her lips puffed up; although she still looked mature, there was no denying how beautiful she was.
As Margaret began to lose her intelligence, the sense of shame she had for Becky began to disappear, becoming an extreme sense of pride. Her daughter was just like her! She couldn’t help but be proud. Margaret, who now went by Maggie, became just as dumb as her daughter and even hornier than she was. Her professional business outfit became a lot of revealing, her skirt hugging her ass and her top baring a significant amount of cleavage.
Maggie pulled the helmet off. “*Giggle* That’s, like, comfy! And kinda kinky!” She said, in her much higher voice.
She heard the same moaning again from upstairs.