Mom entered her car and clicked in her seatbelt. The belt went in between the canyon of my two globes, and it kept me in place. All I can hear is her heart and the engine of the car. I bounced whenever there was a bump or dip in the road, and it felt amazing. Maybe being my mom’s breasts isn’t so bad, I began to feel safe with her.
Mom coughed and started to speak up.
“Listen...Jeff, sweetie... I can’t tell the family about any of this.” She said sternly.
“What? What are you talking about?” I replied with a sinking feeling.
“I’m talking about the fact you’re my breasts. You’re my inanimate mammary glands. I’m just going to tell them that you died in the surgery. You’re apart of my body now, and It’s my choice of what I get to do with my body.”
“So you’re just going to lie and tell them I don’t even exist anymore? It would devastate them to think I’m dead, why do you want me out of my family’s life? I can still be a family member, even if I’m just lumps of fat on your chest.”
“Trust me, Jeff, you’ll see it’s for the best. Imagine if I told them you were my breasts now, The word would probably get out there, and we’d have interviewers at our door poking microphones at my breasts. I would probably become known for being that woman “with the son as her breasts.” You would be humiliated by all your friends for being the asset they lust after so much. It would be hard to remember that you were once a person. What about the relationship between me and your father? I don’t want him knowing you’re in our sex life”
I felt grossed out at the last comment, but I was reminded that I would experience sex at some point or another. “You don’t know anything. People would be happy to have me around, being breasts doesn’t change any of that.”
She sighed out loud. “Jeff, I just want to live a quiet life, and I don’t want to deal with the issues you’ll bring to the family. We can’t tell anyone you’re my breasts. This isn’t just for me, Jeff, think of your family, too. Do you really want to introduce more stress to our family?” Maybe she was right. I’m not my own person anymore, I’m apart of someone that’s bigger than me. This is the person that has looked after me, so should I really doubt her? What if she has secret motive? I don’t know...
“I’m just letting you know, I’m muting you now. I need to have a clear mind. We’ll talk in private soon.” She snapped her fingers, muting me. She parked the car in her driveway, hearing her shoes against the concrete as she got her keys for the door. She walked into the house, making her way to the family on the couch.
“Did it work, Jeff?” Dad asked out loud, looking at her. “Hey, where’s Jeff’s body?” Mariah asked.
“I’m not Jeff, and it didn’t work.” The family seemed confused. “Come to the table everyone. I have something you all need to hear.” With that they all slowly sat down at the table. Mom took a long pause and put her hands together on the table top. “Jeff didn’t make it. He’s dead.” She said, with her voice sounding hoarse and dry.
Dad seemed lifeless, almost as if he was shell shocked . Brad and Mariah cried while Lucas seemed stunned.
“I know, I know” she said with fake tears, hugging the family together. I felt myself get squished against some warm bodies, and my nipples pushed into me. It was hard to hear their dismay within all this clothing. I wanted to cry myself, but nothing came out. I would never get to interact or make new memories with my family ever again.