As Kimberly rocked little Olivia into a lull, she tried to think of a way to actually use the ring to become Olivia’s mom, even if it’s for the day. Maybe going to a maternity store and buying a bra for a nursing mother. Maybe she’d lean into the idea of Olivia being adopted and just get something to make herself a little older. The more she thought about it, the less she felt like she was reaching an answer she liked.
The agreement they made was that Olivia would be her daughter and she would be Olivia’s mother. She genuinely wanted that to work out, to be able to go out on the town and say to folks that “this is my daughter, Olivia! She’s the sweetest little thing, only about a month old!” She wanted to feel that rush of accomplishment, but she wasn’t sure how to go about it all. She looked over Olivia as she sucked on her pacifier, starting to doze off. Then Kimberly thought of something drastic.
Kimberly slowly put Olivia to rest on the bed before she began to take her shirt and bra off. She was about to put the ring on when she thought of something; if this worked, it wouldn’t just be her breasts that change. She’d be a full on mother, breasts, hips and all. The pants she’s wearing may not fit well after doing this. Hell, maybe wearing other clothes might cancel her intended outcome out, so better not chance it. Kimberly was fully naked as she slowly and gently picked Olivia up, somehow not disturbing the sleeping baby.
Olivia’s hands drifted quickly to Kimberly’s left breast, simultaneously as Kimberly took the pacifier out of Olivia’s mouth and swapped it with her own tit. Kimberly felt a rush of odd sensations as she felt the harsh suction, along with the warm of the small child’s mouth. As she endured the strange feeling, she slipped on the ring, hoping that this wasn’t a stupid idea.
After a few brief moments, Kimberly felt a new sensation, an odd swelling at her breasts, along with a bit of a wet sensation at her vacant breast. She was leaking! In fact, her occupied breast seemed to be flowing now, as Olivia was now suckling with wild abandon!
Kimberly wanted celebrate but holding Olivia made that a bit of a moot point, and her body didn’t seem finished changing. She walked into the bathroom to observe her changes as they came.
She looked older, certainly. It could be the obvious stress that one may have giving birth, but there were other odd changes as well, for starters, she felt shorter by a small amount, and her feet felt like they’d been getting smaller too, though her eyes were on her hips as they along with her butt began to expand slightly, giving her curves she’d never though she’d have. Lines slowly formed along her belly, they were stretch marks from carrying Olivia no doubt. What surprised Kimberly the most was the last thing she’d noticed: her face had changed drastically. She didn’t look like Kimberly at all anymore, she looked more like Olivia’s actual mother, albeit in her early 20’s.
“Oh shit!” Kimberly said, though she didn’t expect the voice that came out of her. “Oh my god, Olivia, I’m literally your mother now.” She cradled Olivia as the tiny girl finished up her breakfast. Kimberly cooed as she burped her daughter.
Kimberly set Olivia down on the bed for a second to see if her old clothes fit, but to no avail. Her butt was much bigger than it was before, and her feet were shorter but slightly wider. Nothing she had got her at all. “Great, that’s a problem.” She looked in the bag of things that Olivia bought before she changed, but she couldn’t find anything that would help her with this particular situation. “Well… I guess you won’t be needing your own clothes for a bit…” Kimberly opened Olivia’s dresser and pulled out a pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt, both of which were so large they may as well have been a dress on her, but they worked for what they are. She also borrowed a pair of ill fitting flip flops so she could move about without too much issue. With all that done, Kimberly grabbed Olivia and started towards the door. They had an exciting day planned ahead, and Kimberly was eager to see the world from a mother’s perspective.