Max’s excitement for school was reaching dangerous levels and so was his erection. With his dick proudly standing at full attention in front of him, Max thought it best to take care of it before he made any more What Ifs. Post nut clarity and all that. He was about to begin when the sound of his sheets ruffling behind him caused him to jump.
“Sweetie, come back to bed,” his mother said groggily. A lump formed in max’s throat. What the fuck was his mother doing in his room? No, what was his mother doing in his BED? “Sweetie, you have school tomorrow. Come lay back down,” she instructed.
His cheeks burning with embarrassment, Max stuffed his erection inside his shirt and said, “Mom, what are you doing in my room?”
“Your room? Sweetie, we talked about this, with us moving in with your Aunt we’ll need to share rooms. I know this is still new for us, but I promise it’ll get easier with time,” she explained. That’s true, because of them moving into an already lived in house, some of his family did have to share rooms. But, his mom had moved in with his Aunt, and it was decided that since he was the only boy in the house, it would be best for him to have his own room. Why was he suddenly sharing a room with his mother of all people? He would have understood his sisters, as much as he really wouldn’t want to live with them, but not his mother. “Come on. You need to sleep,” she insisted as she raised the covers to usher him into the bed. Now, it was pretty dark in his room, and his vision was messed up thanks to the repeated flashes from the machine, but Max could have sworn his mom looked different. Obviously her boobs were bigger. He expected that, her D cups having shot up to L’s, but there was something else different.
Not knowing what else to do, Max stealthily pulled up his pants as best he could and climbed into bed. Once under the covers, his mom wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into her pillowy bosom. Beyond confused by this action, Max was beginning to understand what was different about his mother. The arm that was currently wrapped around him was thick. Not with fat, but with muscle. A quick probing of her stomach revealed rippling abs. His mother giggled a little at his finger’s sliding along her abdomen. “Max, stop it. That tickles. Go to sleep,” she ordered.
Thinking back, Max began to realize what was going on. He made it so women could easily walk around with huge boobs and butts. With heavy fat deposits across their bodies, woman would need a lot of strength to move. Therefore, they would need the necessary muscle content to compensate. With that explained, he now wondered about his new roommate. This one was a lot more difficult to explain. Women. In all his changes he said men or women depending on the target. His mother was a woman, therefore she changed. The more time a woman spends near him, the more she loves him. Being with him literally since birth means she’s the woman who’s spent the most time with him. Meaning she had to be the woman who loved him most. But… how much love did she have for him? She was sharing a room with him. She was cuddling with him in the same bed. How much did she love him? And, how far was Max willing to go to find out?