Hillary arrived back in her room, pulling her dress off and grabbing her no longer hidden dildo and buttplug. She slowly sat down on her vibrating buttplug, savoring the feeling. She shoved her dildo in her soaking wet pussy, and screamed in ecstasy. She couldn’t get the image of what she’d done out of her head. Perverting her own son turned daughter, making her just like her, it felt so good - but so wrong. It was the first time in a while she felt guilty about any of this, even with that voice in her head telling her it was okay.
As she masturbated, though, it felt better to give in to that voice. To stop worrying. She was a pervert - why feel bad? Why feel guilty for giving in to these wonderful thoughts? The more she pumped herself full of her massive dildo, the more she felt herself giving in.
Her mind filled with her daughter and Dakota fucking, both of them further along in their plastic transformations. And then she found herself in between the two of them, a threesome between plastic sluts - her own body was even more developed than it was now. She had bright, platinum blonde hair, a huge pair of tits, a fat, plastic ass, and porn star makeup. Smooth, tanned skin, no wrinkles, no imperfections, no body hair. She was a plastic porn star MILF, just like the ones she masturbated to.
Once she came to that realization, Hillary felt an orgasm fill her. That image of her - the new, improved, permanent Hillary - filled her mind as her strongest orgasm yet began. She came so hard that she felt she was going to pass out. Her orgasm only grew stronger. Seconds turned into minutes. As she continued to cum, thoughts of her old life became locked away. Any sense of shame she had towards her current life disappeared, now relegated to shame of that old, boring, average middle aged woman Hillary. Hillary’s body changed to match the one she’d imagined - her tits grew bigger (and faker) she looked like she spent most of her time at the gym, her rear was big and especially fake looking, she had a healthy tan, and she was wearing porn star levels of makeup. Finally, after 15 minutes her orgasm ended. Twitching in pleasure, she removed her dildo and buttplug, and looked around the room, finding it different.
Just like her bathroom had changed, so now did her room - and the rest of the house. It was opulent, expensive looking, even a bit gaudy. Hillary soaked it in. She looked like she was in a rich trophy wife’s home - or a porn set.
She got up and walked over to a full body mirror that hadn’t been there a second ago.
Her jaw almost dropped when she looked in the mirror. Her beautiful, naked body really looked fake, like a human could never be that sexy. This was her body. This was the one she’d have, possibly forever. She smiled before returning to her bed.
******
The next morning, Andrea woke up a bit confused. She couldn’t remember what she was dreaming about, but she knew they were good dreams. She noticed the house had changed - her mom must’ve transformed again. She bit her a lip. She couldn’t wait to see her mom’s new changes. She got dressed in a fairly casual outfit (yoga pants, a tank top, sneakers) and looked in the mirror.
Something seemed off about her reflection, but she chalked it up to not being used to being a woman yet. She went a little overboard with the breasts, but she had to fool her mom, right?
She walked downstairs, ready to go to school. Then she saw her mother. Her beautiful, sexy, porn star mother. And even more so, smelled her. A beautiful rose scent filled the home. It made Andrea feel so warm inside, numbing her brain.
“Oh, are you heading to school? Come here, give me a kiss before you go.” Hillary said, strutting over.
Andrea felt Hillary hug her, and then unexpectedly, felt Hillary’s puffy lips touch her own. She kissed her mother, before her mothers tongue started to enter her mouth.
Hillary, meanwhile, was using her now strengthened powers to pervert Andrea’s mind. She felt Andrea’s anxiety at this new development, and used them to calm her down. To convince her that this was normal.
Andrea relaxed a bit, leaning into the hug and continuing the make out session as she inhaled more of her mothers scent - and by extension, pheromones. Finally, Hillary broke the kiss.
“Have a good day at school, sweetie. I’ll see you tonight.” She said with a smile.
Andrea quickly left the house.
******
Andrea’s thoughts were jumbled as she walked to school. That was… wrong, wasn’t it? Even if her mother’s transformation made it normal for her, why wasn’t it bothering Andrea? But that kiss did feel nice…
Andrea decided to stop worrying so much. She’d figure this out later. For now, she was going to see Dakota.