No matter what they did or how they tried to cover themselves, something happened to get in the way.
Jack sat at the kitchen table, his new baby-sized genitals tucked between his legs (he just did it naturally), his DD cup breasts hanging from his chest where he had pecs only a few minutes before, big, round, firm, and driving his mother nuts. Her son had breasts larger than hers, and the cock of a newborn. She demanded to know what her son had done to himself, and he swore up and down he didn’t know what happened.
Life felt crazy – this was impossible. And yet there he was, his pretty face, big eyes and pouty lips, long blonde hair spilling around it, and the smooth curvy body of a pole dancer – big butt and all – save for the diminutive penis and testicles that still hung – though barely – from her son’s crotch.
Ethan, also nude, and very much the muscular jock he had always been, sat next to him, unable to keep himself from playing with Jack’s big mammary glands. Jack’s mother just stood in disbelief, shaking her head as Ethan came again.
“Would you STOP that?” she snapped at Ethan.
He gave her a helpless look. “I can’t help it, I mean LOOK at him,” Ethan shook one of her son’s big boobs for emphasis, “He’s gorgeous!”
Mrs. Hodges picked up a towel and thrusted it at Ethan. “At least stop… doing *that* everywhere.”
Ethan took the towel, red with embarrassment, and stuffed his still-cumming cock into it.
Jack’s mom insisted they get dressed, but there were no clothes in Jack’s new room, and whenever she brought him something to wear, something would inevitably stop her.
The first time, she brought some of her brother’s clothes to then, but she tripped and the clothing caught on a chair and ripped on her way down.
The second time a bizarre accident with a glass of juice that happened to be on the table she passed, fell and got all over the clothes.
After a few more times with blankets and clothes, the final straw was when two pairs of pants and shirts actually combusted into flames inexplicably when the boys took them from her. So they gave up, and the boys sat naked in the kitchen, unable to stop themselves from touching one another.
Jack was playing with Ethan’s cock, looking like he wanted to go down on it right there in front of his mother. She shook her head. “You guys aren’t even gay.”
“They look pretty gay to me,” Mila giggle, entering the kitchen.
Mrs. Hodges stepped in front of the boys. “Please go to your room until we get them covered up and sorted out, Mila.”
Groaning from behind her informed everyone present both boys were cumming again.
“What’s the big deal?” Mila shrugged, “I saw them both earlier anyway, so it’s not like this is new.”
“Please, Mila,” her mother closed her eyes, trying her best to be patient.
“So Jack has boobs now, at least they both seem happy – isn’t that what’s important?”
Her mother was irritated that Mila appeared to be right. “Enough, go to your room NOW, young lady,” Mrs. Hodges snapped.
Mila took the pen and put the cap on the back. Time stopped, and no one saw what she wrote on everyone there, but when she took the cap and put it back over the pen, it quickly became apparent. “I think you’d be happy for them mom. Don’t most mothers want grandchildren?”
Mrs. Hodges turned around, and there was her son the she-male, very naked - and very PREGNANT - his belly sticking way out, and breasts even larger than before.
“Fuck,” Jack said softly, feeling his big belly in wonder and quietly freaking out. He couldn’t believe it, when he felt a kick. “It kicked… it’s our child,” Jack told Ethan with big, scared eyes, at a loss for any more words.
Ethan held his boyfriend’s belly, smiling. “Oh my God… we’re going to be parents.” He kissed Jack. “You’re going to be a great mom, Jackie.”
Jack was noticing Ethan looked different somehow, older and stronger – his muscles looked like those of a gladiator. Then dog howls filled the kitchen.
Both boys looked up, shocked to see Mrs. Hodges now had a dog snout in place of her mouth and nose, and she had clearly lost it, howling like a, well, mad dog.
Mila slipped from the kitchen, muttering under her breath, “Don’t be a bitch and you won’t be a bitch.”
Uncle Ronald came in the front door. “What in hell is going on?”
A few seconds later, Mila passed an old, bleating goat, and went out the front door, pen in hand.
“I’m going to have SOOO much fun.” She smiled sweetly, almost innocently. Almost.
So many things to do, so many people to play with. As she walked toward her bicycle, she tried to decide where to go next.
The world was her playground.