Mom’s Underwear

My parents were away for the weekend, and the only thing they had asked me to do before they left was fold the laundry when it was done. So when the dryer stopped I went downstairs to open it up, and found…
Mom’s underwear! “Great,” I thought. “Just what I wanted to do, fold Mom’s underwear…” I grumbled as I started folding the clothes. After the fifth or sixth pair I started to realize how soft they were. Much softer than my boxers, and I’m sure they were much more comfortable. I got to a noticeably modest looking pair and shrugged, why not? I took off my pants and slipped off my boxers before sliding the panties up onto my body.
I was right! They were so much softer than my own underwear! They were clearly too big for me, but the elastic still held them around my body well enough. I put my pants back on, and continued folding.
I left the panties on throughout the rest of the day, as they were much more comfortable. When it came time to go to bed, I still kept them on, but put on the rest of my own pajamas, and laid down in my bed to go to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and shambled over to the bathroom. I took off my pajama pants, and started to pull down the panties when I noticed something: they fit much more snugly than they had yesterday. A quick glance into the mirror revealed why: my butt had swelled slightly to better fill the underwear. I tore off the garment immediately, and came to another, much sadder realization:
My dick! It had shrunk at least three, no, four inches since yesterday! I had never been well off in that department to begin with, but now this tiny nub between my legs was downright embarrassing! That, combined with my new plumper ass and rounded thighs made me look almost feminine from the waist down! I sat down on the toilet to do my business, a new feeling in several ways, and then I reached for the panties again, pausing for a second, and deciding to let them go. I raced back to my room and got out a pair of my own underwear, attempting to slide them up my new lower half, but it didn’t work. They were too stretched and way too uncomfortable. So I walked sadly back to the bathroom, and picked up the panties, putting them back on before putting my pants on over top. They were still soft, and now with my larger butt they felt even better, almost sensual.
The rest of the day passed without incident, and finally I went back to bed, ready to wake up the next day with the hope this nightmare will have ended.

I woke up on Saturday morning, and tried to get out of bed, but something felt…off. I felt heavier in places I wasn’t accustomed to. Finally I sat up, and walked slightly off-balance to the bathroom. This time what I saw in the mirror made me scream:
My face had transformed. My hair was much longer, and my stubble was gone. The bones of my face were slimmer, but the actual flesh on those bones was chubby. The face was still mine, but it looked more like…
My mother! My hands flew to my heart in horror, and I felt something that made my blood run cold: my chest was…squishy. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and there, sitting on my chest, were two small breasts. Nowhere near the size of my mother’s, but I knew that if I let them they would get there.
Almost afraid to, I took off my pants and the panties next. I thought it couldn’t get any worse, but it had. My penis was gone, and in its place was the folds of a moist vagina. A vagina that had clearly been tight once upon a time, but years of sex, not to mention one birth, and stretched it out. I was staring at an exact replica of my own mother’s vagina. I started to reach down, but pulled away. “I have to stop this!” I shouted, running from the bathroom and down the hall to my parents’ room. There must be something in there that can reverse this, right? But as soon as I entered their room I started to feel lightheaded, and I passed out cold on the floor.

I woke up a few hours later. I tried to pick my naked body up off the floor, but things were even more difficult now. I rolled over, and looked down at my body:
Two DD-cup breasts flopped to either side of my torso, giving me a full view of my chubby belly. Beyond that I could see my large, curvy legs, and I could feel my large ass press into the floor. After some effort I picked myself up off the floor, and looked into my mother’s mirror.
The face that looked back was an exact copy of hers. The body below that face, was a copy as exact as my new face. The panties had transformed me into my mother. I felt disgusted to be looking at my own mother’s naked body, but somehow I couldn’t look away. I warm wetness started forming between my thick thighs, and I reached down, inserting my finger into my slit at last. I moaned, and after some time I felt my first female orgasm.
After calming down I went to my mother’s underwear drawer, and picked out a sexy pair of black panties to slide up my legs and around my fine ass. Then I tried to put on the matching bra, but no matter how many time I tried, I couldn’t tuck my huge boobs into the cups, and do the clasp on the back. Eventually I gave up, and realizing it was nighttime I flopped onto the bed, and wondering only slightly what my parents would say when they got home, but not really caring, I drifted off to sleep…


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