Existential Crisis!

Just as she finished licking herself clean, Mike plopped his bare butt down on the opposite end of the couch from where Melissa was sitting. She turned to see that he was still grinning like an idiot and stroking his prick back to full-mast, drinking in the sights of her slender body and giant fake tits. She sighed and crossed your bubbly legs, then gave him a stern look.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Mike froze, his expression instantly shifting into one of nervous fear.

"What?"

"Are you seriously not going to clean that up?" Melissa asked, pointing to the spot on the carpet next to the kitchen entryway where his small load of cum was soaking into.

He looked over to where she was pointing, back to her, and then smiled as he let go of his cock and slid out the keyboard to the device already in his other hand.

"Oh, that." Mike snickered, his fingers typing away with his messy brown hair hanging in front of his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm on it... And, done."

She gave him a look, then turned to where his cumstain was on the carpet. The gooey web of white spunk was now gone. Startled and confused, she instinctively stood up to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Melissa’s massive firm breasts wobbled around on her torso with each step she took, and they shook around when you took one foot and rubbed it against the dry spot of carpet.

Turning back to Mike, she saw him laugh.

"Told ya'."

"What just happened?" Melissa asked. "I know for a fact that you came right here, I saw you do it!"

"With this." He said, holding up the device he's been fiddling with. "From what I can tell, this thing rewrites reality in any way I want."

... At this point, she wasn't sure which of them were going insane.

"I don't understand."

"I don't either, really. But it's really cool!" He laughed, then began typing into it. "By default, it makes it so that I'm the only one who notices anything that changes, but I can also do it in a way that lets other people in on the action. Here, watch this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meslissa’s heart thumped hard in her chest and she involuntarily took in a deep gasping breath.

Her emotions were all over the place as two sets of memories now danced around within her mind.

With wide eyes, she looked down at her feet-obscuring breasts and found that was only half-familiar with them. She clearly remembered having work done to them for the past few years, gradually getting bigger and bigger implants as the years went on until she finally had the perfect set of sweater-stretchers for others to lustfully leer at. Another part of her was disgusted by them, unable to wrap half of her brain around why she ever wanted any of that. These things were just ridiculous!

Turning towards a sizable mirror not too far away along the wall, Melissa’s jaw dropped. The rest of her attractive figure was the same as usual, but the massive tits bolted onto her narrow chest made her look like a living fetish doll. Not only that, but she was naked! She scrambled to try and cover herself up, but all she was able to do was hide her hairless pussy with one hand while she reached around with the other to cover her large thick nipples with its palm and the arm it belonged to. Nothing about her lewd body could truly be hidden, and the part of her that artificially remembered her family's life choice to be shameful nudists (who were totally comfortable with masturbating in front of each other) actually felt uncomfortable that she were trying to cover up in the first place.

Melissa spun around to face Mike, who was kicked back in his seat on the couch and watching her with lusty curiosity and a hard dick twitching between his skinny legs.

"Cool, right?" He chuckled.

"Cool?!" She screeched, storming over to him as the weight of her half-familiar breasts caused her to stumble around on the way. "I-I look like a-... I look like a freak, Mike! Change me back to normal right now!"

Mike looked up at her barely-concealed breasts as she stood over him and shouted with her hands still masking her intimates. He was silent and seemed to be pondering something behind his wide brown eyes and startled expression for a long moment, while Melissa could only feel her face getting redder from a mix of shame, fear, and anger. She glanced at the device in his hands and imagined snatching such an awful and powerful thing out of his hands, but just before the impulse to do so had fully surfaced, Mike chuckled and looked down.

"Alright." He said with a calm shrug and an apologetic expression, then looked down and began typing. "Sorry mom, I didn't think you'd get so mad about it."

"I-... W-Wait, really?" Pleading words were about to leave her lips, but she quickly realized that her pervert of a son had actually just agreed to your demands. Was he being serious? Or was he just lying to appease her long enough to turn her back into a free-love bimbo? Mike was her son, and deep down she knew that he loved her enough not to keep her this way. Surely the dumb teen that was riddled with hormones just saw this as some outrageously immature prank, and her reaction may have helped him understand the severity of his actions.

"Yeah." He said. "I thought it would've gotten a laugh out of you, but now I don't really know what I was thinking anymore."

As he finished speaking, Melissa felt the world itself turn upside down in an instant. Again.

The manufactured memories of her surgeries and fake-breasted teasing of others dissolved into nothing, completely forgotten about. She was suddenly wearing her old gray T-shirt and black yoga pants again, and her feet were completely visible when she looked down past your covered B-cup breasts. Mike now had his dirty old clothes on as well, and he was looking up into her astonished face with a polite and happy smile.

"M-Mike! I-... I'm me again!" She said in both triumph and relief, jumping back and enjoying the familiar feelings of wearing comfortable clothes and not having back-breaking tits.

"Duh." Mike chuckled, sliding the device into the pocket of his dark-blue sweatpants. "I'll be the first to admit that I'm kind of a creep, but I'm not a monster. Besides, now that you know you can trust me, I'm guessing that you won't try to take away my new favorite toy, right?"

Melissa blinked, standing there as a growing sense of unease returned.

Sure, Mike turned her back to normal, but he was still in possession of something that could cause some serious trouble in anyone's hands!

"I, uh..." She said, at an utter loss for words. "I do trust you, especially now, and I love you dearly..."

"... But?"

She blushed, then cleared your throat. "But... I think it'd be best if you got rid of that thing, or broke it altogether."

"Hmm... No, I don't think so." Mike confidently stated as he crossed his arms. "As the certified king of pranks and mischief, it'd be a crime to my core principles if I did anything like that."

"Mikey..." She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she hadn't really expected that suggestion would work to begin with. "I know I'm really not in a position to say anything, and like I said, I do trust you, but-"

"Relax, mom." He said, standing up from the couch. "I'm just gonna' go to my room, magically wish up a buffet of fast food, and then play some video games until I pass out. There's nothing to worry about."

Mike smiled and walked off to his room without another word after that, and Melissa was left standing in the middle of the living room alone, her mind spinning with all sorts of existential questions and worries regarding a horrifying device that could alter the fabric of reality itself.

"Goddamn it, Mike." She mumbled to herself, then walked off towards the kitchen to do some dishes, something that was good for taking her mind off of things. "Please don't do anything like that again..."

After that, the afternoon progressed... rather normally, actually.

Melissa finished going through the mail, did the dishes, vacuumed the living room, made herself a light lunch, and then hopped back onto her laptop as she occasionally switched between checking social media and watching TV.

Even the Narrator was surprised. They weren't mentioning how things were subtly changing into crazy perverted stuff and actions to hint that Mike was up to no good in his room, mainly because no such things were taking place. No, really. A relatively normal afternoon followed the situation between Melissa and her perverted son, who could now do literally anything he wanted with the press of a few buttons.

Before then, she wouldn't have ever been able to imagine herself with giant fake breasts and comfortably masturbating in front of her own son like that, and while the memories of her fabricated life had vanished completely, she now remembered the moment her clothes disappeared from her body, and the moment when her boring chest became an object of desire and lust.

In fact, that's all Melissa could seem to be thinking about once she finally began to relax on the couch. Each time her eyes glanced down at the computer in her lap, all she could do was think about what the view would look like if two wobbling plastic masses were in the way. she even recalled how they felt like giant rounded gummy-bears when she had squeezed one of them, and especially how amazing her orgasm felt with the kind of sexual confidence they gave her.

Eventually, she went off into the privacy of the bathroom and stripped down to nothing before turning on the shower. Instead of getting inside, Melissa sat down on the closed toilet and tried to mimic what she’d done before, slowly running her gentle fingers between the folds of her wet pussy, moving on to slipping in her index and middle fingers, and soon she was gasping as the pace increased, pumping them in and out of her aching sex while she rubbed her clit with the other hand and bit down on her lip as she tried to stifle the moans that wanted to escape her lips.

It was actually more convenient, and just as pleasurable, to do this without two massive breasts bolted onto her chest. However, and as much as she hated to admit it, the weighty feeling of them rocking around was missed, but it wasn't necessary in order to give herself an orgasm nearly as powerful as the one from earlier.

Breathing heavily, Melissa leaned back against the porcelain tank, her hands trembling and covered with her juices once more. Before, she’d never have done something so dirty as to lick herself clean, but now that she has done it, she decided to try it again with her current mindset. While the taste wasn't necessarily delicious, the act of doing it was strangely pleasurable. When she finished, Melissa glanced around the bathroom and blinked several times. She felt good, relieved, and for the first time in a very long time, sexually satisfied.

While she wasn't going to easily forgive Mike for what he did to her, a part of her was embarrassed but grateful for reminding her what it was like to feel sexy again, what it was like to relax and take care of her own primal needs. Then, she began to feel gross, recalling how Mike was leering at you and pleasuring himself during her earlier session, and the shower that'd been running cold water suddenly seemed like an ideal place to be. So much was happening so fast, and Melissa wasn't sure at all how she felt about Mike having the kinds of powers he now possessed.

The best thing to do now would be to wait and see what happens next.

And, if she tread carefully, she might be able to work up the resolve to ask him if he'll do something about her tiny tits.