Helping out mother

Still reeling from your narrow escape, you take a deep breath and head to the kitchen where your mom awaits. You find her bent over, rummaging in the refrigerator. She's still wearing your baggy t-shirt and sweatpants from earlier.

The shirt rides up, exposing her toned midriff. And without a bra, her huge H-cup tits swing freely beneath the thin fabric with her movements. You gulp, dick twitching in the tight yoga pants at the enticing sight.

"There you are!" Mom says, glancing over her shoulder at you. "Could you grab the stepladder from the garage? I need the big mixing bowl from the top shelf and I can't reach."

"S-sure Mom," you stammer, trying to keep your eyes off her jiggling chest.

You hurry to fetch the stepladder, willing your boner to behave. Get it together, dude! Yeah she's hot and braless in your clothes, but she's still your mom!

Returning with the ladder, you set it up and climb up to grab the mixing bowl. Meanwhile, your mom waits below, absently twirling a strand of hair. You can't help but stare down her shirt at the tantalizing view of swaying cleavage.

Shaking your head, you snag the bowl. But as you start to climb down, your foot slips on the rung! The bowl flies from your hands as you tumble off the ladder straight towards your mom!

"John!" she cries, reaching out to catch you.

WHUMP! You both collapse to the floor in a tangle of limbs, the plastic bowl clattering beside you. To your shock, you find yourself sprawled on top of your mom, your face planted right between her massive, pillowy breasts!

"Ohmigod Mom I'm so sorry!" you blurt, scrambling off of her, cheeks blazing.

"It's okay sweetie, accidents happen," Mom says, sitting up and rubbing her head. "You're not hurt are you?"

You shake your head, trying not to ogle your mom's disheveled state. Her huge tits strain against your thin shirt, nipples clearly outlined. Luckily, she seems too concerned about you to notice your raging erection.

Grabbing the bowl, you use it to cover your erection. "I gotta, um, go do homework!"

Before she can respond, you bolt out of the kitchen and book it upstairs to your room. Shutting the door, you lean against it, heart racing. Holy shit, you just motorboated your own mom! And fuck, did it feel good...

Groaning, you flop onto your bed, mind reeling. The feeling of your mom's huge, soft tits enveloping your face replays in your head. Your dick throbs insistently, aching for relief. Damn these yoga pants!

As you move to shimmy the tight pants down, your hand brushes the Swapinator forgotten in your pocket. You freeze, the device's reality-altering potential rushing back to you.

Slowly, you draw it out, considering the sleek, chrome body. Your thumb traces over the switches and dials. So many possibilities...

You think back to the boob swap in the park. How amazing it felt to suddenly possess such massive tits, even briefly. To have everyone stare at your body in awe and desire. Part of you longs to experience that again.

But you also remember the thrill of swapping the old man's obsession to that college chick. Seeing her succumb to the overwhelming urge to worship her own tits. Fuck, that was hot!

Your cock pulses, begging for attention. Biting your lip, you glance from the Swapinator to your crotch. What to do...

You could swap yourself some huge tits again, in a more… calculated way and have a sexy solo session.

Or you could peek at your sister in her room and imagine swapping her perky breasts for someone else’s gigantic, sensitive ones. Then she couldn’t resist playing with herself haha. Watch her squirm and moan, compelled to pleasure her new assets...

Damn, both options sound hot as fuck!

"Guess I'll just have to make my own fun," you mutter, setting the Swapinator aside to change clothes.

You shimmy out of your mom's yoga pants and top, kicking the clothes aside. Your rigid cock springs free, slapping against your stomach as it is released from its lycra prison.

Glancing out your bedroom window, you spot a woman walking her dog past your house. She's quite pretty, with curly blonde hair and a cute sundress. But what really catches your eye is her impressive bust straining against the floral fabric.

"Jackpot," you grin, grabbing the Swapinator.

You take aim, imagining those big, perky tits on your own chest. Making sure the reality dial is set, you pull the trigger.

ZAP!

Instantly, your flat chest balloons outward as two large, bouncy breasts burst from your torso. Your jaw drops as you cup the huge, sensitive mounds, giving them a disbelieving squeeze.

Outside, the woman stumbles and looks down in shock as her chest deflates to near flatness. But thanks to the reality switch, she just shakes her head in confusion and continues on her way, none the wiser. Her steps are more graceful now with the heavy burden removed from her chest.

"Ohhh fuck yes," you groan, fondling your new tits. They feel amazing! So big and soft and responsive. Each touch sends sparks of pleasure straight to your throbbing cock.

Settling back on your bed, you start to explore your transformed body. One hand kneads and squeezes a plush breast while the other strokes your rigid dick. The dual stimulation is intense and overwhelming.

You've never played with tits for this long before, let alone ones attached to your own chest! The sensations are wild and addictive. Pinching a stiff nipple makes you gasp and arch your back, cock pulsing in your grip.

Lost in pleasure, you don't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs until it's too late. Your door suddenly swings open to reveal your sister standing there!

"Hey John, Mom wants to know if you--OH MY GOD!"

"Dammit Gwen!" you snap. Instinctually Using a hand to cover your tits while you glare at your sister in the doorway. "Knock much? I'm kind of busy here!"

But Gwen just smirks, unfazed by your state of undress. She leans against the doorframe, eyeing your huge tits hungrily.

"Geez, can't keep your hands off yourself for five minutes, can you?" she teases. "I swear, you play with those things more than I play with mine. I seriously cannot believe my *brother’s* tits are bigger than mine.” She then stomps her foot, causing her modest chest to jiggle.

You blush, dropping your hand from your nipples to brazenly show off your well endowed chest to your sister. "Shut up! Like you're one to talk, Miss Spends-Hours-Primping-Her-Boobs."

Gwen rolls her eyes. "Please, I have to spend time on mine to make them look big! They are barely a handful. YOU got all the luck in the chest department."

She sighs enviously, cupping her own modest breasts. "Seriously, what's your secret? Push-up bras? Implants? You've gotta share!"

"I, uh... Just genetics I guess?" you stammer, fighting the urge to laugh. Gwen looked steamed as she says “WE HAVE THE SAME GENETICS!”

Ha, If she only knew!

"Hmph, lucky bastard," Gwen grumbles as she walks away. "Well, finish up your little titty worship session and come help Mom with dinner. And maybe put a sock on the door next time so I don't get an eyeful of my brother's dick! I see enough of your tits already!”

With that, she flounces out, slamming the door behind her. You collapse back on the bed, torn between relief and amusement.

"Holy shit, that was close.” You wipe sweat from your brow. “Huh, she must reallly be envious of these tits. Haha.” you mutter. "Guess the reality switch really does work!"

You look down at your giant tits and the erection still jutting between your legs. Part of you feels bad for Gwen and her itty bitty titty envy. It's not like you earned these big boobs either. You just stole them from some random chick!

An idea starts to form, your hand drifting back to the Swapinator. What if you gave Gwen a "boost" too? Just for a little while? She'd probably love you for it...

But first, you need to take care of the throbbing problem at hand. Wrapping your fingers around your shaft, you lose yourself in the bliss of your new body once more.