Isabella

There was no way this dumb thing would work... Right? It was a flashy way for it to arrive, sure. But given that magic did exist, magic that could control people’s bodies was probably suuuper expensive and impossible to find. So this thing was ten pounds of junk in a five pound bag. You picked up the box, sat on your bed, and figured it was worth trying for debunking it, right? But what name to choose? Any name was as good as any other, right? So you just thought of the person you just spoke with a few seconds ago... Your mother, Isabella. You said the name aloud, wound the box, and laid down, setting it near your bed... When you opened your eyes... You were suddenly at the bottom of the stairs in your house... You looked around in surprise... Everything felt weird... And as a strand of brown hair fell into your eyes, your face went pale... You looked down at your body... Or more accurately, you looked down at your bombshell of a mother’s body... A scream died in your mouth... You rushed to her room, shutting and locking the door behind you, trying to ignore the swing of Isabella’s bountiful hips and the bounce of her incredible tits. This was impossible... Your mind refused to accept it... This was some kind of hallucination! The box was making you dream that you had turned into your mother! Simple... Perfect... So that meant there was no harm done, it was just a wet dream, kinda, right? You desperately wanted to believe that as you glanced down again and caught sight of your borrowed body’s heavenly cleavage. That made perfect sense... You wouldn’t really want to mess with your mother’s body in your right mind, you were just having some kinda kinky, sexy, dream... You couldn’t help it, you hands slipped up to Isabella’s Breasts, gently groping them, feeling them for the first time in a lewd way... It felt unimaginably fantastic, like nothing you’d ever experienced before, your fingers gently sinking in to such soft, luscious flesh. Her lightly brown Hispanic skin all too fabulous. There was a reason some of the guys at school called Isabella a milf. She was truly amazing... With a body like this, it was no wonder your dad fell head over heels... Although, he wasn’t around much due to having to travel for work. Surely, since this was a dream, it couldn’t hurt to mess around a little bit more, right?