Jenny gives him her mother's clothes

"Alright Luke, follow me," Jenny said. "Tim, you wait here."

Luke followed Jenny to her parents' bedroom, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Jenny closed the door behind them, leaving Tim waiting outside. She turned to Luke, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous gleam.

"Okay, so I have an idea," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Okay, so I have an idea," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "You're going to become my mom."

Luke's eyes widened in surprise. "Your mom? But why?"

Jenny grinned. "Because my mom is hot, and she has a great rack. Plus, I have a plan."

Luke hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Alright, let's do this."

She walked over to her mother's dresser and began to rummage through the drawers. She pulled out a pink satin bra, the fabric shimmering in the soft light of the room. She turned to Luke, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and desire.

"Put this on. This is my mom's bra. She's an E cup, so it's pretty big.", she said, handing him the bra. Luke took the bra, his fingers tracing the smooth, cool fabric. He could feel the weight of it, the size of it. It was massive, designed to fit a woman with a much larger chest than his own. He looked at Jenny, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe.

Luke took a deep breath and began to undress, his heart pounding in his chest. He slipped off Jenny's clothes. He stood there, naked, his eyes locked on the bra in his hands. He could feel the anticipation building, the excitement coursing through his veins.

He slipped the bra on, the fabric cool and smooth against his skin. He fastened the clasp behind his back, feeling the weight of the bra, the size of it. He looked down, watching as his chest began to swell, growing to fill out the bra. He could feel the weight of them, the warmth of them, the softness of them. He ran his hands over his new breasts, marveling at the sensation, the size, the sheer magnitude of them.

Jenny watched him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire. "Wow," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "They're huge."

Luke smiled, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and pride. "They're your mom's," he said, his voice filled with a sense of awe.

Jenny nodded, her smirk returning. "And now they're yours," she said, her voice filled with a sense of mischief. She turned back to the dresser, rummaging through the drawers once more. She pulled out a pair of matching pink satin panties, the fabric shimmering in the light. She handed them to Luke, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and desire.

"Put these on," she said, her voice filled with a sense of anticipation.

Luke took the panties, his fingers tracing the smooth, cool fabric. He slipped them on, the fabric loose around his waist. But as he held them up, he felt his hips begin to expand, his ass growing round and firm. The panties stretched taut against his skin, hugging his new curves.

Jenny watched him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe. "Damn," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "You look just like her."

Luke smiled, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and pride. He could feel the power of his new form, the allure, the sheer magnitude of it. He was Isabella, Jenny's mother, and the sensation was intoxicating.

Jenny turned back to the dresser, pulling out a floral white sundress. She handed it to Luke, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and desire. "Put this on," she said, her voice filled with a sense of anticipation.

Luke took the dress, his fingers tracing the soft, delicate fabric. He slipped it on, feeling the fabric slide over his body, the way it hugged his curves, accentuated his assets. He looked in the mirror, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe. He saw Isabella staring back at him, her hourglass figure, her massive breasts, her wide hips, her sexy, curvaceous silhouette. He ran his hands over his body, marveling at the transformation, the power, the sheer magnitude of it.

Finally, Jenny handed him a pair of her mother's sunglasses, the frames large and round, the lenses tinted a dark shade of brown. Luke slipped them on. His hair lengthened and turned a rich auburn, his skin took on a warm, olive tone, and his features became more pronounced, more mature. He looked in the mirror, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe. He saw Isabella, Jenny's mother, a 44-year-old Latin woman, her body sexy and curvaceous, her features exotic and alluring.

He turned to look at himself in the mirror, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and disbelief. He saw Isabella staring back at him, her massive breasts stretching the fabric of the sundress, her wide hips and ass giving her a sexy, curvaceous silhouette. He ran his hands over his body, marveling at the transformation, the power of his new form.

He turned to Jenny, his voice now a perfect mimic of Isabella's Latin accent. "So, what's the plan, mija?"

Jenny grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The plan, Mama, is that you're going to buy us some booze."

Luke raised an eyebrow, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "And how are we going to do that?" he asked, his voice filled with a sense of curiosity.

Jenny shrugged, her smile never wavering. "You're a grown woman, Mama. You can buy whatever you want."

Luke laughed, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He could feel the power of his new form, the allure, the sheer magnitude of it. He was Isabella, Jenny's mother, and he was going to use that power to have some fun.

They walked out of the bedroom, Luke's hips swaying gently with each step, his new body moving with a confidence and grace that was both unfamiliar and exhilarating. They found Tim waiting in the hallway, his eyes widening in shock as he took in Luke's new form.

"Holy shit," Tim breathed, his eyes scanning Luke's body, lingering on the massive breasts, the wide hips, the curvaceous ass.

Luke snapped his fingers, his voice stern and commanding. "Hey, hey, none of that. I'm a respectable woman, not a piece of meat."

Jenny and Tim burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the house. Luke joined in, his laughter deep and throaty, a perfect mimic of Isabella's.

"Alright, alright," Jenny said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Let's get this show on the road. Mom, you're driving."