Make her a Pokemon.

Ash looked at his entranced mother, her head resting on her breasts, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. He inhaled deeply and decided to risk it.

"Mom, when I snap my fingers, you will become a Pokemon. You will adopt the mannerisms of the Pokemon you become, and believe me to be your Trainer. Got it?"

"Yes, Master, " Delia droned.

Ash snapped his fingers and Delia began acting like...