Melissa awakens, but she's not quite herself.

When Melissa opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was that she was laying on her side and hugging Mike’s pillow.

Next, she sighed deeply and giggled at the deep sense of satisfaction and relaxation that her body hadn't felt since the days of High school and college after a night of rough sex, and this time, without any aches or pains in her midsection.

After that, her heart skipped a beat and her eyes widened as they stared into the wall next she was facing, remembering whose handsome face was attached to the sex god that'd given her the best fuck of your life.

Melissa’s mind was spinning for a short time, but she soon began to relax on some level when she recalled who had instigated the situation.

"This is all you, believe it or not."

She buried your face in the pillow and blushed hard.

Melissa certainly believed it.

Mike may have been her son, and she was a well-adjusted woman with a respectable job, but deep down she knew the truth.

She’d been craving sex ever since her asshole ex-husband nearly ruined her life, despite her **** to admit it out loud before yesterday. Not just sex, really. Melissa needed to get fucked, and she definitely would've realized this after playing with herself several more times that evening and night. After not masturbating for quite some time, the first few times were going to feel great. But, in the middle of the night, she wouldn't have been begging Mike to give her bigger breasts. She would've been begging him to stuff her with that love missile he now sported between his legs as soon as she had laid eyes on it.

Or, who knows? Maybe her dopamine-riddled thoughts and post-**** experience were just giving her ideas that she never would’ve had before. Even at that very moment, Melissa was getting wet as she imagined Mike barging back into his room and treating her busty body like a helpless sex doll right then and there.

She laid there and daydreamed about such an event for another five minutes before her smooth pussy was burning up with need, which woke her up completely. With a frustrated and humiliated sigh, she reluctantly and slowly rolled out of Mike's bed. Once she was sitting on the edge though, it was apparent that something wasn't right.

Her chest was heavy from the weight of her new breasts, but they were now heavier than she remembered. Looking down at them as they sloshed around like a pair of perfectly-round water balloons, she raised an eyebrow.

Not only were they twice as big as their previous grapefruit size that Mike had increased their size to, she reached around and felt that her large and very thick nipples' eraser-head tips were now pierced, as well. It caught her off guard, but Melissa honestly felt too refreshed to be mad.

She just rolled your eyes and sighed. It must've happened sometime during the night, Melissa figured. She’d become so lost in her incestuous dicking that she probably half-consciously agreed to it at some point, or was too enveloped in her endless string of orgasms to have any objection, or Mike just went ahead and altered her tits further after he woke up just because he felt like it. Regardless, she was very aware of the change, so that must mean her son was willing to negotiate in regards to dialing their size back down a bit.

They were huge, they made her feel like a powerful sex-symbol, and her pierced nipples were amazingly sensitive, but their sheer momentous weight was a bit much for her liking; gently pulling her torso downward and in any general direction their ever-jiggling mass was sloshing towards, and the mere thought of going out in public with them made her blush brightly.

She took a deep breath and stood up, then clumsily made her way to the bathroom.

Upon seeing her reflection, Melissa noticed that her breasts weren't the only thing that'd changed since last night.

Her long brown hair was now a deep and scarlet red color, her full lips appeared to be painted with a matching red that didn't rub off when rubbed, she could now see that her nipple-ring piercings were also just as red, and-...

Her hands slammed down on the sink's countertop as she leaned in closely to examine her shocked face.

Melissa was definitely younger!

Maybe not as young as her adult children, but she was at least in her late twenties now. On both her face and body, the skin was creamy pale and clear of any sorts of blemishes or imperfections. When she leaned back and stood up straight again, barely able to recognize the huge-breasted redhead in the mirror, Melissa began to stretch in ways that should've activated her familiar old-lady body pains, but felt nothing of the sort. Even her back didn't ache in the slightest, knowing that tits of her caliber definitely should be putting some strain on its muscles.

It was almost as if Mike had baptized her into some kind of living sex goddess last night, and while she was having trouble looking away from her breathtaking reflection, a part of her felt strange about it.

To be fair, this was all happening very fast, so it might just take some getting used to, but still...

It looked like she was going to have to have a chat with 'Daddy' about changing her with his gadget without her express permission.

But first, of course, she knew she should relieve herself, and then experiment with her new body in the bathroom for as long as the hot water lasted.

Not to get too in-depth with the discovery, but after ten minutes of waiting, it appeared that she wasn't able to relieve herself. Or, rather, she didn't need to. Surely she would've at least needed to pee, Melissa thought to herself, especially since she had half a bottle of wine last night, but nothing came.

Well, that was neat, she thought.

Mike probably had something to do with that, too.

With that behind her, she hopped into the steaming-hot shower and didn't waste any time in soaping her body up, exploring its insanely smooth skin and making sure to take extra time in playing with her admittedly fantastic tits. They seemed to be slightly more sensitive in general compared to last night, but her large nipples became electrified as soon as anything touched them, similar to how her clit responded to touch when she was wet and desperately horny. It didn't take long to find out that she could even cum just by playing with them for long enough. Leaning back against the wall as she rapidly teased and pinched her pierced nipples, her body was jerking and twitching while she openly moaned to your heart's content, not caring if anyone heard her lusty voice bouncing off of the shower walls.

After an hour of playing with her tits and finger-fucking herself on the shower floor, the water became cool and chilly, prompting Melissa to finish up her current and fifth rising orgasm and get out.

(She wound up staying in there for a sixth.)

When Melissa finally left the bathroom and went towards her own bedroom, she felt refreshed once again, had no sexual fatigue what-so-ever, and felt incredibly sexy as she shamelessly strut across the carpet with her huge youthful titties bouncing around every-which-way in the cool air of the hallway.

While she wouldn't necessarily mind just walking around the house naked, Melissa still had to at least have a half-serious conversation with Mike about her appearance, and might as well make herself look somewhat sensible and conservative.

Besides, Gina and Tammy would likely be home soon, and-...

She froze up completely once the door to her room was shut, having forgotten completely about her daughters. How could she possibly face them after what she’d done? How was she going to explain to them that their all-powerful horn-dog of a brother had a device that could alter reality itself? How was she going to convince them to-...

Melissa’s train of thought stopped as her wide-eyed expression fell flat, opening her closet to reveal only a single set of clothing hanging on the rail.

Oh, right.

Mike could just make this all seem normal to them, just like he replaced every possible thing she had to wear with a single fetish costume.

As she stared at the skimpy red-latex bunny suit, Melissa tried to imagine what would be going through her mind if he had made this situation seem like the most natural thing in the world. Part of her was annoyed, another part of her wondering if he'd planned your entire morning with his reality-bending gadget, and a tiny part of her was embarrassed to admit that she couldn't wait to put it on.

"So much for having a serious conversation." Melissa mumbled aloud to herself with a sigh and rolled her eyes as she reached out and pulled the slutty costume off of its hanger.

She promised herself at that moment: No matter what happens, she’ll need to do everything in her power to keep 'Daddy' from turning her daughters into his own personal sluts with his device. Being that she had already submitted her body to him willingly, it shouldn't be too hard to keep that inexperienced young man over control, especially since she was ready and willing to have him stuff her wet pussy with his steely love-cannon whenever the two were alone again.

However, as soon as she briefly imagined what Gina and Tammy would both look like while on their knees and trying to share in sucking on Mike's cock, her heart fluttered with a mix of perverted curiosity and motherly shame. Those thoughts were instantly pushed as far back in her mind as they would go, and she hurried to get that ridiculous bunny suit on her young and ridiculously busty body.

Melissa may have been a terrible mother, but she was still a mother, she repeatedly tried to tell herself.