More curves and hair color change

Henry examined his mother again. He couldn't get over how amazingly huge her boobs were! However though it was wonderfully erotic in it's own way he did admit that her melon sized tits looked a little imbalanced on her slim figure. Henry thought it would greatly benefit everyone if his mother was just a little more thicker, a little curvier, little more bodacious.

And thus Henry went to work again redrawing his mother's body and reality with it. He gave her a smaller pinched waist paired with thick child bearing hips that flared out dramatically. His mother was lovingly re-sculpted into having the perfect hourglass figure. Henry applied the same principle as he did when he enlarged his mother's breast, better and sexier but not cartoonish and impossible. He would give it an approximate measurement of 36-24-38.

Henry thought about all the hottest women he had ever seen, celebrities, pornstars, Internet models, playboy centerfolds. He took all their hottest traits and applied to his drawing of his new mom.

His mother always possessed a cute pert heart shaped butt. It's sexy in it's own right but Henry did love a big fat booty as much as he liked big breasts. So, he gave his mother a booty that was a mix between genetic blessings and hard work of squatting at the gym. Perfect phat globes to grope and spank, the type men will follow to the ends of the earth. His mother was now officially a Phat Ass White Girl.

His mother's face was already perfect to Henry, absolutely beautiful yet still warmly approachable and motherly. It was a quintessential part of her identity to Henry so he left it the way it is.

Henry regarded the picture he drew as everything he had ever dreamt up in a woman. It did miss one thing though. He always had a thing for redheads. Something about redheads just revved his engines to overdrive. He was obsessed with the actress Christina Hendricks in particular. As he was thinking it suddenly the tip of the pencil switched into the exact shade of red he was thinking of. Henry was surprised but he supposed he shouldn't be what with the insane magic the pencil already displayed.

After Henry colored his mothers, he announced the picture done in his mind. Once again reality bent towards to the shape of Henry's drawing. He watched as his mother's hips and ass expanded while her waist shrank and brunette hair transformed into a vibrant shade of fiery red. Henry was awe-struck as his mother turned into the embodiment of all his wet dreams come to life. He inspected his mother head to toe felt like he would cum just looking at her new lewd hourglass figure.

His mother noticed his perverted gaze and asked "Mr Henry Hunter are you checking out your own mother's body?"

Henry blushed and replied "No."

"Well, I hope not. You know how most men can't stop staring at my body where ever I go. No matter what I wear or where I am, sneaky or not-so sneaky glances, wolf-whistles and crude comments follow. I can't even count the number of times perfect strangers have decided to grope and paw at my body. You know, the other day I even caught these teenage boys following and filming me walking across the street. It's no mystery where their cameras were pointed at." His mother said while she presented her big ass to Henry with a light jiggle. The thong was now swallowed whole by his mother's new fat cheeks.

Henry gulped. The visual feast in front of him was just too much. His mom's new body wasn't just hot. It was SUPER SMOKING HOT!!!

"Has my own son finally succumbed to my feminine charms? Am I now no longer safe in my own home?" She clutched the shirt she was folding tightly against her chest in mock fear. Henry wished he was the shirt.

"Yeah, Mom you better be careful tonight. There's no telling what I'm gonna do." Henry decided to play along in a playful manner.

"I'll be locking the door tonight then. I better get some planks and nails" she replied with a wink.

Again Henry was pleased his relationship with his mother and their usual offbeat banter remained despite her turning into a real live Jessica Rabbit. Though they would never have joked about him not being able to resist and possibly ravish her before this!

Henry examined the pencil in his hand. It appeared to have gotten significantly shorter after he painstakingly redrew his mother's body.

Henry pondered what else he could do with this strange reality-warping pencil. Should he erase her clothes away and finally see the gorgeous hour-glass body of his Mom 2.0 nude or draw his mom in some other outfit. Maybe something naughty or outrageous that she would never normally wear in a billion years. He also hasn't tried drawing his mother "doing" something too. The possibilities were endless.