Mom takes care of you.

After an uncomfortable day at work, at which you didn’t even take lunch because of your swollen butt attracting stares, you head home with an empty stomach. You enter your house in relief and immediately strip naked.

You see Mom watching, cock in hand. “No bucket today,” she giggles. “I got some pants for you to try on.” She gestures to your right and waits.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to…?” You eye her meatpole.

“I didn’t let my imagination run away on me like yesterday. Even though I was imagining your ass in everything I bought. I’m proud of myself!”

“Thanks, Mom,” you resign yourself to a fashion show. Dinner would have to wait.

You pull out obviously feminine garments one after the other. All professional looking, mind you. Your boss is going to have a talk with you after she sees you in these. It tickles you, just a little, to imagine her face and what she would say. Her disapproving glances this week at your more casual, but not messy, attire has been a low point of each day. What would she say when you arrive wearing much, much higher end clothing made for women? This actually looks really expensive, now that you are reading the tags.

“Mom, these are like thousands each! How can you afford this?”

“You think I sit here all day doing nothing? I consult and charge a more than fair rate. I get six figures yearly! I just didn’t have anything to spend it on, besides you. With your scholarships, I didn’t even need to pay for schooling. You bought all your own clothes and cars since you worked from an early age. Now you finally need me to take care of you, and I’m happy to do it! It’s harder today to find the size in the rear that we need, compared to when you were born. Everyone is afraid of having a fat ass. Nothing for men is available and these are all that I could find even for women. Screw the price on the tags! My boy needs me!”

You shrug and pull up a pair of slacks that must be half spandex the way it stretches. They aren’t *completely* form-fitting, but hug your body and cup and lift your butt. “What do you think?” You button the front.

“Those look professional. Want to try on the next one?”

“Sure,” you pull off the first and try on another. Okay, so these aren’t all professional as you thought. They are dark jeans that act like a corset for your butt. It pulls all the flesh into the rear and pushes it out. “Look at that! I can’t wear these into work! The others might be passable, but these are just for showing off!” You hop lightly to make your butt bounce.

“You got me!” Mom giggles infectiously. “There’s only a few for work, the rest are for Mommy!”

“Mom! You are so silly! Now I’m curious…”

“Take a look. I have new underwear for you coming tomorrow…”

You see many that at first glance looked professional, are decidedly not. Aside from the couple pairs of slacks and khakis that merely accentuate, the rest you see are for displaying the goods. The butt on some are transparent when stretched over your big bottom. Others reshape your body to look completely feminine from the waist down. You pull on one of those and watch your legs, hips and butt become not just femininely-shaped, but erotically so.

“I like these,” you project confidently, gauging your mother’s reaction.

“Really? I bought those almost as a joke, wondering how you would feel about a feminine shape. I like them, too…well…I liked everything you tried on so far…”

“It makes me more like my fantasy,” you tell her as you imitate a female walk.

“You want to look like a girl? Don’t think I’ll judge you if you do,” Mom tells you in support. “I mean you like Mommy’s dick and cum and butt play…but you don’t have to be either a girl or a gay man to enjoy that…if you think you are stuck in a hard choice between one or the other.”

She misunderstood. You meant like her, but you are starving and go down on her obviously needy cock. You thrust out your ass and wiggle it. Let’s play along for her benefit and see where this goes.

“You can be my boy or girl, or switch between them when you are in the mood. Do you want to be my girl today?” You nod and sway your hips. “Good girl…drink my cum…” She commands.

“Mmmm…” you coo. You are so hungry you don’t even care what fantasy Mom is on right now. You moan femininely for her benefit.

*****

“…Urrrp…Thanks Mom. For everything.”

You burst the button and zipper on the jeans and are only just now struggling out of them with your oversized belly as big as last night.

“You’re welcome, my…girl?” She asks tentatively.

“Sure Mom, today I’m your girl. Tomorrow we will see…” You smile back at her after you get the pants off again.

“I’ll make sure I prepare in case you feel feminine tomorrow…” Mom winks. “You are carrying that belly well,” Mom adds.

“I’m building up whatever muscles I’m sure. Also learning how to move around and just deal with its size day to day.”

“You are becoming more graceful,” she adds. “Femininity suits you.”

“Good night, Mom.”

You strut upstairs, swaying your hips.