Wandering in a field of existential crisis.

Just as you finished licking yourself clean, Mike plopped his bare butt down on the opposite end of the couch from which you were sitting. You turned to see that he was still grinning like an idiot and stroking his prick until it was fully erect again, drinking in the sights of your fit slender body and giant fake tits. You sighed and crossed your bubbly legs, then gave him a stern look.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Mike froze, his expression flashing into one of nervous fear.

"What?"

"Are you seriously not going to clean that up?" You ask, pointing to the spot on the carpet next to the kitchen entryway where his cum was soaking into.

He looked over to where she was pointing, back to her, and then smiled as he let go of his cock and slid out the keyboard to the device already in his other hand.

"Oh, that." Mike snickered, his fingers typing away with his messy brown hair hanging in front of his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm on it... And, done."

You gave him a look, then turned to where his cumstain was on the carpet. Where a gooey web of white spunk used to lay was now gone, from what you could see. Startled and confused, you instinctively stood up to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you. Your massive firm breasts wobbled around on your torso with each step you took, and they shook around when you took one foot and rubbed it against the dry spot of carpet.

Turning back to Mike, you see him laugh.

"Told ya'."

"How did you do that?" You ask, both amazed and annoyed by your son's cocky expression. "I know for a fact that you came right here, I saw you do it!"

"With this." He said, holding up the device he's been fiddling with. "From what I can tell, this thing rewrites reality in any way I want."

... At this point, you weren't sure which of you were going insane.

"I don't understand."

"I don't either, really. But it's really cool!" He laughed, then began typing into it. "By default, it makes it so that I'm the only one who notices anything that changes. But I can also do it in a way that lets other people in on the action. Here, watch this."

As soon as he finished speaking, your heart thumped hard in your chest and you involuntarily took in a deep gasping breath.

Your emotions were all over the place as two sets of memories now danced around within your mind.

With wide eyes, you looked down at your feet-obscuring breasts and were only half-familiar with them. You clearly remembered having work done to them for the past few years, gradually getting bigger and bigger implants as the years went on until you finally had the perfect set of sweater-stretchers for others to lustfully leer at. Another part of you was disgusted by them, unable to wrap half of your brain around why you ever wanted any of that. These things were just ridiculous!

Turning towards a sizable mirror not too far away along the wall, your jaw dropped. The rest of your attractive figure was the same as usual, but your massive tits made you look like a living fetish doll. Not only that, but you were naked! You rushed to try and cover yourself up, but all you did was hide your hairless pussy with one hand while you reached around with the other to cover your thick wide nipples with its palm and the arm it belonged to. Nothing about her lewd body could truly be hidden, and the part of you that artificially remembered your family's life choice to be shameful nudists (who were totally comfortable with masturbating in front of each other) actually felt uncomfortable that you were trying to cover up in the first place.

You spun around to face Mike, who was kicked back in his seat on the couch and watching you with lusty curiosity and hard dick twitching between his skinny legs.

"Cool, right?" He chuckled.

"Cool?!" You roared, storming over to him as the weight of your half-familiar breasts caused you to stumble around. "I-I look like a-... I look like a freak, Mike! Change me back to normal right now!"

Mike looked up into your barely-concealed breasts as you stood over him and shouted with your hands still masking your intimates. He was silent and pondering something behind his wide brown eyes and startled expression for a long moment, while you could only feel your face getting redder from a mix of shame, fear, and anger. You glance at the device in his hands and ponder snatching such an awful and powerful thing out of his hands, but just before the impulse to do so had fully surfaced, Mike chuckled and looked down.

"Alright." He said with a calm shrug and an apologetic expression, then looked down and began typing. "Sorry mom, I didn't think you'd get so mad about it."

"I-... W-Wait, really?" Pleading words were about to leave your lips, but you quickly realized that your pervert of a son had actually agreed to your demands. Was he being serious? Or was he just lying to appease you long enough to turn you back into a free-love bimbo? Mike was your son, and deep down you knew that he loved you enough not to keep you this way. Surely the dumb teen that was riddled with hormones just saw this as some outrageously immature prank, and your reaction may have helped him understand the severity of his actions.

"Yeah." He said. "I thought it would've gotten a laugh out of you, but now I don't really know what I was thinking anymore."

As he finished speaking, you felt the world itself turn upside down in an instant.

The manufactured memories of your surgeries and fake-breasted teasing of others dissolved into nothing, completely forgotten about. You were suddenly wearing your old gray T-shirt and black yoga pants again, and your feet were completely visible when you looked down past your covered B-cup breasts. Mike now had his dirty old clothes on as well, and he was looking up into your astonished face with a polite and happy smile.

"M-Mike! I-... I'm me again!" You say with triumph and relief, jumping back and enjoying the familiar feelings of wearing clothes and not having back-breaking tits.

"Duh." Mike chuckled, sliding the device into the pocket of his dark-blue sweatpants. "I'll be the first to admit that I'm kind of a creep, but I'm not a monster. Besides, now that you know you can trust me, I'm guessing that you won't try to take away my new favorite toy, right?"

You blinked, standing there as a growing sense of unease return.

Sure, Mike turned you back to normal, but he was still in possession of something that could cause some serious trouble in anyone's hands!

"I, uh..." You said, at a loss for words. "I do trust you, especially now, and I love you dearly..."

"... But?"

You blushed, then cleared your throat. "But... I think it'd be best if you got rid of that thing, or broke it altogether."

"Hmm... No, I don't think so." Mike confidently stated as he crossed his arms. "As the certified king of pranks and mischief, it'd be a crime to my core principles if I did anything like that."

"Mikey..." You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you hadn't really expected that suggestion would work to begin with. "I know I'm really not in a position to say anything, and like I said, I do trust you, but-"

"Relax, mom." He said, standing up from the couch. "I'm just gonna' go to my room, magically wish up a buffet of fast food, and then play some video games until I pass out. There's nothing to worry about."

Mike smiled and walked off to his room without another word after that, and you were left standing in the middle of the living room alone, your mind spinning with all sorts of existential questions and worries.

"Goddamn it, Mike." You mumbled to yourself, then walked off towards the kitchen to do some dishes, something that was good for your mind off of things. "Please don't do anything like that again..."

The afternoon progressed... rather normally.

You finished going through the mail, did the dishes, vacuumed the living room, made yourself a light lunch, and then hopped back onto your laptop as you occasionally switched between checking social media and watching TV.

Even the Narrator was surprised. They weren't mentioning how things were subtly changing into crazy perverted stuff and actions to hint that Mike was up to no good in his room, mainly because no such things were taking place. No, really. A relatively normal afternoon followed the situation between you and your perverted son, who could now do literally anything imaginable, or in your case, unimaginable.

Before then, you wouldn't have ever been able to imagine yourself with giant fake breasts and comfortably masturbating in front of your son like that, and while the memories of your artificial life had vanished completely, you now remembered the moment your clothes disappeared from your body, and the moment when your boring chest became an object of desire and lust.

In fact, that's all you could seem to be thinking about once you finally relaxed on the couch. Each time your eyes glanced down at the computer in your lap, all you could do was think about what the view would look like if two wobbling plastic masses were in the way. You even remembered how they felt like giant round gummy-bears when you had squeezed one of them, and especially how amazing your orgasm felt with the kind of sexual confidence they gave you.

Eventually, you went off into the privacy of the bathroom and stripped down into nothing before turning on the shower. Instead of getting inside, you sat down on the closed toilet and tried to mimic what you'd done before, slowly running your gentle fingers between the folds of your wet pussy, moving on to slipping in your index and middle fingers, and soon you were gasping as the pace increased, pumping them in and out of your sex, rubbing your clit with the other hand, and biting down on your lip as you tried to stifle the moans that wanted to escape your lips.

It was actually more convenient, and just as pleasurable, to do this without two massive breasts bolted onto your chest. However, and as much as you hated to admit it, the weighty feeling of them rocking around was missed, but it wasn't necessary in order to give yourself an orgasm nearly as powerful as the one from earlier.

You leaned back against the porcelain tank breathing heavily, your hands trembling and covered with your juices once more. Before, you'd never have done something so dirty as to lick yourself clean, but now that you've done it, you decided to try it again with your current mindset. While the taste wasn't necessarily thrilling, the act of doing it was strangely pleasurable. By the time you were done, you glanced around the bathroom and blinked several times. You felt good, relieved, and for the first time in a very long time, satisfied.

While you weren't going to easily forgive Mike for what he did to you, a part of you was embarrassed but grateful for reminding you what it was like to feel sexy again, what it was like to relax and take care of your needs. Then, you began to feel gross as you remembered how he was leering at you and pleasuring himself, and the shower that'd been running cold water suddenly seemed like an ideal place to be. So much was happening so fast, and you weren't sure at all how you felt about Mike having the kinds of powers he now possessed.

The best thing to do now would be to wait and see what happens next.

And, if you tread carefully, you might be able to work up the resolve to ask him if he'll do something about your tiny tits.