You awaken, but you're not quite yourself.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was that you were laying on your side and hugging your son's pillow in his bed.

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

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

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

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

You buried your face in the pillow and blushed hard.

You certainly believed it.

Mike may have been your son, and you were a well-adjusted woman with a respectable job, but deep down you knew the truth.

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

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

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

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

Not only were they twice as big as their previous grapefruit size, you reached around and felt that your large and very thick nipples' eraser-head tips were now pierced, as well. It caught you off guard, but you weren't mad.

You just rolled your eyes and sighed. It must've happened sometime during the night, you realized. You were so lost in your incestuous dicking that you probably agreed to it, or was too enveloped in your endless string of orgasms to have any objection, or Mike just went ahead and altered her tits further just because he felt like it. Regardless, you were aware of the change, so that must mean your son is willing to negotiate in regards to dialing their size back down a bit.

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

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

Upon seeing your reflection, you noticed that your breasts weren't the only thing that'd changed when you were in a lust haze.

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

Your hands slammed down on the sink's counter as you leaned in closely to examine your shocked face.

You were definitely younger!

Maybe not as young as your adult children, but you were at least in your late twenties. On both your face and body, the skin was creamy pale and clear of any sorts of blemishes or imperfections. When you leaned back and stood up straight again, barely able to recognize the huge-breasted redhead in the mirror, you began to stretch in ways that should've activated your familiar old-lady body pains, but felt none. Even your back didn't ache in the slightest, knowing that tits of your caliber definitely should be putting some strain on it.

It was almost as if Mike had baptized you into some kind of living sex goddess last night, and while you were having trouble looking away from admiring your new appearance in the mirror, a part of you 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 you were going to have to have a chat with 'Daddy' about changing you with his gadget without your express permission.

But first, of course, you should relieve yourself, and then experiment with your 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 you weren't able to relieve yourself. Or, rather, you didn't need to. Surely you would've at least needed to pee, especially since you had half a bottle of wine last night, but nothing came. That was neat, you thought.

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

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

You wound up staying in there for a sixth.

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

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

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

You froze up completely once the door to your room was shut, having forgotten completely about your daughters. How could you face them after what you've done? How were you going to explain to them that their all-powerful horn-dog of a brother had a device that could alter reality itself? How were you going to convince them to-...

Your train of thought stopped as your wide-eyed expression fell flat, opening your 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 you had to wear with a single fetish costume.

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

"So much for having a serious conversation." You said aloud to yourself with a sigh and rolling your eyes as you reached out and pulled the slutty costume off of its hanger.

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

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

You may be a terrible mother, but you're still a mother, you repeatedly told yourself.