Tone his body, make it regal, levitate him, here, spread eagle!

“Tone his body, make it regal, levitate him, here, spread eagle!”

“Ow, hey!” I cried out, more surprised than anything else, really. I lifted from the ground the instant she said the words, and being pulled up into the air gives you a little shock until you realize you’re being held up by nothing at all.

She clapped her hands as she watched me float into the air, grinning as I felt something seem to take hold of my limbs. It wasn’t exactly that something grabbed me by the wrists or ankles, but I could feel my limbs being pulled out. When my legs began straining against my pants around my ankles, the **** separating them relented just long enough for my pants to pull themselves off entirely.

“Consider this a stripping spell; let’s help you lose your shirt as well.”

I barely saw the glow of the wand before my shirt flew up in my face, and it seemed to struggle to get off of me until my arms moved skyward on their own, allowing it to sail off of me. I was about to protest again when I saw the effect of the rest of the spell she cast before…tone his body, make it regal.

“H-holy shit, my chest!” I said.

“Wow…now that’s an improvement!” Mom said, licking her lips as she looked me up and down, clearly happy with her work. “Mommy’s little boy is all grown up now, isn’t he?” I can’t begin to explain the look in her eyes. It incited something between excitement and terror in me. I couldn’t help the way my body was reacting to her; some part of me was desperately trying to remind me that this was my mother, even if the many changes she made to herself made her seem like a new person. Even if my mind wasn’t fooled, my body was reacting and I couldn’t help it.

“Mom, you’ve…kinda proven your point, right?” I was hovering in the middle of our living room now, dressed in nothing but my socks and my underwear—and even my briefs were pulled down to expose my cock. “I mean, we know it works!” I said nervously as she ran her hand over my new-and-improved pecs.

“Now that we know it works, all the more reason to use it to its maximum potential!” Mom said. “Aren’t you happy with Mommy’s upgrade, dear? You did ask me to fix you…”

“No, listen—that’s great. I just think that you should be careful, because—”

“Because it could get very addictive very fast, and we don’t know if there are any side effects!”

“Exactly! Exactly,” I say, relieved that it sounds like she’s willing to listen to reason. It doesn’t exactly translate to her dressing me or putting me down, though, much to my chagrin.

“My stunning son before me may be wise to fear my hex, but any spell I speak shall have no awful side effects.” She beams a grin in front of me, clearly pleased with her own risk mitigation. “There, you see!? It glowed,” she said, holding out the wand.

“You just said no awful side effects,” I told her.

“Right, so any side effects that might happen will be welcome developments!” She bubbles. “Would you stop worrying?” She gave me another up and down, and the thought of her looking at my body that way only brought my thoughts back to her own modifications. “Oooh, you were staring at these, weren’t you?” She asked, reaching her hands under her mounds and hoisting them into the air, pushing them together beneath her shirt.

“It’s all…a little overwhelming,” I told her, looking up at my arms. They were held in place by invisible nothingness, just like my legs. She was being nicer, at least—and she fixed my dick…but I was also totally at her mercy. I had to proceed carefully.

“I bet I know a good way to relieve a little stress,” She said, grinning as she reached for my cock.

“Mom!? No!” I shouted, reacting to feeling her silky fingers wrap around my shaft. My dick reacted by pumping itself up, of course—easily 7 inches now.

“Darling, it’s understandable for your inhibitions to say no, but look what your new improved friend says!” She stroked my cock, and it swelled again, regardless of the familiarity of the hand gripping it. Watching her lick her augmented, puffy pink lips didn’t help.

“Mom, mom—let’s think about this, okay? You have a wand that can literally give you anything you want. Like, any celebrity, someone out of your fantasies, whatever you want!” She grinned at me again, her eyes lighting up as if she’d reached some unbelievable breakthrough.

“Oh my god, John, I know! Isn’t it wonderful?! You and I can explore this without having to worry about any consequences!” She hadn’t taken my bait at all. Instead, she assumed I was coming around to her side of thinking: that she could literally do whatever she wanted without any downside!

“Well, yeah…” I frowned. “I mean, that’s true, but—” She looked up at me again, pouting when she noticed the change in my face.

“John, what’s wrong now?” She whined. “This beautiful piece is just nudging over a perfect eight inches at full-mast, you’re every bit as beautiful as your new magic mommy, and she can give you everything else you’ve ever wanted with a clever rhyme,” She said. “Can’t you just be happy for us?”

“Well, it’s just…that’s all great, okay? Don’t let me get in your way. But…you’re my mom,” I told her, looking down at my engorged cock.

It really was something, too. She let it go, and it was standing on its own, straight out in front of me and slightly upturned. She smirked at me, shrugging a little as her face turned red.

“Oh, John…I’m sorry. But, like I said, without any consequences we don’t have to worry about—”

“Listen! You’re…hot. Really, really hot, okay? But you’re still my mom and that’s still your hand.” I was pleading with her now. She seemed to consider my request for a little longer than I would have liked.

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