You bump into your two siblings in the hallway

Chapter by thedude1

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You walk quickly through the hallway, trying not to be too distracted by the sway and jiggle of your mother’s body. You struggle to get your mind around the fact that the last few minutes had seen you go from a 15-year-old boy to a chubby, 20-something nurse to a full-bodied 45-year-old woman, your own mother no less. As you walked through the hallway, you were faced with yet another surprise. “Martha Martha Martha!” you hear, startling you. You quickly glance up and try to figure out who’s calling for your mom. Looking down the hall a bit, you see a small group of people. Two of them were your siblings—Tommy and Brooklyn. A third child was with them—little Hannah Wilson. She was the neighbor’s six-year-old daughter. The little girl had a pink dress adorned with flowers and butterflies; she had red hair and a wonderful smile. She spent a bunch of time at the Jenson household hanging out with your family, staying for dinner, accompanying the family on picnics, etc. Your mom had known Hannah’s family for many years. The fourth person approaching you was Rebecca Wilson, Hannah’s mom. Rebecca was about 35. She had long, curly red hair and a wonderful body. She had wide hips, a narrow waist, and a big, cushy ass. Whenever she came over to your house for dinner or something, you did all you could to get a look at her wonderfully bouncy chest. Every time she bent down to pick something up, your gaze took a wonderful excursion down her shirt. You thought she might even have caught you looking at her a couple times, but you weren’t sure.

Hannah broke from the pack and ran up to you as fast as her short little legs could carry her. “Martha Martha!” she yelled as she ran up and just jumped at you, trying to wrap her scrawny little arms and legs around your mother’s full body. This was a bit of trauma for you, as her weight (small though she was) put you off-balance inside a body to which you were already new. You hunched over a bit, struggling to stay upright while also holding on to Hannah. Eventually you got your arms around her and straightened up, holding her close to you as if she were your own child. You held Hannah’s tiny body against you, an odd feeling given that she basically squished boobs you were still getting used to.

“Hannah, calm down; Martha’s had a bad day, and that was rude,” Rebecca said, admonishing her daughter as you held her. Rebecca then turns to you as your brother and sister (or perhaps son and daughter now?) look on. “I’m sorry about her,” Rebecca says, referring to Hannah, “all the children wanted to come as soon as we heard…is Josh all right?” she asks with a worried expression. “He’s….ahhh….he’s stable,” you answer, “his room is just down the hall there,” you say, pointing to it. You lower your voice a little bit and say to Rebecca, “I’m just off to the restroom; go on in to see him if you like.” Rebecca and your brother and sister move to leave and then Hannah, her head resting on your shoulder, puts her hands around her mouth and leans to your ear like she’s telling a grand secret. “I have to go potty too, Martha; will you take me?” she asks in a whisper that is louder than she planned. Rebecca just smiles and shakes her head a bit, patting her daughter on the back. “Will you please take her, Martha, while we go in and see Josh?” You pause for a moment, not planning to have someone in the restroom with you. “Sure, go ahead,” you saw with a smile, continuing on toward the restroom, holding Hannah in your arms, while the others head to your room.

You reach the restroom and push the door open. Hearing no one else there, you bend over and set Hannah down. “Go ahead and go potty dear,” you say to her. “Okay!” she says as she runs off into one of the stalls. “All right,” you think to yourself as you walk pensively to a mirror to examine your new body. It’s odd to see your mother’s face staring back at you, and you reach up with her manicured nails and poke and prod her face, twisting it into odd configurations. “This is weird,” you marvel quietly to yourself. Your hands next move to your belly, encases in a wonderful white blouse. You massage your belly, hips, and ass; they’re not fat, but three kids and your mom’s advancing years have made them….full and jiggly. You give yourself a good slap on the ass. Your hands then move back up to the massive mounds hanging off your chest. You cup and caress them, turning sideways in the mirror to get a sense of their size. “My god, these are huge,” you say as you examine your bouncy chest.

1) Rebecca suddenly comes in.

2) A patient enters to do some business.

3) Interrupted….