You were a BBW MILF!

Where once you had been lean and angular, you were now soft and round, curves spilling generously in every direction. Your thighs, thick and plush, pressed against each other as you sat up in bewilderment. Your belly, full and warm, rested heavily in your lap, and , perhaps most surprising, breasts, enormous, where none were before, on account of being male!

You swung your legs over the edge of the mattress, the weight of your new body shifting in unfamiliar ways, your hips wider, your center of gravity lower, everything jiggling softly as you moved. Your feet touched the cold floor, and you stood, unsteady, feeling the strange pull of your breasts as they hung heavy from your chest, the brush of your thighs against one another, the way your belly curved outward, soft and pronounced. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror across the room,a woman stared back, full-figured and flushed with confusion, her wide eyes unmistakably your own.

You stood frozen, staring, as the full reality settled over you like a heavy blanket. This wasn't just any woman's body, there was a maturity to it, a fullness that spoke of years and experience, of a woman in her prime rather than youth's slender promise. The face in the mirror, while recognizably yours in its expression of bewildered shock, had softened with age, fine lines at the corners of your eyes, a knowing set to the full lips that hadn't been there before. You looked like someone's mother, someone's attractive, well-kept mother, and the word surfaced unbidden in your mind: MILF. You raised a hand to your face, feeling the unfamiliar smoothness of your cheek, the plush give of your body as you moved, and realized with dawning horror that you hadn't just been transformed into a woman, you'd been transformed into that woman, the one men's eyes lingered on at PTA meetings, the one whose age only made her more desirable.

You hadn't had enough time to take it in, when your bedroom door flew open...