Esther

Esther gazed down at the fleshy objects on the pink silk pillow, intertwined so intimately that which of the two dicks and four balls nestled there belonged to which of her lads. She'd watched the video of both transformations - she'd had secret cameras installed in the lab years ago - but it was still astonishing that these disembodied genitalia used to be her husband and son.

Astonishing and promising.

"Wakey wakey!" she announced, reaching down and plucking up one of the packages. As she gripped it between her thumb and forefinger, it twitched and began to grow. Dropping it into her palm, she watched it squirm and lengthen. She ran her finger along its shaft and it went completely hard.

"And which one are you, now?" she asked, and was answered by silence. "Well, one way to find out, I suppose." She ran he tongue up its length then took it in her mouth, running the tip of her tongue around its glans until it came. She considered its load, then swallowed, popping the phallus out of her mouth and smacking her lips.

"Definitely David," she declared. She held David up to her face, squeezing him to prevent the head of his wilting cock from retreating out of sight. "You and I are going to have to have a long conversation," she said, addressing the head of his cock as if it were his face. "But later," she continued, tossing him aside to flop bonelessly (literally) on the bed, where he bounced and disappeared underneath a throw pillow.

"But what," she said, poking the remaining cock and balls, "is Mommy going to do with her Little Baby Boy?"