Fitting Clothes, Bigger Boobs, and New Equipment

John swallowed as he gazed down at the pink wand on the table, and slowly picked it up after a short moment.

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t scare him some, especially the thought of using it to change himself in any way.

He wasn’t impressive aside from being six-foot-tall, but his figure was lean and healthy, and he was sporting a more-than-respectable eight-inch cock, which was undeniably steely as it was tucked under his thigh.

“I don’t know…?” John asked, his hand trembling. “What should I do?”

“Well, first of all…” Kelly said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to give him a gentle side-hug. “You should relax.”

“Really?” John laughed, turning to look into his mother’s loving eyes. “I’m holding a magic wand that can probably do anything.”

“Exactly!” She giggled, pulling away and turning her chair to the side to face him. “Look, if you’re too scared to change yourself, change something about me.”

“H-Huh?” He asked, dumbfounded and blushing at the view of her curvy form. “What do you mean?”

Kelly shrugged.

“Well, none of my clothes fit me, and my boobs could be a little bigger.” She said, blushing a bit as she glanced down and cupped her big breasts. “And throw something else in there, just for fun.”

John felt light-headed at her response, wondering if she was just excited about the situation or if she was… well, he didn’t know what to think, in truth.

She was the most innocent woman he knew, or so he had always thought up to that point, so maybe she was just oblivious as to what exactly she was asking of her own son?

Yeah, that had to be it, he thought with a weary sigh.

“If you say so.” John said with a bright red face, clearly nervous as he tried his best to think up a rhyme and something else to the wish. Nothing as bad or as evil as something his asshole dad might do, like turn her into an obedient ****, just something that would indulge his own pervy curiosities.

After all, his goofy mom would probably just laugh off what he actually had in mind.

“Your, uh…” He began, swishing the pink wand around in a figure-eight pattern. “Your clothes fit you like a glove, your b-boobs will be as big as the ones you’re thinking of, and…”

John swallowed as his mother stared at him expectantly and with a beaming grin.

“And your equipment down below is exactly like my own…”

Just as John wondered if a loose rhyme would count, the star began to glow, and Kelly let out a familiar gasping moan.

She threw her head back and her hands clenched her swelling breasts as her yellow pajamas shifted around her body. John watched as he tits ballooned outward, growing as big and round as small watermelons while her thin button-up shirt adjusted itself to fit her upper-body perfectly. The legs of her bottoms extended down to her ankles and virtually turned into a pair of yoga pants in regards to how well they shaped themselves around her long legs and bubbly thighs.

John’s eyes were particularly drawn to the rounded mass forming from between said thighs, quickly swelling to the size of a lumpy softball as an exact replica of his cock replaced her pussy and became bunched up in the front of her stretchy pajama pants.

His heart was racing as he set the wand down, waiting for his mom to recover and see how she would react to the changes.