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Chapter 19 by Wigglesjiggles Wigglesjiggles

What does Johns mother ask?

Has the magic changed his body

"Did the woman say anything about the magic changing the bodies in anyway" John's mother began, "No she said it was just a swapping of souls, why? Is there something wrong with my body?" John replied his brain terrified at the idea that his body had been altered. "Well sort of" Sally began, "while I was showering I noticed that your... well" not quite sure how to word the concerns she had that his cock had shrunk but knowing that she needed to tell him. "your cock" his mother said finally getting to the point "It's really small, like even hard it was tiny, the magic must have shrunk it because... well because your father is so big so surely that's not right"

John's cheeks burned with embarrassment both from his mother discussing his cock size and also from the fact he now had to let her know that this wasn't a magical side effect and he was just that size naturally. John steeled himself for what he was about to say "No I don't think that's from the magic, I was small downstairs before we swapped bodies" John said feeling humiliated by the admission.

"Oh" Sally began shocked at the revelation that her son's small dick wasn't due to magic, seeing her sons face bright red she realised she had embarrassed him and went into full damage control. "Not that it's a bad thing" Sally started wanting to reassure her son "I'm sure some girls prefer the little ones". Sally had meant well but she was never good at hiding what she felt when talking, and John had certainly picked up on it, the way her tone when saying about girls preferring small dicks was laced with disdain, and the way she had subtly emphasized the word "some" made it clear to John that she was not one of those girls. Sally had tried to reassure her son and she had done the best she could, but John didn't feel more reassured. If John was being truly honest he also couldn't blame his mum for being a size queen, his previous 2 nights had proved without a doubt how good a big dick was at getting his mother off.

John gripped the steering wheel just trying to focus on the road and not his feelings of inadequacy, thankfully the moment soon passed and John was parking up by the flea market.

What happens at the Flea market?

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