Kelly Explains, Carrie Gets Handsy

“Because my husband is deranged, I think it’s best if only John and I will notice what the wand has changed.”

Damn it, Kelly mentally scolded herself as she plopped her round butt right next to where Carrie sat on the edge of her bed, once again dressed in her skin-tight set of yellow pajamas with the wand in hand.

She said “changed”, as in past-tense.

Which meant that people wouldn’t notice that she was young and tall instead of old and short, but they would definitely notice her new cock and giant tits considering those wishes were made afterwards.

Kelly sighed with an uncomfortable mix of frustration and embarrassment, then awkwardly explained everything that happened in the last hour or so.

She talked about finding the package containing the wand, about how she opened it up and tested it out as a joke and finding that it was real, about how she wished herself to be young and hot, about how she tried to make it so that nobody would notice what she changed with the wand, and how she fudged up the wording.

Kelly never once mentioned John being there, claiming that he was already asleep on the couch by the time she found the package at the beginning of her story.

She then stuttered a bit and blushed profusely as she spun a yarn about how she wanted to see what it was like to have massive sweater-melons and a big ol’ baby-maker, emphasizing the point by giving her tits a quick and playful squeeze.

Kelly said she did it as a funny experiment, but decided that she liked the changes after-the-fact.

“And then I, uh…” She began, looking down at her expansive and creamy cleavage with a goofy smile and a ruby-red face. “I wanted to play around with my new body, so I used the wand to make these little guys appear and help me… feel it out.”

The floating white hands waved at Carrie from above Kelly’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry, they’re friendly.” Kelly giggled, then became nervous again as she noticed that her daughter’s wide-eyed and grim expression hasn’t changed in the slightest since interrupting her mother’s shower, a face she’d never seen Carrie make before. “I-I know this is a lot to take in, but don’t worry, I-“

Without warning, Carrie had looked down and placed a hand on the twitching log of meat bulging down one leg of her pajama bottoms, causing Kelly to gasp in surprise.

“It’s so big...” Carrie said in a whisper, squeezing her thick shaft tightly over the fabric. “Can I touch it?”

Kelly leaned back a bit, her body trembling at her daughter’s forceful touch.

“Y-You already are, sweetie…”

“Oh, yeah.” She said, then looked back up into her mom’s eyes with the widest grin she’d ever made. “Sorry, I just can’t help myself.”

“N-No, it’s alright.” Kelly said, sighing as a smile appeared on her own beautiful face when Carrie began stroking its length. “I suppose it’s only natural to be curious…”

Kelly had always seen Carrie as a sweet and mild-mannered girl, so she was more shocked at what was happening than anything else.

In the shower, Kelly had been fantasizing about what sorts of kinky things that she and John might do after he woke up in the morning, but she intended to leave her seemingly innocent daughter (and shitty husband) out of the potential fun.

What a terrible mother she was, Kelly thought to herself as her huge and very full balls ached for release between her soft and plump thighs.

Before Kelly was tall, she stood a few inches shorter than her nineteen-year-old daughter, but now her youngest offspring just looked so small and cute as they sat next to each other, a ripe little plaything for Kelly to take out her pent-up sexual frustrations on.

All sorts of indecent and taboo thoughts began circulating through her mind as they silently stared into each other’s eyes, and without a word, Carrie leaned up and locked lips with her hot, busty, and rock-hard mom.