Tom is back

You hear the front door opening.

-Hello?- Comes your old body's voice. The three of you exchange a sly smirk, next you exit his room and descend the stairs.

-Welcome back sweetie.- Your mom says: -We were waiting for you for lunch, are you hungry?-.

He looks you up and down, somewhat intimidated by your compact moving in triangular.

-Ehm, sorry for that. No, I've already eaten something.-.

-Are you sure?- Your mother crosses her arms: -You spent a lot of energy this morning.-.

-Y-Yeah, thanks. About that... families... families usually don't do certain things.-.

Your mom makes an "oh" face of displeasure and emotion, and she walks to him, gently touching his arm.

-Honey, if you truly believe that was a mistake we will respect it. We don't want to push you in this, we... I thought I'd make you happy. I'm sorry.-.

-You did, you did it mom! It's just... it's just wrong.-.

-Wrong?- Tina intervenes with a hint of sadness: -How could it have been wrong if it felt so right? I've never... I've never been so happy as today.- she strokes her shoulder and lowers her eyes: -I thought it applied to you too.-.

Huh, you can hear his heart breaking from here.

-It is... it's not... I mean...-.

-Tina, don't blame your brother. He's just confused, and it's perfectly normal.- Jessica says, then she turns back to him: -Tom, I know this is new and sudden... and maybe even sinful. But we love you and you love us, that's what matters. We just do it differently from other families, but can you really say it's wrong?-.

-I... I don't know.-.

She sketches a consoling smile: -Well, you don't have to decide it now. Only remember, we are here for you, ok?-.

He nods with little conviction, hence she offers her cheek: -Come on, give your mother a kiss.-.

After some hesitation, he complies; it's not the first time, since it's a normal affectionate kiss of a child to his mother, but he probably didn't expect this "common" love any more. You must admit: you're seriously impressed with their recitation, and a bit aroused too.

-Now, darlings, don't forget that you have lessons tomorrow. Shouldn't you suppose to study?-.

"Study?" Naturally: Kim, thereby you now, is attending Economy at college, in particular she's taking courses of Home Economics. You're not sure you want to follow that way anymore, though. Mmh, it's a big deal to handle; but for now, since you've agreed to follow Kim's old role, you'll comply with your mother's remark.

As you are walking up the stairs, you hear your brother calling you.

-What?-.

-About the things I said before... while we were, you know... I'm sorry for that.-.

"Things? Oh... oh, those. Is he still thinking about it?". Honestly it's annoying to see that: come on bro, move on! But it's sweet, you guess. And you're still the same person after all.

-Don't worry, I brought you to that point.- You cut him off, and you retire to your room.

You open your notebook and take the pen, you procrastinated some exercises and today you have to do them. But your hand is trembling and you can't even focus on one of them.

Walking out, getting some air, speaking openly; it didn't help much. Maybe if you had cleared your mind too, but it turned out to be just as difficult. You let out a deep sigh.

-Why do I feel this way? This is what I've always dreamed of.- Perhaps it's just this, you're still in disbelief because it's too good to be true; but you can't help to notice that your mother and your sisters have become... different, too much different from yesterday. And the way your mother dismissed the whole question a minute ago... it's not normal, right? She can't talk about it as a casual topic, it's, it's ****, the most forbidden one!

"They said they've always been like this. Maybe I simply didn't realize it. Or maybe they haven't changed this much.".

You lie down on the back of the chair, raising your restless head to the ceiling; your eyes randomly lay on your console, and you frown.

"Two joysticks? And that's the case of... it can't be! Can it?".

-It can't be, can it?- You groan, adjusting your seat in vain. The discomfort you feel is not due to your chair, but to your horniness. You opened Pandora's box yesterday evening. Fuck, you smashed it open! Now you can't last a few minutes without at least touching yourself, and the way you acted hurt with Tom turns you on even more! What's wrong with Tina's hormones?

You look at the book on your desk. You don't want to read them, you've already studied those things last year! But you want to pretend to be Tina and to do it well. If only there was a way to study and masturbate at the same time...

Three. Two. One.

-Wait. There is! Probably.- You close your eyes and, once again, you're falling from your own vagina, then you are picking up yourself. Mom suggested you use your mouth, but this way is far better: a mini-orgasm against a puke!

You pose yourself on the floor and concentrate. Soon the goo-you is expanding upward and it's assuming a humanoid form; finally, you are looking at yourself, literally! You touch your new body with the old one's finger (actually it takes you some effort to move only one hand), and you find that's it doesn't feel like jelly at all, it's real flesh!

-Cool.- You say with both mouths. Then you try to speak with one per time, in order to pretend a dialogue.

-Hey, you look familiar, do we know each other?-.

-I'm not sure, but I do love your hair! May I touch... not like this-ouch! ...them?-.

-Thanks-ouch!-thanks, your shirt is nice as well!-.

-And you should see what's underneath!-.

You both chuckle, then you practice moving them independently. It's not easier or harder than moving a body and a goo, it's just different: same mechanics to replicate, more difficult to keep the balance of both. You fall once. Twice. Ok, a few times. But eventually, ta-dah!

Five minutes later, you are sitting and studying carefully like a model student, while contemporary you're on your bed shoving your fingers inside your pussy. Surprisingly, you can easily separate the two inputs between your two bodies, even if you feel the stimulus with both of them... it's not easy to explain (Explain? To who? Bah) but it works.

"So much for multitasking! Uhm, I hope this is not against the rules.".

-Fuck the rules!- You exclaim to yourself: -Fuck them, I am more than a stupid rule.-.

You're not even sure what bothers you that much, you just know that you start regretting your decision.

-Here, here is the reason.- You hit the book: -Stupid home management, I hate you! Urgh!-.

You run your hands over your face, breathing deeply.

-Calm down Kim, you're causing yourself a nervous breakdown. You have transcended mankind, an optional course cannot give you so much trouble.-.

Then it hits you: you have transcended mankind, I mean, more than usual; you can surely find a way to overcome this mange.

"Since possessing Kim has given me her memories and knowledge, if I possess someone who has already studied this shit I should be able to pass the exam without opening the book!" The only collateral damage is that you should abandon your current form and become someone else, therefore someone inferior. It's like trading a Ferrari for a tricycle, even if only temporarily. No, let's be fair: two Ferraris.

"I suppose I could possess a person while staying here too. Turning myself into goo... eugh. Or using that trick of Tina. Yeah, seems like the best solution. That airhead is good for something in the end.".

So, instead of copying your notes, you start to write down passable candidates for your next acquisition. You stop for a moment. Isn't this against the rules?

-Well, as I said...-.

-Fuck them!-.

You let yourself fall on the sofa that still smells like sex. Here's another duty for the matriarch of the house! You love your children, now more than ever, but damn, burdens and pleasure really come together!

-Mmm. A mother shouldn't think those things. What if they see me like this?-. But you need a little break: even if you played like the game master, this is heavy for you too. You can definitely give yourself five minutes of relaxation; five or ten at maximum.

You look down at your breasts and you fondle them with a satisfied grin. You later close your eyes and rest your head. Your hands fall on your hips.

"I'll just relax... ten minutes...".

Then you're snoring.