You continue onto the bathroom as planned

Chapter by Wassel

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Forgetting about the three men watching you, you quickly hurried down the hallway, somewhat unsure of where exactly you should be heading (having never been in this hospital before as far as you were aware), all the while doing your best to look calm and organized, not wanting anyone else to stop you in your tracks. Inside of course it was a different story, as your eyes frantically darted around, examining all the various signs on the walls in hope of finding some way out, doing your best to ignore all other distractions; the loud clicking of your mother's heels on the floor and the heaving in and out of her large chest being the most obvious ones.

"Oh, thank God for that!" you then thought to yourself as you spotted a large sign indicating to the toilets and quickly made your way towards them, pretty sure nobody would follow after you in there.

Almost instinctively you headed straight for the gents, before stopping yourself at the door, remembering that you were far from a "gentleman" now, and it would look pretty weird your mother going in there. "Shit...guess I've got to use the ladies toilet now." As if posssessing your mom's body wasn't bad enough, now it seemed you had to face another awkward situation; the ladies always having been a mysterious and out of bounds place for a young teenage boy. Still, needs must, and not giving it too much more thought, you pushed open the door and headed inside, letting out another sigh of relief as you finally left the hustle and bustle of the busy ward behind.

The bathroom, thankfully, for the moment was empty, and clinging to the back of the door, your heart still beating a mile a minute, you found yourself staring directly into a wall of mirrors, with your mother's disheveled and frantic looking face glaring right back at you. Even though you had seen your mother's face already when you'd been in bed and inside Mindy, this was the first time you'd seen her while you'd were wearing it, and the startling image almost made you do a double take. There she stood, seemingly frozen against the bathroom door, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open, staring at you with a look of utter horror and disbelief, causing you to let out another little gulp (which she of course mirrored). "Oh God...this..this isn't happening....this can't be...it can't be real..." you feebly mumbled as staggered towards your mom's reflection, your eyes never leaving hers as you grabbed one of the sinks to steady yourself, your legs having weakened considerably beneath you, "...I'm...I'm mom!"

You weren't sure how long you stood there, just staring at your reflection, with every fiber of your being telling you how wrong and impossible this was, afraid to move or do anything, completely paralyzed by your own mind as it seemed to retreat elsewhere, leaving you standing there like a lifeless zombie. Eventually though, standing there just wasn't enough, and almost as if someone else was in control of your body, you felt your mother's right hand move and watched as it made it's way up towards your face, before lightly prodding at the skin, her long, manicured nails pushing against your cheeks, the sensation of which proved it was indeed all too real.

"This is weird, this is really, really weird," you squeaked, hearing your mother's voice again coming from your mouth, though this time actually seeing her say it in the mirror as well, the effect only adding to the overall strangeness. "How the hell is this even possible? How can I possess people bodies?" you then asked yourself, as your hand continued it's exploration of your mom's face, moving across her forehead, before pulling at a few loose strands of her raven hair. This question however, was way too tricky for you to answer on your own, having of couse read the odd story or seen the occasional movies that dealt with such a subject, but being fully aware that that was just fiction and such things weren't scientifically possible. Or at least they used to be, now you weren't so sure. Your hand meanwhile, having finished it's exploration of your mother's long hair, now hovered nervously around her collar, and following it with your eyes, first in the mirror, then down beneath you, you came face to face once again with her large breasts, each mound seemingly doing it's best to escape the confines her partially buttoned up suit jacket and stretching out quite considerably the material of her blouse.

There was no words to describe the sensation of staring down at your mother's breasts, breasts that were now attached to you, breasts that seemed impossibly large, blocking out pretty much all of your view and making Mindy's considerably large pair seem small by comparison. You were of course fully aware that your mother had a large chest, far larger than most women, and being a hormonal 15 year old boy, you were of course obsessed with breasts, big ones in particular. But seeing as she was your mom, the woman you'd grown up with, you could honestly say you'd never really given them much thought, instead lusting after pretty much everyone else's, even if they were nowhere near as big. Now though, you couldn't help but think about them as you stared at each giant globe, a hint of cleavage just visible behind the two open top buttons, lost in somewhat of a trance, and feeling both incredibly embarrassed and hugely curious at the same time (something that you knew you shouldn't be feeling). "Holy shit, this is not right!" you told yourself, snapping your eyes back up to your reflection, trying to shake off your natural curiosities and compose yourself again. Unfortunately that was easier said than done, you were after all a teenage boy inside a mature woman's body, and as of yet hadn't had any proper experience with members of the opposite sex (apart from the odd hug and make out session). And so as weird and as awkward as this was, no longer faced with any outside distractions, you couldn't help but be drawn to the various differences in your new female body as your eyes returned once again to the huge mounds beneath your mother's blouse.