Your dad forbids her from going back so she storms out and is gone for 3 days.

It took less than three days for things to properly blow up, three very strange days indeed. For one thing, your father remained perpetually silent around your mother, pretty much ignoring her whenever she entered the room and soon finding somewhere else to be instead, clearly seething underneath over what had happened, as well as from seeing her dressed for the first time in her 'new' clothes. It was a weird atmosphere indeed, and it was made all the weirder for you now also, seeing her walking around essentially dressed as a porn star.

Though what she was wearing was far from the most revealing or sexy items Stephanie owned, on her ridiculously proportioned body even clothes that would seem very casual and ordinary on most people looked anything but on her; the blouses she'd taken hugging her ginormous bust incredibly tightly, causing the two basketball sized mounds to push out all the more (the low cut neck holes not helping out all that much either). The jeans were pretty much a similar story, although did cover her lower half far better. The only problem was that these too hugged her legs and ass almost like a second skin, making those two big, round succulent globes appear all the more noticeable when she was around you. On the plus side, she did seem far more comfortable in her own skin now, after that small breakdown at Stephanie's, proper fitting clothes perhaps not seeming like much of a step, but at least allowing her to feel like a normal human again. Or at least she had done up until your dad had appeared home one morning, having seemingly had enough.

"For Christ sake, Jenn! I mean it's bad enough that you went to that...to that...whore's home when I specifically told you not to! But now you're actually dressing like her; you're dressing like that slut!" you're father barked, his voice carrying all the way upstairs to your room, where you'd been sat when you heard him finally lose it, "We've got a young, impressionable girl and two teenage boys in the house! What kind of example are you setting to them?"

"I needed clothes, Paul! You wouldn't take me to get any so what was I supposed to do?"

"You were supposed to be forgetting about that woman! Not wearing her clothes...not taking on her life!"

"I'm not taking on her life, I'm trying to cope with this as best I can," came your mother's reply, her voice soon raising to your father's level, "You think I like walking around with these two helium balloons stuck to my chest? No! Of course not! But that's what I have to deal with and so I'm dealing with it...not hiding away in my study all day like you! So yes, yes I am wearing her clothes, clothes that actually fit so that I can be seen in public again. And if you've got a problem with that, then that's too bad!"

"Oh that's nice. That's nice, isn't it? Here I am trying to help you, and you just throw it all back in my face."

"Help me? What have you done to help me? Nothing! You can barely even look at me now!"

Listening to this, listening to the argument growing ever more heated and your parent's voices growing all the more louder, you couldn't help but feel a very unsettling, sinking sensation in your stomach, having never heard them row quite like this before (being glad that your both your brother and sister were currently out of the house).

"And can you blame me? You look like a God damn freak!" you heard your father's voice suddenly shout back in reply, not holding his emotions back for one second, "That's why I'm trying to get hold of that Doctor, the one who does the reductions. The one who can sort you out and make you look normal again."

"Oh of course. Never mind about helping me deal with suddenly being a completely new person, or worrying about my emotional state! The first thing you can think of is let's get rid of those awful breasts! You really don't care how I'm feeling do you? This is all about how it affects you! How having a wife who's body used to belong to a porn star affects your life, not anyone else's!"

"Oh that's rich. That's really rich coming from the woman who sneaked off to some whore's house with our 18 year old son in tow to go through her perverted clothing collection and God knows what else! You're the one who doesn't seem to care anymore! You're the one who seems to want to act like that slut! Well no more! You're getting rid of all that junk you brought back here and you're not going out to that house again! We're putting it up for sale and that's the end of it!"

There was a brief silence after your dad had said this, a brief uncomfortable silence that him angrily putting his foot down had caused, before your mother's voice started up again, saying in a very clear and concise manner, "I'm not your prisoner, Paul. As much as you'd like to think I am, I'm not. I don't have to do everything you say, when you say it. That house and everything in it belongs to me now," quickly switching in an instant to an equally angry yell, "So quite frankly, YOU CAN JUST GO TO HELL!"

And with that, the front door slammed and you were left with the sound of your father angrily muttering away to himself downstairs, your mother clearly having stormed right out of the house. Jumping quickly from your bed, you peered out your window, and sure enough saw her there, walking quickly away from the house, until she disappeared out of sight at the bottom of the street, leaving you filled with an empty void in your stomach, not knowing where exactly it was she was heading or when exactly she would be back.

You received no insight from your dad, who wouldn't even talk about the fight and simply informed both you and your siblings during dinner that she'd gone out for a while to "clear her head" and that he wasn't sure when exactly she'd be back. You were kind of worried about her, especially after how she'd broken down at Stephanie's and how much she had clearly been trying to convince herself that your dad would "come around" and that things between them would be just fine (which they were definitely not). You supposed she'd most likely gone to Stephanie's, that being about the only place she could go; nobody else, not her former friend's or other relatives knowing who she was now, and as night time arrived you very much wanted to give her a call and make sure she was okay. Unfortunately you didn't have Stephanie's number and it didn't appear to be listed in the phone book either. All you could really do right now you supposed was hope that things worked themselves out quickly and that she would reappear again tomorrow.

There was no sign of her the following morning however, or the day after that, or even the day after that and you were really starting to get anxious. What with her having a new body and basically a new life now, you supposed she could quite easily disappear and never been seen again by any of you. Deep down though you knew this wouldn't happen, you mom loving you way too much for that (as Tabitha kept reminding you all). Still it was hard to get your mind off the thought. Even though her body had been somewhat of a stranger in this house, she was still your mom and her absence felt very strange indeed.

Even the interruption of a visit from Randall and Allison couldn't truly shake the worry that you felt, having planned a week ago to take a day trip to the beach and not being able to wrangle your way out. Though it was kind of fun admittedly, hanging out with both them and a few other of your friends who showed up, as well as splashing around in the surf with Allison dressed in her cute little green bikini (ogling her making a nice change from all the confusing and guilty feelings you experienced hanging around your mom's super hot porn star body).

You supposed the only thing really to do was to go out to Stephanie's house again (if you could remember where exactly it was that is, not having a Sat Nav to guide you), seeing as your dad was acting like he didn't really care and your little brother and sister didn't have a clue what to do, you thought to yourself on the journey home from the beach, barely listening to Allison as she chatted away in your ear, more concerned right now about making sure your mom was okay.