Swapping Chaos

James Baker was surprisingly estatic right now, he just had an epiphany where a voice told him, that he had special powers, powers that envolved swapping "human elements", whatever that meant... That at all didn't made any sort of sense, and it felt like he was having a weird dream, he felt like he was going crazy! The somewhat average teen stood at 5'7" and was cursed with his parents bland brown hair and the most remarkable thing about himself was the fact he had freckles on his face.

The idea that he could change anything undesirable about himself was a touch of grace for someone who stood on the sidelines. He wasn't exactly the guy with desires of grandeur or fame, but now that he had the possibility, it was quite charming. The boy was on a lazy day, not really having anything to do since school was canceled for the week because of a snowstorm.

"I think I am still dreaming... Urgh..."

The boy lugged himself around, not wanting to deal with any of his sisters or his brother. It was to early in the morning to be called runt or to be annoyed by how almost every single one of them did better than him, except his brother of course. That guy was the bottom of the barrel.

"You're awake Jamie! It's a miracle you're up at 8! Had any bad dreams?"

The boy yelped a bit, startled by a familiar voice he never liked to hear early in the morning: his mother's voice. Why? Well... James's mom is an short woman, standing at only 5'3'', but she compensates her size with absurd amounts of energy, positivity and huge "dad vibes". It also doesn't help that she's a looker that grabs all sorts of attentions. The woman lives on a wavelength of her own.

She always had an auburn short hair, framed in tousled waves. She says it makes it unique, followed by her sense of style which can be described as: rich trophy wife, except James family is nowhere near rich and her love of white or cutout dresses never did wonders to hide her figure.

"Uhhhhh... I don't know? I just kind of woke up, feeling a little odd."

"You don't seem feverish. Nor too much yellow, I think you're off to go, mister. But if anything goes wrong, please call mommy."

"Mom... I'm 18!"

"And you're still cute as a button! Some girls like that!"

The boy rolled his eyes at her, realizing that his mother was actually a good potential target, and for the first time in his life, he kind of understood why his friends told that his mom was hot. She was wearing what were plain clothes: a blue vest, a mid thigh length white skirt and those tacky white and grey trainers that James was sure that she got it on a bazaar. But what drew the eye wasn't the clothes, nope, it was how stacked she was.

Her breasts showed signs of aging, but they were still eye catching! After all, she was only 42, and even after having 3 kids, she still had it! Big teardrop shaped mammaries that were bigger than D-cups, but James was never one to inquire or care for that matter, so he didn't know the exact size. Her bottom half was not too far behind, with the curves giving her wider hips that slowed down her walk to a sensual gait, adding even more to the fact that her ass was pushing the skirt out just enough for it to be bigger than average.

After noticing out what he just did, James shook his head and found himself confused, could he really swap himself with his mom? What if his dream wasn't real? What if he just was listening to too much conspiracy theories? What if the mold on his wall was really starting to get to him?

Should he test his powers with his mom? Or... Not?