Ever since Garrett got a new game console, you’ve been at his house constantly. You used to come more often but his parent’s fighting became way too much, so you guys ended up hanging out by your place.

Now that they’re divorced, Garrett lives with his dad and stepmom. It’s a lot more peaceful, and Garrett’s dad seems to buy him whatever he wants cuz he’s so happy with Blondie. You never spoke to Garrett’s stepmom, but she’s super hot and sounds like a really cool person.

“Garrett!” A husky feminine voice suddenly interrupts your train of thought, “I need you to help me with the trash, please!”

You turn around and have to stop your jaw from dropping, forgetting about your game and staring down deep cleavage as Blondie leans on the sofa. Garrett just ignores her, continuing to play and easily beating you as his stepmom snaps in his face.

For some reason you blink as she snaps, and when you open your eyes you’re looking at Garrett from behind the couch.

“What??” He exclaims and turns around, a different side of Greg than you’re used to seeing.

You feel a lot lighter, but also like you’re carrying more weight somehow. Your jeans squeeze your hips as your thighs press into the denim, and your chest jiggles even as you stand still. You try not to purse your lips, but find it impossible due to their plumpness.

You can feel your mind slowly getting sucked into a pink vortex, erotic thoughts about Garrett’s dad entering your conscious as you try to you break out of it. Your body acts on autopilot, behaving exactly as Blondie would if you weren’t occupying her body.

“Sweetie, I need your help in the kitch-” Your body pauses for emphasis, annoyed as the boys turn away from you to play their game.

That’s when you’re able to break loose, taking full control of Blondie’s body and smacking your old body on the back of the head. Garrett notices and asks what’s going on, so you smack him in the back of the head too and snap. You hope that another snap would swap you back, but all it does is shake your bosom.

Your old body stares with an obvious wide smile and you wish you could yell at him, but your hopes of switching back deflate, and the surge of strength that helped you control your new body fades with your plan.

You feel a lump or arousal begin to form in your throat as your mind is swirled down into Blondie’s womanhood, your protesting thoughts now just spurring more hormones to release feelings of euphoria.

“Nevermind, sweetie!” You hear via the vibrations through your body, and can feel your hand raise to wave goodbye.

“Ok mom.” Garret replies, not turning around as your body waves seductively to your old body.

Without a word your old body just smiles widely, and you walk away unsure if Blondie’s mind is even in there. Once you’re away from the cute boys your body calms down, allowing you to creep back up and regain control.

Wait, cute??

You suddenly realize there’s no better opportunity, smiling as you slip into the bathroom and pull out Blondie’s phone.

Hope she doesn’t have a password…

The phone unlocks without a moment’s hesitation, your breasts already free from your slutty shirt. It literally took effort to not let your boobies loose, needing to hold your stomach in to prevent the shirt from flipping up over your chest.

You smile when you see a bottle of baby oil on the counter, and rub into your breasts while trying not to moan. It’s a difficult task, but you manage to keep your whimpering ecstasy to a low volume level.

You open the camera app and blush, not ready for such a beautiful face to appear on screen. You lower the phone and giggle, your oiled up titties jiggling as you record yourself acting sexy.

You can’t just send these to your phone now, how are you gonna access these pictures when you swap back?

Are you ever gonna swap back??

No need to worry about that now though, you'll just upload these to some random site and find them later. You can’t help but let out a fun giggle as you lift the phone above your head with one hand, using the other to put your knotted up shirt in your mouth. You wiggle back and forth, smiling and sucking on the shirt seductively as your body shakes.

You haven’t really noticed just how large your ass is till now, even your wide hips straining as the weight of your fat bottom moves from side to side. It jiggles your entire body as you press your breasts together from on top, the resulting arousal feeling so good you can’t stop laughing as you bite into the cotton.

You then hear footsteps pass the open door, but you’re too caught up at your hard nipples and photographing them. Your old body calls for you from the kitchen, but you ignore him completely.

At this point closing the door would alert him to your location, so you just try to keep quiet. You lower the phone in an effort to stay hidden, though you continue to film yourself as footsteps walk past the bathroom again. You silently lick your lips, playing with your boobies and pushing them together in an attempt to look as sexy as possible for the spank bank later.

“Blondie?” Your old voice calls into the bathroom, then your old body walks in cautiously.

You instinctively cover your breasts, quickly locking Blondie’s phone as your old body looks at your half nude one. He seems flustered to have walked in on you, almost like he’s just… you.

“What are you doing??? What did you do to us?? Switch us back! I want my body back!!” You exclaim, hoping to show you’re not gonna fall for whoever’s in your body’s lies.

“I d- I’m- Umm… I really don’t -

I don’t know what you’re talking about, I was just gonna help you with the trash!!” Your body stammers, either acting very well or being sincere.

Perhaps Blondie is an unwilling participant, now lost deep in your old body’s autopilot?

“Get out of there!!!

We need to discuss this later!! We need to-” You scream in your old body’s face, grabbing his collar and ready to slam him into the wall before you suddenly freeze.

That’s when your body’s arousal spikes, and you feel an explosion of ecstasy deep in your womanhood. Your mind is slow to react, and suddenly you’re

 being sucked down the pink vortex of Blondie’s reality.

Your body turns you around, still clutching your old one but with a much… softer touch.

You use both hands to quickly undress your old body, no longer concerned about your exposed breasts. In fact, you feel a stirring wetness in your pussy as your old body stares at your hard nipples. Your curvy body moves with a new grace as you throw your old shirt to the floor, your mouth watering as your hand massages your old body’s growing erection.

“It’s like, so much bigger than my husband’s! I’m lucky Garrett has such large friends!” You giggle, getting down on your knees to unzip the zipper you zipped this morning.

“That looks like fun..” Garrett chuckles, casually walking into the bathroom as you fish your old cock out.

He then hands you a pink sweater, and gives your old body a blue one.

In one hand you hold your sweater, in the other your old manhood. You feel a vein bulge into your palm as the cock in your grasp throbs, your first thought being to squeeze and give one last tug to help your old body finish.

Instead you release the shaft, totally confused as your arm lifts overhead. In that moment you realize what’s about to happen, and try breaking free to stop yourself. It’s not possible though, and you barely manage to grimace Blondie’s face as her fingers snap like they had earlier.

Suddenly you’re on your knees in front of your mom, her body replacing your old one. The cock you wanted to suck on is gone, along with the cum you were hoping to drink. You look up in disappointment, a bit of arousal flaring as you scan the chubby woman. She’s totally nude aside from the blue sweater Garrett had handed your old body, her erect nipples showing through the delicate stitching.

With no blowjob to perform you get up off your knees, somewhat disappointed that you can’t even remember what your old body looks like. As you stand you realize you’re dressed exactly the same as your mom, except in a pink sweater instead of blue.  

“Where’s my son?? Where am I? How did-”

You feel yourself suddenly snap again, and your mom’s worried look turns to sexual hunger. She grabs Garrett and runs to his bedroom, leaving you to run after them at a snail's pace with your giant butt slowing you down.

When you get to the room you see Garrett’s legs spread over your mom’s abdomen, kneeling as his erection rests in her cleavage.

You try to free yourself from the arousal spiral to protest and yell at Garrett, but those snaps didn’t just affect your mom. And now all that trying to take control just drives you deeper in, your mind’s thrashing just helping you sink, like quicksand.

You can’t remember anything before entering the room, now a little embarrassed to have walked in on Garrett and your mom.

Though that doesn’t really make sense… How is Sheila your mom? You’re older than her!

You giggle as your stepson fingers your best friend, becoming jealous as she moans orgasmically and jerks him off. You quickly get next to her, biting your bottom lip and giggling as your breasts bounce free from your sweater.

“Oh fuck!” You exclaim as Sheila points Garrett’s cock in your direction, and you happily let the cum splash onto your boobs.

You even try to get some in your mouth, almost forgetting about your marriage for a brief moment.

“Ohhhh fuck!

O wait, like shit, your dad’s totally gonna-”

My dad won’t care, Blondie. Trust me.

Ever since he met you my powers have become immeasurable, I just need you to snap once in a while and I get temporary godlike powers. I control you, my dad, and Sheila too.

Now go clean up, I don’t want dad to be emasculated by seeing cum in your hair.”

“You’re like, so right, Master!” You respond, not thinking twice as you jump up and run to the shower.

You clean up and dry yourself off, squeezing yourself into a tight little dress as your husband walks into the room.

“You’re getting dressed now? You couldn’t wait a few minutes? He asks, rubbing his crotch with clear intentions.

“Sheila’s here cuz I like, totes invited for dinner cuz she and Garrett have like, the totally biggest crush on each other, and like, I think she’ll like finally have kids like she’s always wanted if they like, hit it off!” You finish babbling, getting aroused at the prospect of being impregnated as you smile and turn toward your husband…

“Maybe they could like, wait a bit though…”

Your husband gives you a confused look as you suck on your finger seductively, his previously pretty normal acting wife is suddenly a total airhead!

“Where did you-” His face suddenly twists out of its confusion, “You’re right, Blondie.”

Your pouting lips curl into a smile as your glassy eyes struggle to focus; and even though deep down you know that Garrett just changed his dad’s mind to suit your new reality, you still cock your head sideways with curiosity.

“Like, right about what, Daddy?” You giggle, not used to being right about anything anymore.

“You said they could wait, and I agree…” He chuckles, gripping your tight dress with his large hands and pulling you close.