As Sameer’s mother bid him adieu for her and his father’s anniversary trip to the Maldives (that he himself had won for them), the boy immediately went into action. He dashed up to his parents’ room and into their closet, taking out an old dusty box. Opening it up, he took out an old saree. His fingernails turned pink with polish as he lifted it up.
FormFitters were not very popular due to many things such as the enabling of identity theft, use for blackmail, the company’s rather shady dealings and the malfunctioning quirks of their product. As such, Sameer’s parents had forbade him from every trying to get one. What they didn’t know, however, was that he had tried on his friend’s, accidently getting infected with its nanomachines. Now, like many other FormFitter-infected, his own body would transform to fit whatever fabric he came into contact with.
He kept to himself most of the time. His own clothes were more than enough to keep him stable, and he made sure to buy new ones perfectly fitting him. However, whenever his parents would disappear on their trips, he decided he would have a little fun.
The specific clothes in his hands were some of his mother’s old ones. She was always a looker, but it was when he looked at old pictures of her that Sameer realized how lucky his dad had been. Considering she hadn’t worn these in years, now might be a good chance to show them off once again.
Taking off his own clothes, he slipped the saree on. While his torso shrunk down to size, he fished the blue panties out and slid it over his legs. Soon, as he fastened it around his waist, his body hair started to shrivel away, leaving him with smooth, flawless skin. Fat began to move underneath his skin, collecting near his chest as his arms became dainty and feminine. As two lumps formed around his nipples, he had took out two earrings. Holding them up to his ears, they shifted around before forming piercings that they fit right into. His face began to feminize, growing older and more mature while he fastened on a necklace. His hair began to grow out into luscious wavy locks, adopting a black stream similar to his mother’s in her old picture. As his pillowy lips formed, he let out a few hums, each growing higher and higher in tone until it matched an older woman’s. By now, his chest had grown a little, but two sudden surges caused his new breasts to balloon out, filling his top until it started to stretch out. Fondling his new assets, the surges of fat started to head down south, pumping his burgeoning thighs and ass. Quickly slipping on a pair of heels, his now dainty legs contributed a bit more. Soon, his plump thighs were stretching out . As the last bits of his manhood left, he let out a moan, cementing herself as an adult woman.
Looking into the mirror, Sameer admired his younger mother’s reflection. Even the slightest movement made her jiggle, an almost orgasmic feeling to her. He was sure everybody at school would love to take a crack at her ass.
Why would she have to deal with kids though? She was an adult. They didn’t have to fulfill the wishes of a bunch of horny teens. No, they spent their time making the most of their lives, and if they were lucky, the most of their bodies too. This was what Sameer had in mind as she prepared herself for a long, long night of clubbing and partying
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