As Eric was progressing on his drive to college he saw a sign on the road: Ikea Furniture Sale. Usually, Eric couldn’t care less about IKEA. However he felt compelled to go.
“Since I’m going to be living in my own place maybe I’ll need some furniture” he thought to himself. So he took the next exit and went to IKEA. He started looking at different couches and rather feminine furniture. He sat down for the next 30 minutes on a couch with a floral design. As he did this, his butt inflated and he began to lose more of his muscle mass.
“Oh I love this couch,” he thought to himself. “Wait, didn’t mom just buy this couch?” Eric now felt scared of the situation he was in. Instead of going to college he found himself taking detours of things his mother would typically do.
“I have to leave, now” Eric thought in hopes things would improve. But, he couldn’t find his car in the parking lot. As he reached for his car keys he realized that they were an exact copy of the minivan his mother owned. Alas, instead of his car was now an exact copy of the minivan.
Concerned, Eric suddenly grabbed at his head as his hair began to grow and change shades...
"What is happening?!" he cried out, hardly concerned if anyone heard him.
He undoubtedly had the keys to the minivan in his hands, and as he looked inside, it was definitely his family's van. But how did this make any sense at all?! He was just driving his sports car! Yet everything inside the minivan looked exactly like the one back home, right down to the tiniest detail. At that, Eric's hands on his head started to itch.
"What the....AHH!" he cried out, pulling at his hair.
Right in front of his eyes, his hair seemed to be growing, and even turning a shade closer to the red the women in your family had, particularly your mother. Heck, his hair was already flowing past his ears and to his neck. Eric whimpered, clearly in distress by this point. He had to be in some weird dream, or nightmare. Perhaps that was more appropriate. He was starting to panic, questioning what was happening. It was in this paniked state that he happened to move his hands around his butt, making him jump and look behind him when he saw that it was bigger....and getting bigger!
"T-This can't be happening!" he cried out, feeling the softness of his growing butt. Even the jeans he wore were beginning to feel tighter.
At once, he jumped inside the minivan, getting himself out of sight at the very least. To say he was alarmed would be a severe understatement. What was happening to him? A very real dream? Somehow it didn't seem like one. He wondered what he should do, and after thinking a bit, he ended up getting out his phone, calling his mom's number since he tended to call her whenever there was an emergency.
"Hello?" Natalie picked up on the other side.
"M-Mom?!" Eric squeaked out. "Um....s-sorry to call but....I think something's wrong with me."
"Oh, sounds like nerves to me," Natalie said caringly. "I know college can seem daunting at times. I got cold feet myself when going myself."
"Y-Yeah but....." Eric stuttered a bit. "I just...feel really strange."
"Just take a deep breath and calm yourself," Natalie advised. "Trust me, a few breaths and you'll feel right as rain. Oh, sorry honey, I gotta get something quick. Love you."
"Love you," Eric meekly replied.
After hanging up, Eric tried doing what she said, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. He wondered if it was working, as his hair appeared to be continually growing, going past his back. He tried to block it out, saying it was all in his head.
"It's just....all in my head..." he said as he started the car. "All in my head."
Eric got the car going, moving out of the store parking lot and back to the main road.
From there on, he tried to keep as calm as possible, not trying to think too hard about what was going on and passing it off as some sort of odd hallucination. Honestly, it seemed to be working, as he was feeling a little better as time went on. Granted, he was still listening to that same classical music as before and didn't seem to be turning it off. As weird as that was, it at least kept his mind occupied as he drove along.
To his relief, he didn't get any other urges as he finally got to the college campus, making his way over to where he could park and check into the dorms. Finally, he could get somewhere today. He parked his car in the parking lot, grabbing his suitcase and other such things from the car as he went to check in. After making sure everything was settled, he began to make his way into the dorms, going up a couple floors.
"Okay.....should be....this one..." he muttered.
Eventually, he got out of the elevator, walking down the hallway. He didn't particularly notice how much bigger his butt was now, just about the size of his mom's which was affecting his hips as well. He was actually walking slightly differently, but didn't notice it at all with hos focused he was.
"And here!" he said as he got to where he was supposed to be. "Wonder if someone else is already here."
On that, he was apparently the first to arrive, which he supposed made sense given how early he decided to settle in. Shrugging, he made himself comfortable, putting his suitcase on his bed and deciding to use the bathroom. Making the short walk over, he flipped the light on, looking into the mirror....which immediately made him pause.
"Whaaaa....." he said.
He finally got a look at his hair, which was now fully red and wavy, an exact look of his mother's. He could only wonder just how bad he was feeling to hallucinate this badly. Hopefully the nerves would subside before classes began.
Eric decided it was time to unpack his things. Maybe then he could relax and get his head on straight. Brushing off the recent occurrences as nothing more than “in his head,” Eric opened his suitcase.
After he put a few of his jackets and pants away, he picked up another one of his shirts. Or...was it one of his shirts? The shirt had a very deep v-neck (something women would wear to show cleavage). Wait...it looked like something his mom would wear. As he picked up this shirt, he saw a few more sets of pink clothing underneath. Those were all clothes his mother wore around the house!
In a panic, Eric looked over at the clothes he knew was his that he had already unpacked and saw them transforming in front of his very eyes! His tennis shoes morphed into a pair of sandals. In fact, those were the sandals his mother always wore! In a panic he reached for his pocket to take out his phone.
“I have to call mom, m-maybe she left these clothes here by accident.” He said shivering of fear praying that this wasn’t actually happening.
As he reached for his phone he realized that it was an exact copy of his mother’s phone (complete with the floral case). As he tried to unlock it to make the phone call, he couldn’t since he didn’t know the password to his mother’s phone. Concerned, Eric took a deep breath and decided that it was best to relax.
Without any footwear of his own left, he put on the copy of his mother’s sandals and took a seat on his bed...
Looking at his feet in the sandals, Eric sighed, putting his face in his hands. Boy he really felt like he was losing it. Maybe he should have brought some kind of medication to help him calm down. He actually had used something like that in the past but thought he was well over it. This was getting out of hand however.
"Ughh......." he groaned to himself.
At that, he happened to look around the dorm. You know, in all honesty, it wasn't really kept up all that well. Was there even dust in here? You'd think they'd maintain the dorms in the interim. It'd be kind of hard to find living here acceptable with so much stuff everywhere.
"Okay....I can keep my mind off things by keeping myself occupied," he nodded.
With that, he jumped off the bed and began tidying things up. The clothes of course needed to go into appropriate places, not laid out all over the ground. And of course there was all that dust and trash lying around. Ugh, whoever was supposed to clean this needed to do a better job. Eric found himself hardly able to withstand the smell of it all. Before long, Eric was actually pretty engrossed in making the dorm look as clean as possible. Heck, maybe whoever his roommate would be would end up shocked, which actually made him a little gleeful.
He was so distracted by it all that he really didn't even realize how much he was actually enjoying it. Putting stuff away actually seemed kind of fun. He even began to wonder if perhaps he should have done this back home.His mom always did get on his case about a dirty room. Perhaps he should have listened. That way he could have actually found stuff.
As he wiped the dust from some of the hardware, he actually began to twirl his long red hair a little, a little quirk of his mom's. He even began to adjust his pants a little, as their pockets had disappeared, becoming super thin on him as they had turned into his mom's yoga pants. Natalie had some pretty big curves, and adjusted her tight pants often as a result. Eric didn't even realize him doing the same, adjusting the pants every now and then as his butt was growing even bigger, now taking on the distinct shape of his mother's butt. Even his hips were beginning to thrust out into her own, shaking a little with each movement.
"Hmm hmm hmm, la la la la..." Eric actually began to hum and sing a little.
That was another sing. Natalie often did that while cleaning.
Soon Eric found himself humming and singing songs his mom usually listened to. This snapped him back to reality as he realized what he was doing. “Wh-What’s going on?? Why is this happening to me??” Eric then looked at his hands and noticed that his female hands with elongated nails looked rather plain. Noticing the bottle of his mother’s favorite teal nail polish, Eric went over and decided to paint them. This is something that his mother did weekly as she kept herself very elegant and her hygiene up.
Suddenly, the door opened and Eric’s roommate walked in. As he did so Eric was bent over cleaning under the sink.
“Hi you must be Eric’s mothe-” his roommate was cutoff when he saw none other than a boy his age when he turned around. Odd though, he had the butt, hair, nails and was wearing the clothes of a middle aged woman.
“Are you my roommate? Sorry for the mess.” Eric said as he clenched his head in a massive headache. All of a sudden, his chest started to expand and his toes began to become dainty. His hips began to slightly curve inward as he let off a smile and said “Oh, my boy must be so lucky to have a nice roommate like you.”
As soon as Eric said this he placed his hands on his mouth in shock as he quickly ran out of the room. As he ran he saw posters on the wall of sports teams now seen alien to him as a hole in his usual interest of baseball began to form in his mind.
At this point, Eric was more panicked than ever. No amount of reassurance was going to help him this time. He was completely and totally freaked, running out of the dorm building and into the parking lot.
"No no no no no no!" he cried out over and over. "This can't be happening!"
As he got right back into the minivan he now had, he was coming to a grim realization. The habits he was picking up, the minivan, and even the physical features were those of someone he’d known his entire life— his own mother! This had long gone past any idea of being a dream. No, it was a nightmare, except it was real. He closed the door and just sat in the driver's seat, whimpering a little at what was happening.
"What is going? Why am I changing?!" he cried out. "I don't want to be like this?!"
He denied it so hard. Being a woman sounded terrible. He liked being himself! Sadly, whatever was going on wasn't listening. He could actually feel his hips curving even more, pushing out to his mother's size, the hips of a woman who had gone through a couple pregnancies, making the cushion of the seat even more pronounced. Eric tried to push down, as if that would deny that.
"No! Stop growing!" he cried out. "You're not real!"
Whatever was going on seemed to be spiking in response. He felt a shock go through his chest, and his nipples began poking through his shirt. Suddenly, he felt a shortness of breath, making him breathe deeper....and deeper.....and deeper.....
And with each breath, his chest continuously pushed out, two distinct balls forming with each breath. As it did so, his shirt even transformed, gaining the same v-neck to expose his growing cleavage. They just grew and grew, approaching Natalie's DD's. As if to add more insult to injury, as he took another deep breath, he felt a little constricting, the sensation of a bra.
"No....." he groaned, before a smile suddenly popped on his face. "Oh I'm so glad these grew out before college. I was such a stick in high school!"
He clamped his hands over his mouth. His tone of voice sounded so much like Natalie.....
