Jon swiveled to reach for the toaster, the freshly devoured pear discarded on the counter. Jon immediately noticed when we shifted his pelvis there was a significant amount of movement from his body. Jon looked down, his jeans were stretched likely beyond their maximum. As if the confirm his thought they began to split, flesh spilled out of the tares.
Jon looked to his mother who hadn't seemed to notice anything and then quickly ran towards the bathroom. Each step painful with the constriction from his too small pants. Jon began to undo the buttons and zipper but there was little relief.
Jon surveyed his situation. Same Jon as he woke up as this morning. Except, from his ribcage to his knees his body had been replaced with a much more feminine form.
His waist now gently sloped in before dramatically flaring out into a wide set of hips. To say he had dat ass now would be an understatement. Wide round hips spread out and were supported by a continental shelf of an ass, all held tightly within Jon's torn pants.
His now thicker thighs then formed slowly back to his old scrawny knobby knees. Luscious creamy flesh could be seen. Jon could feel his already over taxed jeans begin to shift as he could feel an erection forming. Jon rushed to pull the ruined pants from his legs. His boxers underneath were equally assaulted, though were generally looser so were able to better accomadate his womanly derriere.
Jon was confused, he knew he should be excited seeing this kind of ass, Jon wasn't usually overly concerned about the bottom end of a woman, usually prefering a more generous top. Even he would have forgiven a woman with these hips. His other issues was that they were attached to him.
"Jon you'll be late for school, get a move on." Jon's mother yelled.
"Shit, I've got to get to the stone." Jon whispered.
Jon opened the door, his mother was standing outside the bathroom.
"I think you may be needing these," Jon's mother said. Passing him a bundle of fabric. "You're not getting out of your studies this easily." she said while Jon started dumbfounded. "We'll get your more sorted out this evening, for now this will do. I better not be late because you were tempted into eating that pear."
"Wait, the pear? what are you talking about." Jon said, grabbing the fabric, which revealed itself to be a skirt. "You said to eat some fruit, so I did."
"Jon sweety, don't play dumb, you know you've got to be careful, some fruit reacts differently to people, lets just hope this isn't a permanent change for you. You know pears don't agree with you."
Jon didn't but nodded anyways. The skirt was tight but fit better then his jeans did. What was this about permanent? What was going on, Jon's mother passed him his backpack and started shooing him towards the door.
"Make sure you're ready to go when I get home, we'll be heading out as soon as I can get back. This is going to be fun, we haven't had a fruit change since, Zoe had a bad reaction to some cantelope.
