The sexy bodies of me and my lover collided in a fountain of lesbian lovemaking. Our 10 breasts wrestled with each other for space as I pulled Tits in close. My tiny mom was squished between us. Our love was hot. Our love was sweaty. But, my supernatural body kept me fresh and cool.
I could the foot-tall woman squirm around in my cleavage. She crawled and scratched as she struggled for air. Her little, helpless body tickled my boobs in a very pleasing way. Her head emerged from in-between my left-upper-middle and left-lower-middle breast. She pulled herself out and inhaled the free air. My littlest lover tumbled to the ground. Tits and I continued to make out.
Jon's mom mind was a tumult of emotions. Up until a few moments ago, she had been the mother a perfect healthy and normal daughter with 8, big, and bouncy breasts. She had given birth to her. She had named her. She had raised her.
All of that had been turned on its head. The years spent with her daughter 'Boobs' was was all an illusion. In reality, Boobs had always been her son, Jon. Jon had used a magical, wish-granting stone to turn himself into Boobs and cast an illusion over reality itself. The same was true for Tits. Tits had once been a normal girl named Sara. Now, Sara was the sexy Tits with two, humongous breasts with four nipples each.
Then, Tits had careless used the magic of the stone and turned her into a foot-tall parody of herself and twited her heart. She loved Tits. She lusted after her own son. She was helpless toy and she loved it. She hated herself.
Her confused mind was pulling her in 3 separate directions. Each of her histories felt wrong and right at the same time. Nothing was how it should be. If only she could get her hands on that cursed rock. Then, she could start putting things right.
My make-out session with Tits was slowing down. Since our little toy was no longer struggling inside our bountiful and sensative cleavage, our arousal ceased to be self-sustaining. I broke away from Tits. Both of us were panting profusely. My boobs and I where happy.
I heard a light sound of my heavy breathing. It was the high-pitched voice of my doll-like mother. She was struggling to climb up the desk where a had l left the Stone. Not wanting anymore reckless wishing, I sprung into action. I rushed over to the stone. My 8 boobs furiously bouncing as I did so. I grabbed the stone in one hand and my mom's waist in the other.
"Put my down, Jon!" Boobs' mother writhing in her tight grip. "I am your mother and I demand that your give that Stone!!"
"But, you are not my mother," I chuckled at the pathetic toy uselessly writhing in hands. "You are, and always have been the toy for me and my lovers." My eyes wandered to the stone in my other hand. A devious grin crept onto my face. "In fact...." I thought of a new wish in my head.
"I wish that your lower was replaced by a foot-long penis that is always erect and ready to go. Further more, I wish that your penis will become your new identity. You are a toy now, mom. You should learn to act like it."
Boobs placed her broken mother on the desk as her transformation began. Her legs fused together and she fell over. Her leg bones vanished. Her wide hips dispersed its mass around her lower body to form a cylindrical shape that was 2-inches thick. The skin at the end of her body parted to reveal a cockhead. The rest of her lower body became rigid and stiff. Her transformation into a penis with arms, boobs, and a head was complete.
"I.... I am a dildo.... I'm Dildo," Dildo said. Her voice was weak and defeated.
"Yes, you are Dildo," Boobs concurred. She picked Dildo up by the base of her shaft. Dildo squeaked a repressed grunt in response. "Now, it's time to put you to use!"
