Jon hit the + two more times and watched his sister's legs lengthen, her skirt shorten, her lips plump out and her cleavage grow. It was difficult not to grow an erection as he watched the transformation in the clueless girl.
"Well, I've got homework to do," she said in a breathy voice, while running a pen along her bottom lip, "so if there's nothing else I can help you with..."
"Sorry, I'll leave you to it," Jon said, smiling and walking away from his first creation. His new remote in hand, he walked down the stairs and into the living room where he found his mother vacuuming. Her back to him, the noise of the vacuum masking his approach, Jon decided it was the perfect opportunity for another test. Aiming the remote, he again hit the + button.
His mother's flat, middle-aged behind, immediately began to plump up. It was a small change, but noticeable. As the older woman pushed the vacuum back and forth, she began to sway her behind slightly, as if she was moving to music that only she could hear.
Again, Jon hit the +.
Again her behind grew a bit. Her waist, which had gained a few pounds over the past few years, tightened. The greying mane that normally looked like a bird's nest began to straighten, and adopted a slight sheen. The chore continued, changes unnoticed, just as Jon had wished.
Two more times Jon hit the +.
The sweat pants she wore became translucent and tightened around her legs, her old t-shirt lengthened and became a flower-print dress, ending just above her knees. Her hair lost all its grey and continued to straighten. Inside her clothes Jon could only guess, but by way the dress hung on his mother's body, it seemed that her waist had shrunk a bit more, while her breasts had perked up. On her feet, the slippers she wore grew a 2" heel, transforming into sleek stilettos, something Jon had never seen his mother wear before.
She turned and noticed her son for the first time. Her face, previously riddled with worry lines, was radiant, well made up. It looked to Jon that his mother had lost 15 years of age. While she had a way to go before he would consider her sexy, he definitely would call her beautiful. Her ruby red lips smiled matronly at her son.
"I didn't see you there!" she said, her voice having a sing-song quality he hadn't heard before, but he could easily hear it over the sound of the vacuum, "Are you enjoying watching your mother slave away?"
Jon smiled back. "I just got here. I'm just heading out in a few minutes, so I won't bother you."
She rolled her blue eyes, "Doesn't even offer to help. Typical!" she said with a jocular quality, turning back to her work.
Jon stepped back, intending on leaving his mother as she was, but tripped on the vacuum cord. Arms flailing, he fell slowly backward onto his behind with a thump. It was then that he realized he had been holding the + sign down his entire fall.
The room before him, and its inhabitant, were completely transformed.
The room's carpet was plush, the lighting was dim. Gone was the couch, replaced by a heart-shaped bed. Gone was the television, replaced by a roaring fireplace. The curtains were drawn, there were candles burning on every surface.
His mother no longer held a vacuum. In her hand, she held a long-stemmed red rose. As she gripped the stem, she ran the petals up and down her lingerie clad body, which had also transformed. If he didn't know that his mother had been standing there before he fell, he would have doubted that she was the same woman still standing there.
Large breasts, tiny waist, round ass, all clad in a black bra and panties, both lace. Her legs were encased in black stockings, fasted by a garter belt. On her feet were extremely high heeled shoes. Her hair, auburn, rolled down from her head, over her shoulders, and tickled the top of her now large breasts. Her face, the face of a woman who couldn't be more than eighteen years old, help plump lips, smokey blue eyes that bore into Jon hungrily, and a tongue that was currently licking her white upper teeth.
"Did my big boy take a tumble?" she said, voice dripping with seduction, "Do you have a boo-boo? I think that mommy should kiss it better."
She walked toward him, swaying sexily, every step making Jon's pants feel tighter. As he looked up at his ridiculously hot mother, Jon...
