She looked up and down at her transformed son.
Standing there in his trashy outfit with his big fake tits on full display, Jon was terrified at what she would do. Would she suddenly freak out over how he now looked like a busty bimbo? What did happen completely shocked him.
"Hello, Jon. You look nice and slutty tonight. Are you getting ready to go out to find some boys to fuck you?" she asked pleasantly.
"Err, no, mom." a stunned Jon answered, even as he thought "Like, what the fuck's, like, going on here?"
"Oh, why not, dear? I mean I know with how much you need to be fucked, so I'm surprised you're even still here. Aren't you feeling well?" she asked, her voice full of motherly concern.
"Um, I'm, like, fine, mom. But don't you, like, notice something, like, different about me?" Jon said while chewing loudly on his gum.
She looked at him again. "No, I can't say that I do."
"Ah, like, what about these?" Jon said as he pointed to his very big fake breasts. "Aren't you, like, surprised, I got, like, fucking big tits?"
"Now you know Jon, I wasn't very happy when you went to get your implants. I mean what mother wants a son with breasts so much larger than even her own. But I agreed that it would help you pick up the boys you need to fuck that cock hungry pussy of yours. And after all this time, I've finally gotten use to you having them."
Jon just stared at his mother and how she seemed to readily accept that her son was a big busted bimbo slut. He was trying to puzzle out why she was acting like that, but due to his diminished IQ he was having a hard time figuring it out. Besides it had been nearly a half-hour since his last cigaretee, and he needed his nicotene fix. He pulled one out of his purse and lit it. Inhaling deeply he let the smoke into his lungs and began to feel relief. As the nicotene hit his system, he felt his mind clear a little and he recalled the part of Sarah's wish that his parents would accept his looks and behavoir. So it was no wonder she wasn't all freaked out by her son as a buxom cock obsessed tart. The only thing was now he had to try and figure a way out of this mess and he wasn't sure his bimbo brain was up to the task. Besides all he could seem to think about was getting a cock in his pussy, like now. So maybe he should...
