the true horror of what had befallen her son, now possibly an it. It would take a mirror to tell. The panties were distorted almost as if they had been pulled up onto a dress maker's form.
Gradually, how it seemed to be came to her, and she thought, "If he had been a doll, and you'd put a cardboard cutout up her dress, with cutouts for the legs, and moved it up to the level of the bottom of the bustle, and then poured flesh into he dress to fill all the voids. Then you'd have this"
A quick glance told her there were no nipples on the breasts, just pigmented circles, and the skin was unnaturally flawless, not one mole or freckle to be found from neckline to the, bottom of the"”swelling.
"Jon, I want you to close your eyes and try to be calm. Eliminate all distractions. What happened today that didn't happen any other day, besides this of course?" She gripped her ?sons'? cheeks in her palms and held his its gaze. "You've got to remember what happened differently today. I need to look around down here. You keep you ayes closed and concentrate."
While Jon struggled to control his breathing, his mom got down on her hands and knees and looked up at where her child's thighs should be, and where they should meet. She found that at mid thigh, Jon's legs simply grew concentric folds of skin that hung deeply corrugated in upwardly convex troughs where the fold would permit his legs movement, but at the edge of the flatness there was an easily perceivable corner, and at the back at the extreme of the bustle shaped derriere (no butt crack at all, just a perfectly smooth roundness) there was good six inches of downward facing flatness that was as stiff as bone, and prevent full strides, and this extended in crescent arcs to the front, where it was a downward facing lip about an inch and a half wide. Just like the ladies of old, Jon would have to sit on the edge of chairs, because there was no way he could extend his legs at a ninety degree angle to his body now. The outside surface and flat bottom portions of the flesh bustle appeared to be skin covering unyielding bone.
"Mom, I'm tying to concentrate, but why are you massaging my legs?" Jon crossed his arms emphatically. "And while I'm trying to concentrate, I'm kinda freaking about what's between them. You're looking up my dress, please tell me."
Thank God, she thought, he was so upset by the breasts he doesn't know about this yet.
Grabbing a flashlight from the nightstand, she went back under, on her back. With her face entirely between her offspring's ankles, she turned the light on and saw
