Jon woke up with a start in the morning, long strands on brown hair covering his field of view. The recent events lay fresh in his mind, and he was in no mood to discover any new changes. Jon slowly sat up onto the edge of the bed and stood on his feet. Immediately, he experienced a feeling of wooziness. Looking down, Jon nearly shrieked at the sight of his mother's feet, attached to his legs! Even the nails were painted a bright red, although slightly damaged as if they hadn't been repainted in a few days.
Realizing he had to take a piss, Jon raced to the bathroom and opened the door.
"Whoa Jon, knock next time will ya!?" Zoe said, sitting on the toilet. Jon screamed aloud and quickly excused himself from the bathroom.
"Hey Jon, you can borrow my shampoo again since you ran out," Zoe said while Jon closed the door.
After calming down and finding a towel to wrap around himself, Jon realized that Zoe made no mention of his new hair or physique. Perhaps she was just as shocked and didn't even notice it herself.
This time, making sure the coast was clear, Jon quietly entered the bathroom. The moisture was still evident from his sister's shower. He thoroughly scanned over his body in the bathroom mirror from top to bottom. His hair remained, although in a tangled mess that he had no idea how to fix. His nipples may have been puffier, but he convinced himself that he could be just paranoid about the smallest of details. Looking further, Jon's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he noticed his hips! They had grown significantly overnight. These were the hips accompanying three childbirths. Turning to look at the profile, he saw that his ass stuck out significantly. Jon sighed at the slight jiggling of the quick turn. How was he going to hide this from his siblings or anyone else?
Jon climbed in for his morning shower, desperately avoiding touching his new feminine backside. After a few minutes of lathering up, he realized he had forgotten his shampoo, but noticed Zoe's shampoo next to the tub. Rather than getting out of the shower, he figured using Zoe's shampoo would be no big deal.
After the shower, Jon opened his underwear drawer.
"Shit," he muttered. His boxers and briefs had been fully transformed into panties. Many colors and styles lay scattered about, including a few thongs. The idea of wearing panties was not appealing, but underwear was better than no underwear. Hastily, he grabbed a simple white pair of panties and pulled them up his legs. He shuddered when they fully reached over his new ass. The tightness over his butt only reinforced his changes. The panties tightly grabbed his privates, as they were certainly not made for the extra baggage. Looking in the closet, Jon quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and began pulling them up, only to realize he couldn't get them over his huge rear. He made sure the button was undone and the zipper fully down, but they could not budge over his hips and ass. Unlike his underwear, the jeans had not yet changed into girls' jeans in his mom's size. Frustrated, he searched the closet and found some older sweat pants. Luckily, no skirts were visible. The pants easily stretched to accommodate his new butt, but they did nothing to hide it. Jon winced as the cloth dug into his ass crack and looked around in the mirror to discover that the sweat pants did everything to hug and highlight his new ass. Even an outline of the panties was visible.
"Jon, breakfast is ready!" his mother yelled from downstairs.
'Damn, how am I going to hide this?' Jon though. He knew his sister and brother would surely be waiting for him to join in. He pondered going into his mom's bedroom and stealing a pair of her pants, but that would only cause more questions to be asked.
"Jon?" His mother's voice was closer now. She knocked on the bedroom door.
"Come in," Jon quietly said, barely audible through the door. Sherry slowly opened the door.
"Has anything else changed?" she asked. Jon said nothing, but rather turned slowly to the side, showing her his new addition.
"Oh my," his mother said, after a short gasp. Jon could only lower his head in embarrassment, knowing that now he and his mother could share the same pants.
"None of my jeans will fit me anymore. I could only find these sweat pants to cover myself," Jon said, nearly into tears. Sherry came and comforted Jon.
"We can't hide this from Zoe and Mikey forever," she said. "We'll have to tell them at some point, so why not now?"
Jon silently agreed. It was hopeless to keep ignoring his brother and sister. He would have to tell them at some point, if not now.
Jon and Sherry both walked down the hall and down the stairs, their hips swinging in a very similar fashion.
