"Mom, I'm home!" Peter yells as he throws his backpack and shoes on the floor.
"Pick your stuff up and put it in your room!" Susan, his mom yelled back.
Peter runs back scoops up his stuff and heads into his room. He flings open the door and tosses his stuff onto the bed next to his clean white clothes his mom put on the bed for him. His room looked like every other junior high room. Posters of Micheal Jordan clutter the walls. and dirty clothes cover the ground. A few comic books on a book shelf, and a basketball lying next to the school uniform. His room was not necessarily messy, just cluttered.
Peter ran over to the end of the bed and grabbed a comic book. His favorite "Superman", he loved the way beautiful busty women fall all over him. He began reading of the story of superman and some cool villian.
His mother Susan, was a woman of size. Her figure was lost between the births of her three kids and the habit of not exercising enough. Her blond hair was styled in an older woman style, not flattering to her cute face and 40 years. She was not a babe, but not a monster either.
Peter had just finished reading the comic book, laid back and began to dream. He was a powerful character and had a beautiful babe, named Pamela Lee on his arm. A normal 13 year old dream, of course things turned sexual.
A Loud crash was heard that night. A bang that woke no one strangely, but made a sound so huge that it shook the walls. A rock landed in the backyard next to the old oak tree. A strange green glow ebbed from the rock.
The next morning, The alarm goes off and Peter gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. He turns on the light and glances to the mirror. Strange, he thought to himself, I look a little different. He leans closer to the mirror rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Susan yawns and opens her eyes slowly. Still tired from yesterday, she pushes herself out of bed. As she stands she notices that the dresser looks a little taller than last night. In fact the whole room looks bigger. She walks over to her bathroom, the nightglown dragging behind her. She tries to adjust the shirt to fit her shoulders it just doesn't want to do it. She flips the light switch and faints.
When Susan comes to see stares into the mirror to see not the overweight middleage woman but a young maybe 14 girl. Her now huge nightglown barely covers her small breasts. She grabs the glown and tosses it over her head. Her body looks so young. Her breasta are small and her hips have just started to fill out. She opens the door and runs into her daughter's room and begins to dig threw her underwear and bras.
"Ah, I found one yes. I am now happy Missy always keeps everything. She grabs the small bra and slips it on alog with the old "My little pony" panties. She smiles when she looks into the mirror. Why am I not scared or screaming she thought to herself. While this was quite odd, she remained calm maybe because she was still her but a much younger her. Susan grabbed a pair of overalls and a t-shirt. She appeared like an average 14 year old girl. But how??
Susan stops staring and herself in the mirror and begans to worry about what her kids are going to think. She was their mother now she is their age. She walks back into her room and shuffles through her purse. She stops at her wallet to check her money. That is strange, where is my id?? She checks throughout the wallet to no avail.
Peter looks closer into the mirror, his chest looks a little more developed. Instead of the gawky thin teenage body of before he looked almost buff compard to himself just the night before. He flexed in front of the mirror. His arms were a little more defined.
"Wow! I guess the weight lifting has really paid off." Peter says as he turns on the shower and gets in.
After many minutes searching for some proof of her real age. Susan falls to the ground crying like the child she appears to be.
"How, what, WHY???" She screams out in anguish!!
To be continued?