Your heart pounds in your chest, as your mind races with all the possibilities. The promise you once made to Will, so lightly spoken without thinking of the consuequences, now threatens to alter the fabric of your friendship.
Will's expression shifts, his grin now carrying a touch of intensity that makes you feel uneasy.
"Change our friendship?" Will muses, his voice barely concealing a playful undertone. "I think our friendship just got a whole lot more interesting."
You were sixteen when your dad had "the conversation" with you, revealing that the male members of your family have had a genetic mutation in their dna for centuries. The shifter-gene allows you to transform your own body at will and with that, adapt to the essence of that person, however you never really got that final part. It sounded abstract when your father explained it, and it still does years later... But one thing you got from that conversation, was a fear of using those powers. Your dad was really adament in warning you about them, more than advertising their usage. It made an impression at that age.
As anyone would have, you confided in your best friend at the time, Will. After telling him, something changed in him. He seemed way too interested in your powers, at a time when you were mostly scared to use them. To remedy that, you made a promise. You made him vow not to ask about or mention it again until you both were old enough to leave the house. In return, you promised that, as soon as that moment would arrive, you would transform into anyone he wanted and do whatever he said for one whole day. Back then, you believed that the worst thing he would make you do, was something silly like... Transforming into Jack Black, dressing up as a movie character and making a scène at the cinema... You know, fun friend stuff...
However now, 6 years later, you had all but forgotten about the promise, the two of you had just finished moving in all your belongings in your new shared apartment. You had just gone to the fridge to get out two beers to celebrate your new life as co-housing buddies, when Will looked at you intensely with a wide, perverse grin and said:
"Well now, Anton... A promise made, is a promise kept..."
After discussing back on forth for a few minutes, it was clear that Will would not let it go. Still hoping for the best and... still kind of naïve you say:
"Fine... A promise is a promise... Who do you want me to turn into and... What exactly do you want me to do?"
After hearing those words, Will's grin becomes almost predatory, showing a very different side to him. A wicked smile spreads across Will's face, his eyes twinkling with a mischief bordering on cruelty. He stands up, looming over you with his tall, athletic body. "I'll need to think carefully on this," Will says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he looks you over with an appraising eye. The way he does it sends shivers down your spine.
Finally, he stops at your face and locks eyes with you again. "How about," he begins, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "your mom? I've always thought Ella was a total milf..." The room grows still as Will's words hang in the air, the sheer audacity of his suggestion sending a wave of shock through you. You blink, unsure how to react to such a perverted suggestion. Meanwhile Will's grin only widens, clearly relishing the discomfort he's causing.
You say "What the hell Will... My mother? Why would you ask something that fucked up... I would never want to be in her skin, let alone... "
Will leans back into the couch, a cruel expression crossing his face. Not allowing you to finish your comment, he says: "Tough, Anton. You promised!" The room feels colder now, the playful atmosphere of the moving day, replaced by a tense silence. You feel a knot tightening in your stomach, a mix of regret and anger.
"Fine... Let's get this over with." You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. You can feel Will's eyes on you, his gaze unwavering and expectant. You close your eyes, focusing on the image of your mother. Her short blond hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her... mature body... With a final, determined push of mental effort, your transformation begins. The room seems to blur and warp around you as your body begins to shift and reshape. Your short curly brown hair morphs into your mother's styled blond hair. Your strong, angular features soften into the gentle contours of your her face. Your clothes melt away, getting replaced by a soft low-cut sweater and your mom's favorite comfortable sweatpants.
When your transformation is complete, you open your eyes and glance down at your new body. The weight of her large breasts, catches you by surprise and pulls you off-balance. However, Will is quick to catch you and as he holds you tight, he starts breathing in your neck. Not letting go.
"You look... incredible," Will finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes are filled with awe and desire.
Your voice now sounds exactly like your mother's, however... more fragile, scared even.
"So... What do you want me to do?"
Will's hand moves up to your shoulder, where he grips you firmly. His thumb traces a slow circle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "First things first," he says with a twisted smile. "Kneel."
The floor is cold and hard beneath your newly transformed knees, sending a chill up your legs as you lower yourself to the ground. However, what shocks you more is the wetness you notice in between your thighs, as Will's dominant commands seem to send shivers up your mother's spine... Confused and distraught by the sudden and involuntary arousal you're feeling in this new body, your breathing quickens. Will's smile widens as he watches you kneel down submissively, his eyes glinting with a predatory satisfaction. "Good girl.", he says, still looming over you.
As he steps even closer, his scent, a mix of cologne and raw masculinityn fills your senses.
"I knew you'd come around," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends another wave of goosebumps across your skin. His fingers tighten around your shoulders, pulling you even closer against him and forcefully pushing your face against his hardened cock which is clearly visible under the fabric of his jeans. You gasp and with an eagerness that shocks the remainder of your rational mind, you try to clasp your thick lips around the form of his cock. Wanting it, hungrily.
As your lips part, you feel a surge of wetness spread across your mouth as you lean in to take the contour of Will's cock between your lips, desperate to please. You don't know what's coming over you, but it's stronger than yourself. Meanwhile you get hotter and hotter, panting as you feel the sweat running down your back. Not even completely consciously, you pull up your mom's warm sweater just to get some air. Will smiles as he follows your example and undoes his pants: "You're even more of a slut than I expected. How you managed to read my mind..."
There's still a small part of you that wants to pull away, that wants to resist. But the urges and signals your new body is sending, are too intense... You don't know if this is actually what your mom feels all the time, if this is a side effect of your transformation powers, or a bit of both... All you know for sure is that your new body needs touching and that your mouth is watering for Will's thick cock.
The last doubts leave your mind as his fully revealed and erect cock hangs in front of your face. Without delay your lips engulf his thick shaft and you start blowing him as if it is your utmost desire. As you feel his throbbing member in you wet mouth, you sense how drenched your panties and sweatpants are with your arousal. Your entire body shivers as you keep taking him deeper inside you, as far as you can.
Will's body is trembling with sudden bliss as your eager blowjob almost sends him over the edge prematurely, but he quickly regains control by grabbing you by the hair.
"Calm down, baby. This is not over yet and it won't be for a long time. I want to spare myself for inside you."
You look up at him, begging him with your eyes to stop talking and fuck you until you pass out. Everything to release all your pent up arousal, but he just smiles his predatory smile, realizing that he's got all the control.
"You are mine, Anton. My personal transformation slut... And before I give you the fucking your horny, MILF-pussy needs, I think you should look a little more my age..."
TO BE CONTINUED
