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Wanda the Witch. That was what they called her at Bradford High School. Not because she was ugly or anything like that. In fact, quite the opposite was true as she was one of the prettiest girls in school. She couldn't remember exactly when she got the nickname. It just began when one of the girls at school joked that she must be a witch as every time anybody got on her bad side, weird things would begin to happen to them.

And, unfortunately today was one of those days for Daphne Cones. Daphne was Wanda's boyfriend, Norris's mother. Wanda and Norris had been planning on spending the weekend up in the Sierra Nevada Mountains where Wanda's parents owned a beautiful little cabin down by Lake Tahoe. Every chance they would get, Wanda and Norris would sneak up there just to get away from it all and be by themselves. Wanda would tell her parents that she was going up to the cabin with a bunch of girls and Norris would tell his mom that he was going up to the lake with a bunch of guys. Their getaways usually ended up as a weekend of hiking and fucking, or skiing and fucking, or swimming and fucking, or just plain old fucking and more fucking. Whatever they did as an accompaniment to the fucking, most of the time was spent in their favorite pastimes of smoking a little dope and fucking.

Norris' mom, Daphne had become suspicious of Wanda and Norris and after a little snooping around, she somehow found out about the truth about their little excursions. And when she found out that Norris and Wanda had been going up to the cabin alone, she grounded him.

When Wanda found out the Norris had been grounded and there would be no weekend up in the cabin, she was pissed. Not just pissed. Livid pissed. Now not only were her plans for the weekend ruined, but subsequently their romantic liaisons up in the mountains would be curtailed. Now Wanda was not one to take things lying down. Well, maybe that was a little bit of a misnomer as with all the fucking she and Norris did, she took an awful lot from him lying down.

Now Wanda could probably have her choice of any of the boys in Bradford High, but it was rumored that Norris had the biggest cock in the whole school and Wanda wasn't one to take second best when she could have the best. It probably would have been better if she was in love with Norris, but she wasn't. That said, she wasn't ready for the house with the little white picket fence and k**s just yet, so Norris had been an interim solution to having some fun.

So Daphne's decision to ground Norris called for a swift retaliatory counterstrike on Wanda's part if she was going to put things back in order. As I said earlier, Wanda's nickname at school was Wanda the Witch. No one really thought she was a witch. But, little did they know that in reality that is exactly what she was. She really was Wanda the Witch. She didn't know how it all came about but one day she discovered that she had strange powers that other eighteen-year-old girls didn't have. Once she had discovered these powers, she had studied up about witchcraft and honed her skills so that she could use them to her benefit...

Storming into her house the Friday afternoon she had found out about Norris's grounding, Wanda angrily slammed her books down onto the table. Raiding the refrigerator, she had a quick snack of cookies and milk before she went stomping up to her room. Slamming her door shut, she flounced over to her bookshelf, reached up and pulled down the big, thick tome entitled with the title "Spells and hexes" emblazoned across the leather and gilt cover.

Flicking it open, she ran her crimson-tipped finger down the index searching for just the right spell to cast on Daphne Cones, her newest unfortunate enemy.

After looking up several of the spells and discarding them as too complicated or too wimpy, her bright, red fingernail stopped on a spell entitled "Trading Spaces".

Leafing through the pages, she found it. A fiendish smile spread across her face as she read what the spell did.

"Yes, this will do fine," she cackled with glee. It's perfect and Norris will enjoy the hell out of it, too, she laughed to herself. Oh, boy will he ever...

Reading over the spell one more time, she put the book down on her desk so it would be ready when the appropriate time came to spring it on her unsuspecting prey.

~~~

Early the next morning, as she lay asleep, the silence in her room was shattered by the grating screech of her alarm clock. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and peered over at the clock on her nightstand. Three o'clock, she grinned to herself. Reaching over, she turned the alarm off, stretched her arms out and yawned. Smiling to herself, she cupped her big breasts and tweaked her puffy nipples for a few seconds as she wondered how Norris would feel when he woke up this morning.

Boy is he going to be surprised, she giggled, flicking on the lamp and crawling out of bed.

Padding over to her desk on her bare feet, she looked down at the open book of spells lying on her desk. Quickly reading the spell one more time, she smiled and sat down at the desk.

Then reading, she began to speak out loud,

"Daphne Cones to Norris Cones,

Norris Cones to Daphne Cones,

woman to boy,

boy to woman,

mother to son,

son to mother,

let mother be son,

let son be mother,

bodies the same,

minds go over,

Trading spaces, Mother with son,

Trading spaces, Son with mother,

Hocus pocus—Hocus pocus—Hocus pocus—Let it be done—"

Then with an evil grin, she slowly closed the book, pushed it back away from her, stood up and went frolicking back over to her bed.

"Now you'll see what happens when you mess with Wanda the Witch, my dear Daphne," she cackled. "I'll bet you'll think twice before you do it again."

It took her more than an hour to go back to sleep as she anticipated the delicious outcome of her incantation. She wished she could be there when the Cones woke up, but she would find out how things had gone when she visited them later in the morning.

~~~

Norris woke up around nine. He'd slept in because his mother had grounded him and ruined his plans for the weekend.

Yawning, he started to stretch, but stopped. Something was wrong. Something had changed. He felt different. Weird. His body felt all lumpy and round and soft. And it felt like someone had glued a couple of sandbags to his chest.

What the hell is going on, he wondered? Looking down, he ran his eyes over the sheet that covered his body. This is getting weirder by the second, he thought as his eyes traveled over the unexpected hills and valleys under the sheet. This is weird, they hadn't been there last night.

"What the shit?" he muttered out loud. It looked like tits swelling up against the sheet down where his flat chest should have been! And they were big ones, too, he groggily thought.

Was he going crazy? Or was he still asleep and dreaming? Yeah, that had to be it. He was dreaming.

Grabbing hold of the sheet, he jerked it off to bare his body.

When he did, he nearly had a heart attack.

He did have tits! Big, round, beautiful tits. Tits with pretty, pink cups capping them. Tits with big, ripe, swollen nipples. Tits to kill for... if he was a woman, he dizzily thought. But he wasn't a woman! He was a boy—wasn't he? It was crazy. He had to be dreaming because this couldn't really be happening.

Then his eyes strayed down over the breasts to his belly where his cock should have lain.

NO! NO! NO! It couldn't be. Please, not that too, his reeling brain shrieked at him.

HIS DICK WAS GONE! He didn't have a dick anymore. No dick? Oh, my God what had happened to my peter, he sobbed?

And what's wrong with my face, he groggily asked himself as he reached up and felt it. His cheeks were soft and smooth. There should have been the beginnings of whiskers as he hadn't shaved yet. Then his hands brushed against the hair hanging down around his face. Pinching a few of the hairs, he pulled them around in front of his face to look at them. Blond—long blond hair, but he didn't have long blond hair! He had short brown hair.

Jumping out of bed, he could feel his heavy, new tits tugging at his chest as he tore into the bathroom. Fearfully he stared at the reflection staring back at him from the mirror over the sink.

His mouth dropped open in shock and astonishment.

Dear God, what have you done to me, he whimpered as he saw his mom staring back at him. His mom! How? How could that be, he deliriously wondered as he stood there looking into his mother's big, blue eyes. He didn't know what to do. He'd always known she was beautiful, but this. She was beyond beautiful, he told himself as he let his eyes wander down to the tits sticking out of his chest. They were spectacular! The prettiest ones he'd ever seen. If he wasn't a guy and they weren't on his chest, he would have been overjoyed to feast his eyes on such wonders. Her tits. But no, they weren't her tits. They were his. His tits. Just saying it sounded crazy. His tits! How could he have a woman's tits? And not just any tits. His mother's gorgeous, stupendous, amazing tits!

And what about his cock, he crazily wondered? Jerking open a drawer, he pulled out the hand mirror he kept there and shoved it down between his legs.

Oh, God. In place of his cock, he now had a PUSSY! HE HAD A FUCKING PUSSY! And a bald one to boot. A BALD pussy. Not hair one around it. Shaved as smooth as a baby's butt. A fucking bald monkey. His mother's pussy? His mother shaved her pussy?

No, apparently, it wasn't his mother's pussy. Now it was his pussy now—. He was going crazy. This couldn't be happening to him. How could it?

What was going on? He wanted his cock back. This wasn't funny. Who would do such a thing? Who, or what, would steal a guy's cock and leave him with tits and a pussy, he railed? Then, he laid the mirror down on the counter, slowly lifted his hands up to his breasts and cupped them. As he lifted them off his chest, he could feel the heavy tug of gravity lessen as he pinched the big, rubbery nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

Tweaking the sensitive nubs, he felt a tickle of excitement spark down to where his cock was supposed to be. Easing the sagging wonders back down on his chest, he hesitantly ran his hand down over his flat, firm belly, over his hairless mons to HIS pussy. Timidly, he explored the thick, meaty lips surrounding his new pussy with the red tip of his fingernail. Pushing and probing the plump protrusions, he spread them apart to expose his vagina. HIS VAGINA! Even saying those words felt funny. His vagina. His cock sounded so much better, the told himself as he incredulously eased a long, red tipped finger down into the weeping hole.

"Ummmmm," he murmured as he pushed his finger deeper into the clinging wetness of the opening until he had it buried all the way up to his last knuckle. It felt good. Strange, but good, he thought as he eased a second finger down into his pussy. That felt even better. Pulling his fingers out of his pussy, he saw that they were both drenched in pussy juice. His pussy juice—

Lifting his glistening fingers up to his nose, he sniffed them. Pussy juice all right! He loved the smell of pussy juice and now he had his own pussy to make it. It was fascinating—but crazy and more than a little scary. Then he opened his mouth and stuck his fingers in it. Slurping on them, he licked them clean before letting his fingers stray down over his big, saggy tits, across his flat, firm belly, over his smooth, bald mons, to the hard, little nub sticking out of its fleshy sheath just above his drooling pussy.

Damn, Norris muttered to himself as a spark of pleasure rippled up his spine when he brushed his finger across it. Now he knew why Wanda always wanted him to lick her clit. It felt good when he touched it. Kind of like when he played with his cock, but different. Different, but in a good way.

It was getting crazier by the second, he told himself as he stood fingering his clit while he wondered how it had happened.

Last night when he had gone to bed, he'd been a boy. He'd had a nice, muscular body with a big dick. But when he woke up this morning, he had big boobs, a small waist, a bald pussy and long, shapely legs. But as maddening as it was to find him in a woman's body, the weirdest part of it all was that it was his mother's body? Of all the women in the world it could have been, why was it his mother's body?

It was creepy, he told himself as he stood staring at his mother's big, beautiful tits while he fingered her clit. He was touching his mother's clit—but no, now it was his clit! Fuck. It was so fucking confusing—

What had happened to him while he slept?

What was going on? Had he finally flipped? Maybe this was payback for thinking about sex all the time. He could help it. It was the hormones that made him think about sex all the time. It wasn't his fault.

Sex with Wanda was fantastic, but now with his mother in the middle of it all, it made him feel crazy. What would it feel like to get fucked? What would it feel like to have a cock inside My pussy? Or was it my mother's pussy?. It was all so befuddling. Then, out of the blue, it came to him. But wait—if he had his mother's body, did she have his?

Looking in the mirror, studying her face, he came to the conclusion that now not only did he look like his mother, he was her. All the time he'd sneaked around trying to catch her naked and now here she was, her naked reflection staring back at him without a stitch of clothing to hide any of her exquisite charms. And now there wasn't a fucking thing she could do about it. But what difference did it make? There wasn't anything he could do about it either. He didn't even have a cock. Maybe he loved pussy so much, God had given him one. Grown one of his own for him! But why his mother's pussy? That was sick, he groaned.

"Damn, what would it feel like to get fucked?" he wondered out loud as he stopped fingering himself. I know what it feels like to tickle my clit? MY CLIT! God this is so damned weird. Just then he felt a warm, twitchy twinge of pleasure pop out of his clitoris as his finger found it again and touched it. That's nice, too, he thought as he began to flick it back and forth with his finger. Damned nice, in fact.

But where was his god-damned prick? He still wanted his prick back. No matter how good teasing his clit felt, it wasn't the same as his dick. Angrily, he jerked his hand away from his clitoris and watched his heavy, dangling breasts wiggle and jiggle wildly. But, even in his state of total bewilderment, he couldn't keep his hands off the giant, pendulous globes of soft, quivering flesh. God, they were so beautiful, he thought as he tweaked the big, puffy nipples. Even bigger and prettier than Wanda's wonderful knockers.

Would she be jealous of his tits, he crazily wondered as a sparkle of excitement ran from the bulging nipples down to his new hairless pussy.

"Jeez," he grunted, "that feels good."

What do you mean, would she be jealous of his tits, he miffed? No, this was all just some crazy, mixed up hallucination or dream or something, he told himself. And he wasn't going to have them long enough for her to see them. Or was he? What if this was a permanent thing? That would be horrible. A life without pussy? He'd kill himself before he let that happen.

It felt strange looking down at the majestic pair of breasts dangling down from his chest. And it was hard to keep his balance with all that weight pulling him forward. His tits were gorgeous. That is if they were on a woman, but they were hardly what a teenage boy wanted to find sprouting of his own chest. What would the guys at school say if he showed up like this? Hell, they'd be on me like bees on honey.

Shaking his head in exasperation, he wobbled over to his dresser on his new legs trying not to fall flat on his face in the process. He was fascinated by the way his tits wiggled and danced with each step, and he knew he would have been gaga if he had seen his knockers on a gorgeous woman. But not on him. Lurching to a stop in front of the dresser, he opened a drawer, but realized that none of his clothes would fit. Not with the body he now had.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy. It was just too much to comprehend as looked around his room. What was he going to do? He couldn't go running around the house without any clothes on. His mother might see him! Then he remembered. What the hell difference would that make? Hell, she'd seen this same body every day for forty years, why would it be any different today?

But he couldn't just go waltzing down to his mom's room and pop in, could he? What would he say? Hey, Mom, you got an extra pair of panties, and maybe a bra that'll hold the babes? What would she do if he did? He needed some courage. Maybe he would discuss his problem with Jack Daniel and see if he had any ideas on what to do. Maybe alcohol would counteract whatever it was that was making him look like his mother... not that that was a bad thing.

Bending down to get the bottle of Jack Daniel out of the bottom drawer where he kept it hidden, Norris nearly fell on his face as his new tits threw him off balance. Laughing to himself, he grabbed the bottle and twisted the top off. Feeling his massive udders tug at his chest when he stood back up, he lifted the bottle up to his lips and chugged down a long, deep gulp of the fiery liquor. His mother didn't drink that much, but she'd just have to get used to it because alcohol seemed to be his answer to everything...

Looking back down at his body, he was disappointed to see that he was still trapped in his mother's body. Taking another swig, he flopped down onto his bed. Wow, he thought as he felt the alcohol bite into his stomach. I'd better watch out. I feel like I'm already drunk. Alcohol never effected my like this before, he thought, his head already spinning from the alcohol.

Wait a minute. Maybe this is how Mom feels when she drinks. Wow, if it is, I know why it takes so little to get mom drunk.

~~~

What time is it, Daphne wondered as she woke? Lifting her arm, she glanced up at her watch and saw that it was nine-fifteen. Nine-fifteen. But wait a minute. "What in the..." she gasped staring at her hairy arm in disbelief.

What in the hell is happening?

Her arm was thick, muscular, and covered with hair. It looked just like a man's arm.

Then, she became aware of the rest of her body. It felt hard and muscular, not round and soft, as usual.

Glancing down and expecting to see her breasts jutting up under the sheet, she was shocked to find her chest was flat.

WHERE WERE HER TITS?

She had no tits. Only the soft swell of a muscular chest lay under the sheet. What in the world? She asked herself, slowly raising the sheet and peering down underneath it.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE," she gasped. "IT CAN'T BE. NO, NO, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING."

Her breasts were gone. And in their place was a man's well-developed, hairy chest. There were no big, beautiful tits. No big, beautiful breasts that she had been so proud of. Why her hairy chest looked more like Norris' chest that it did hers.

Then she saw something that took her breath away.

"OHMYGOD," she groaned, lifting the sheet higher so she could see better. "OHMYGOD!"

There, lying on her belly was a man's penis. SHE HAD A PENIS! SHE HAD A COCK!

Yes, there was definitely a big, fat penis growing out of her groin.

Obviously she didn't have a vagina any more, she deliriously thought as she studied the oversized cock lying on her belly. It was one of the biggest, fattest cocks she'd ever seen. It was seven or eight inches long and it wasn't even hard. Throwing the sheet off in horror, she jumped out of bed and ran over to the floor-length mirror standing by her dresser. As she did, she could feel the enormous prick hanging down slapping against her muscular thighs and flopping about wildly.

Her mouth dropped open and her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she gawked at the figure in the mirror staring back at her.

IT WAS NORRIS!

Norris was in the mirror, his mouth open and a shocked look on his face. But how, how had he gotten into her room without her knowing, she dizzily wondered? What the fuck was happening?

Running her eyes up and down his body, she saw that the eyes in the mirror copied her every move.

Then she realized that it wasn't Norris. It was her. Somehow, crazily, she had ended up in her son's body. Somehow, she was him. Or he was her. No, she thought, I'm me. Aren't I? It was her that was staring back at herself, but it was him, or it was his face and body. Trembling in shock and confusion, she didn't know what to do.

Un-fucking-believable, she thought to herself as she ran her eyes up and down his, or was it her body.

Trying to grasp the fact that she had somehow become trapped inside her son's body, she found herself staring at his, or was it her, no, not her, his gigantic cock. Jesus Christ, he's fucking huge, she told herself. No, I'm huge?

This can't really be happening, she told herself as a maniacal laugh bubbled across her, or was it his, no her lips.

Wanting to prove that it was all a big mistake and this really wasn't happening, she slowly ran her hand down to the monster dangling down between her hairy thighs. Poking it with her finger, she watched it jiggle and bump up against her muscular thighs. Slowly, fearfully, she curled her fingers around the giant penis and lifted it up out from between her hairy legs. Squeezing her fisted hand around it, she began to slowly stroke it. As she did, she felt it twitch as hot trickle of excitement shot up it and tickled up her spine.

Oh, goodness. Now what?

Scared to death of what was happening, she couldn't stop herself from examining the huge, thick penis. Holding it in one hand, she slowly ran her finger down the fat shaft, tracing one of the many bulging blue veins that crisscrossed the enormous cock. And as she did, she felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation deep inside the thick, round pillar of meat. It was like nothing she had ever felt before and suddenly it dawned on her. His, or was it her, her cock was starting to get hard.

Damn it, I'm getting an erection, she told herself, watching on in stunned disbelief as his, or was it her cock slowly grew harder.

She didn't move as the big cock steadily grew harder and longer. This is so, fucking bizarre, she told herself as the grotesque monster continued to swell and grow.

You shouldn't be doing this, she silently said to herself as she watched on, hypnotized by the macabre thing in her hand. But she wasn't doing anything, she cried. She was just holding it in her hand. It was doing it on its own. She had no control over the evil thing.

What the hell am I doing, she asked the part of her that was complaining? I'm just standing here holding my, uh, yeah, uh, MY penis in my hand. I'm not doing anything. It's the one that's doing it. And besides, why not, it's mine, isn't it? I can do anything I want with it. Can't I?

It was just too much, she thought as she felt the weird sensation of blood rushing into his, or her cock! Fuck, I'm getting a hard on. Jesus Christ, this can't be happening. It's too crazy.

This has to be some hormone-induced dream or hallucination or something. I'll wake up any second now.

She waited. She waited for it to stop. To stop and put an end to the madness.

But it didn't. And her cock just kept getting harder and harder.

Sickly, she wondered what it would feel like to jack it off.

As she considered the depravity, she found herself self-consciously running her hand up and down the growing monstrosity jutting out of the hairy tip of her belly.

And as she gawked down at it in disbelief and horror, it continued to swell and grow until it stuck out hard and fully ripened, evilly bouncing up and down with each beat of her heart.

It was surreal. Strange, sickening thoughts filled her head as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

It was her son standing there with his gigantic cock jutting eight, or nine, or ten inches straight up in the air. But, yet, it wasn't him. It was her. It was her standing there with a monumental erection, the likes of which she had never seen before. But it wasn't her, it was him, or was it her? She couldn't make up her mind. But she was a woman. And women didn't have penises. And if she couldn't have a penis, how could she have an erection? Oh, it was just too maddening.

How or what had happened? Had she gone insane as she slept? Had she finally flipped over the edge? Probably the lack of sex, she dizzily thought. That was it. She hadn't had a man since George had left her three years ago. Yeah, that must be it. She was just so God damned horny, she was imagining all of this. It couldn't really be happening. But why had she chosen Norris to turn into? That was sick. Crazy sick, she fussed.

But something was happening. Something was happening to her to make her think like this. And if it was just the dearth of sex that was causing it, why, why was it Norris that her sick, evil mind had chosen to mimic? Why hadn't it been Tom Cruise or Brad Pitts, or some other hunk? Why Norris? Norris, her son? Maybe she was sicker than she thought.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, it came to her. If it was happening to her, was the same thing happening to him?

OH NO! Looking down at her, his body, she realized that everything, yes everything was displayed in its original packaging. She was seeing his body. Not some facsimile of it. This is the real thing, she told herself squeezing the giant cock. Yes, it was definitely the real thing, she deliriously told herself as she flicked her hand up and down the throbbing, pulsating horror growing out of her belly. Everything was just sticking out there in the open for her to see. And if that were the case, would it be the same for him? When he looked in the mirror, would he see her? See her naked, just like she was seeing him naked? She was mortified.

He would see her naked! That realization sent a blush spreading out across her stubbled cheeks.

Her head was spinning as she contemplated this weird, new facet of her predicament. And if that were the case, then he could do anything he wanted to, to her body, too. It would be his to do with as he saw fit. Just like me and what I'm doing to his body. His cock—no MY cock!

How grotesque. Someone else was living in her body. And not just someone. It was her own son. Her own son now possessed her body. He could abuse it any way he wanted. Why, why he could even get her, uh, himself, uh, whoever pregnant. Yeah, he could get her, him, uh, them PREGNANT, if he wasn't careful! The thought was terrifying.

What could she do? His, uh, her cock was still sticking out, hard and ready. Then another sick, loathsome thought struck her. She, she, uh, he, no she, she could actually fuck herself. Or at least fuck herself in her mind. In his body she could fuck her body, but her body would have his mind so would that really be fucking herself? It was a baffling enigma.

This was all just too demented. Too outrageous to even consider. How had she ventured down such a confusing, disgustingly-sick train of thought anyway, she tongue-lashed herself? The whole thing was absurd. None of that could ever happen because this was all just a dream anyway. A sick, twisted, cruel nightmare of a dream and it would be over soon. Won't it, she hopefully wondered?

But when would it end? She was ready for it to end right now. Now. This very second. Now! NOW, she demanded. END IT NOW!

But nothing happened. She was still standing there staring at herself imprisoned in her son's body.

But what if it was really happening? How could it be? That was ridiculous. Nothing like this could ever happen. Could it?

Just then, she heard a timid tap-tap-tap on her door.

"Mom, uh, Mom, are you in there?" she heard her own voice warily ask through the door.

Oh, God, her reeling brain screamed.

"Uh, Yes," she answered, surprised by her own deep, baritone voice. "Yes, I'm in here."

"Uh, is everything all right?" he wanted to know. "Do you feel okay?"

Oh, No, she thought, it can't be. But it was. It must really be happening. She was terrified—

Why else would he be here wanting to know if she was all right and speaking with her voice?

She suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

"Uh, no, no, everything is not all right," she told him, frightened by the deep masculine voice that came out of her mouth.

Quickly stepping over to the door so she wouldn't have to talk so loud, she felt fear gnawing at her guts.

"Uh, uh, what's wrong?" the feminine voice asked through the door.

She was afraid now. Afraid of what was going on. Afraid that there was nothing that she could do to stop whatever it was that was happening to them. She had never felt so helpless and alone in her whole life. Standing by the door, she didn't know what to do or to say to her son. What could she say? Tell him the truth? What was the truth? Or maybe wait a while and see if they would change back to themselves? Hell, it didn't look like anything was going to change back to normal, at least not anytime soon, she frowned, glancing down at her, uh, his watch and seeing that it was ten o'clock. Thirty minutes had already passed and the only thing she had accomplished was getting an erection.

Oh, no, no, her mind reeled as she shot a look down at her, uh, his, the cock. Thank goodness, she sighed, seeing fear had taken care of her erection. At least she wouldn't have to face Norris with a hard on, she thought. Even though he had probably seen it a million times, her mind thought flashing off onto another tangent. He was probably even proud of it. And he had every right to be. It was a COCK among cocks.

Sick, she told herself, you're a sick, evil woman. Get your mind out of the fucking gutter and concentrate on your immediate problem. What are you going to do?

Well. We might as well face it together. At least, they say, there is strength in numbers. But, on the other hand, two wasn't a very big number, she sadly thought.

"Uh, I'm, I'm afraid, afraid, that I somehow, somehow ended up in, uh, in y-you-your body," she stuttered out, leaning against the door.

"Me, too," he grunted immediately. "Uh, I mean, I'm in your body—"

It was so strange listening to her voice coming from the other side of the door and his voice coming from her mouth. It made her want to kick something. It made her want to hurt whoever or whatever fiendish evil that was doing this to them. Hurt them and make them pay for this sick, twisted joke.

"Uh, uh, what are we, uh, we going to do?" her voice wanted to know.

"I don't know. I just don't know," she said, exasperated by her own impotence. "I don't know what we can do. Do you?

"Uh, no," he muttered. "But can I come in so we don't have to talk through the door?"

"Huh, oh," she mumbled, looking down at her son's naked body. "Let me put something on, first."

"Okay," he answered.

Walking over to her closet, his limp penis flapping around idiotically, she threw open the door and reached for her gown that was hanging on the back of the door.

Well, this is ridiculous, too. Why am I putting on clothes? It's his fucking body. Why am I trying to hide his body from him? He's seen it a trillion times. Oh, this is just so fucking crazy. Like it was okay for him to be naked, because it was her body she would see when she looked at him. And it was okay for her to be naked because he would just be seeing his own body. They only reason they had to wear clothes was to keep from seeing each other. But now that was no longer the case...

Oh, shit, this is just too crazy. I'm going insane just trying to sort everything out.

To hell with it, she groaned to herself grabbing her robe and throwing it on. Wrapping it around her, she tied the belt tightly around his, or her waist as she walked back to the door.

Taking a deep breath, she reached down and jerked the door open. Even though she thought she was prepared for what she would see, she had to grab hold of the doorframe to steady herself as her knees threatened to collapse.

Standing there gawking at herself, she felt like she was going to pass out.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Norris cursed as he stood gawking at her. "I can't believe it. You're me!"

"This is crazy," she groaned, staring into her own eyes.

To say that it was a little bit disconcerting to find yourself looking at yourself would have been the understatement of the millennium. How could you concentrate on what you were talking about when you were talking to yourself? Literally! It made her light-headed just thinking about it.

Apparently Norris had thought the same thing she had because he was just wearing his bath robe, but it didn't do a very good job of disguising the massive swell of her, no, his breasts. Staring into her face, she saw that he, she didn't have any make up on. But, of course, he wouldn't, he didn't know what or how to put it on. But, she thought to herself, he, uh, I don't look so bad without make up. Maybe I should try it more often.

IF I EVER GET BACK INTO THE RIGHT FUCKING BODY—she raged—

"Mom?" he asked, looking at her as if she were a stranger.

"Yes," she answered him in his own deep, resonating voice.

"God, this is so weird," he grunted, "calling myself, Mom."

"I know what you mean," she muttered, "and hearing your voice come out of my mouth is damned upsetting."

"What are we going to do?" he wanted to know.

"I don't know. What can we do?"

"I don't know, either," he said, standing there nervously fidgeting.

Finally, a twisted little smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth.

"I guess we just have to make the best of it."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked him. "How can anything good come out of this?"

"Well, uh, not to sound lewd or disrespectful or anything," he blushed, "but, it's kinda cool being in your body."

"WHAT? What do you ever mean that it is cool to be in my body?" she wanted to know, flabbergasted by his sudden statement.

"Uh, you know, uh, it's neat, uh, cool, having a, a pair of big, beautiful tits like yours, uh, mine to play with," he giggled crazily.

"Norris, stop talking like that. How could you say such a thing about my breasts?" she gasped. "They-they're, they're my breasts. How could you do such a thing to them?

"Uh, not, not now, Mom, they're not yours," he said, blushing brighter. "They're mine now."

"Oh, you know what I mean. This is disgusting," she complained. "I feel like I've been ****d."

"Uh, I'm sorry, Mom," he told her. "I didn't make any of this happen. I just woke up this way."

"But you don't have to make fun of my body," she whined.

"I'm not making fun of your body," he said in a more serious voice. "In fact, I think you, uh, I, oh, whoever, has a beautiful body."

"Really? You don't think it's too old and frumpy?"

"God, no," he exclaimed, reaching down and untying the belt that held his bath robe wrapped around her, his body. "Look at it. It's beautiful."

Daphne watched on with mixed feelings as the robe parted and then slipped down off his shoulders and fell to the floor.

Norris stood there, in her body, as naked as the day she had been born.

"What are you doing?" she asked him as he reached up and cupped his big, soft breasts.

"I always wondered what it felt like to have your nipples teased," he said.

"Norris, don't do that," she cautioned him.

Just then Daphne caught the faint aroma of liquor on Norris' breath.

"Have you been drinking?" she wanted to know.

"Yeah, I had a couple of drinks when I woke up and found out I didn't have a penis anymore. Wouldn't you?"

She didn't know what to say to that. It must have been shocking to wake up and find out that the center of your universe had been stolen while you slept. She couldn't think straight anymore. Everything was just turned upside down. Inside out. Nothing was sane and normal anymore.

In fact, maybe a drink would make her feel better, too.

"I don't suppose that you would have anything left to drink down in your room?" she asked him, standing in front of him with her hands on his, uh, her hips.

"You won't get mad?" she smiled back at herself, slowly turning and walking back toward his room. Deciding to follow him, she walked along behind herself admiring the sexy way her tight, little ass twitched from side to as she walked. Not bad for a forty-year-old bod, she proudly told herself. If only it were her body—

Pulling his secret bottle of Jack Daniels out of its drawer, he handed it to her.

"You have a glass?" she asked him as she took the bottle from him.

"Naw, I just drink it out of the bottle," he grinned.

"Oh, well—" she sighed, lifting the bottle up to her lips and taking a long swig on it. Coughing, Daphne wiped the back of her hairy hand across her lips to wipe away any liquor that might have escaped. Then when she caught her breath, she took another long swallow on the bottle before handing it back to Norris.

"Thanks," she muttered, looking around his room.

"How does it make you feel to have one now?" he tipsily asked her taking another drink before he twisted the cap back on the bottle and set in on the top of his chest of drawers.

"Have one what?" she asked him.

"You know, a, a penis," he smirked. "How does it feel to have a penis?"

"Norris, watch what you say. I am still your mother, no matter what and I won't have you trying to embarrass me?" she growled.

She knew that she should be mortified, but somehow with the booze, the bizarre body switch, everything seemed surreal.

But what was normal and real in their new world? Her son was in his bedroom, in her body, naked and asking her how she liked her new cock. Could it get any more bizarre?

But even stranger, it somehow didn't seem to matter that he was naked. Well, what difference could it make? He wasn't the one that was really naked. It was her. What would be wrong was for her to see the body she was trapped in. For her to see his body, which sickly was now her body.

Her head was spinning from the tangle of thoughts twirling through it.

"Well?"

"Well, what," she asked, reaching for the bottle of Jack Daniels again and downing a third shot of booze.

"How does it feel?"

Glaring over at him, she watched her big breasts heave as he sat down on his bed. Glancing down, she saw that he was sitting on with his legs spread apart with her, uh, his shaved pussy obscenely displayed between them.

"Uh, you shouldn't sit like that," she told him. "I can, uh, I can see, see your, uh, your parts."

"Why? Does that bother you, Mom? After all, they're your, uh, well they were your parts aren't they?" he grinned, spreading his legs wider apart. "Don't you think they're pretty... I do."

"Please, Norris. Don't do that. I don't know what to think anymore," she whimpered.

"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be a man?" he asked her, getting up and swishing over to her.

"I don't know. Maybe. Maybe, I have," she said, feeling the alcohol begin to take hold, but with much less potency than it usually affected her.

In the past, if she had three drinks that quick, she would have been bombed. Now all she had was a happy buzz.

"I've wondered what it would be like to be a woman," Norris admitted, taking the bottle from her and setting it back on the chest of drawers.

Turning back around, he reached down and plucked the tie string of her housecoat open. Boldly, he pushed the robe off her shoulders and watched it drop to the floor leaving her just as naked as he was.

"What are you doing?" she asked him, taking a small step back.

It felt so funny to see his own naked body standing before him.

"I just wanted to see what I look like," he smiled, reaching down and wrapping his hand around the big cock that dangled down between his, uh, her thighs.

"NORRIS, STOP THAT—STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!" she ordered him trying to step back but was stopped as Norris continued to hold onto her cock and squeeze it. .

"Why? It's mine, isn't it? Like your tits," he smiled, grabbing her hand and shoving it against the quivering breasts. "Feel um—"

"Stop it, Norris and, and, oh just leave it alone," she mumbled.

"What does it feel like to have a cock?" he asked her again ignoring her order as he toyed and fondled with the dangling giant. "Doesn't that feel good?"

"Norris, uh, I, uh, you, uh, you shouldn't be, uh, shouldn't be doing that," she stammered, pulling her hand back away from her breast and trying to push Norris's hand away from her, his, the cock.

"It does feel good, doesn't it?" he smirked.

"Norris, this has gone far enough," she said, trying to twist away from him and jerk his insistent hand away from his, her cock. "This is wrong."

"Why?" he said to her, taking her big, beefy hand in his little, soft one and leading her back over to his bed.

"Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to, uh, to you know, uh, make love to a woman?" he asked sitting down and pulling her down beside him.

"Norris, I am a woman," she emphatically said, "and just in case you haven't noticed I am your mother, too."

"NO. No you're not. Look at yourself. Not now. Not at this very moment. You're a man, or a boy, or whatever, but you're not a woman," he countered, placing his hand back on her cock. "And now, at this precise moment, today, I am a woman," he softly said. "A very beautiful and desirous woman. I am a woman that wants to feel what it feels like to have a man inside me."

"Oh, No, Norris," she whimpered, "we can't do that. That is so wrong. So very, very wrong. It's not natural."

"This is natural, Mom?" he wanted to know, holding his arms out away from his body to expose it. "I'm you and you're me. Is that natural? Is that normal?"

"No, it's not. Nothing is normal anymore," she tried to make sense out what was happening and trying to keep it from spiraling dangerously out of control.

"Is this normal?" he asked her, squeezing and fondling the big cock that was straining to lift its revolting head up out of her lap. "What's right and what's wrong anymore? Besides, if you're me, and I'm you, if we did it, it would be like doing it to ourselves, wouldn't it? You would be doing it to yourself and I, I would be letting myself do it to me. Wouldn't it?

"Oh, Norris, you're making it sound so, so complicated. It's making me so confused," she groaned, looking down and seeing his hand slowly stroking the malignancy that was gradually ripening and lifting up out from between her hairy legs. "It isn't simple and it's called i****t. i****t, no matter how things look, how things are, what you call it or how you try to justify it. It's still i****t!"

She could feel the blood pumping into the gigantic cock as it struggled to lift its head. But she could also feel the excitement bubbling up from it as it grew harder and harder.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Mother?" he softly asked her as he stroked his, her ripening penis. "Don't you want to fuck your wonderful pussy with your own big, hard penis? Doesn't it make you excited to think about fucking yourself with your own cock?"

"Oh, God, Norris, what are you trying to do to me?" she wept. "I could never do that. That is sick."

"Then, wouldn't you like to suck on your titties," he asked her, cupping one of his big breasts and lifting it up to her lips.

Pressing the big, bulging nipple against her, his lips, he waited until she finally opened her mouth and tentatively sucked the soft nub into her mouth.

"Yes, mother, yes, it feels so good," he murmured.

Her senses were being bombarded by new and unique sensations as she nibbled on her own breast. She could see her own hot, little hand working up and down on her son's giant cock, but it wasn't her hand, and it was her that was feeling the strange, new excitement welling up from the cock. She had never felt anything like it. It was much more potent than the soft, warm feelings of her own excitement from the past. It made her want to dominate her son. Dominate him and overwhelm him. She wanted to conquer him with her new-found masculinity. She wanted to possess him and impale him with her, his own cock. Now she would be the master and he, being the man would be her slave. But even as these thoughts spun through her head, she knew that it would be his body that she would use to gain dominance over him and she would be abusing her own body with his gigantic monster to gain this victory. Was it worth it?

It was sick. It was scary. It was exciting. It was so fucking wicked. And it was so, so wrong. He was wrong for goading her into this sickness. After all, these emotions and feelings were new to her. They had been his and now they were hers. And she didn't know how to control them. How to hold them back so they wouldn't destroy them both. He had to stop prodding her or she would have to retaliate.

"Come on, Mother," he needled her, "don't you want to fuck me with your big, hard cock?"

"Yesssss," she finally hissed, scrambling up to her hands and knees and shoving him down onto his back.

"Yes, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you until you beg for mercy. I want to fuck you so hard you'll beg me to stop. Yes, I'm going to fuck you. And I'm going to fuck you with your own fucking cock. Right now."

"DO IT!" He blurted out, throwing his legs apart and baring himself to her.

She had no practice at being the attacker but this didn't seem to matter as she stood over him. Grabbing hold of his huge, thick penis, she bent it down toward her own weeping cunt. Just the thought that she was about to slide her son's giant cock down into her own waiting cunt was enough to make the cum inside her recently acquired balls come to a boil.

Pushing, searching for the delicate softness of the opening, she raked the cock's monstrous head up and down the oozing wetness. Coating the huge cockhead with her, his own juices, she franticly fitted the tapered roundness down into the hot, slippery hole.

Oh, God, she couldn't believe it. She was about to fuck her son, fuck her son and herself at the same time. It was insane—

Grunting, she hunched her hips down and sent his, her giant cock knifing down into the fiery tightness of her own cunt. He was so hot and ready for her, the cock slashed down through the meaty cunt all the way to the hilt on the first thrust.

"Fucking God," he cried out, reaching up and wrapping his dainty, feminine arms around her thick muscular neck.

"Yes, Mother, fuck me," he groveled, "fuck me with my cock."

The feeling that surging up from her dick sent spasms of hot, pulsing pleasure tearing up her spine and exploding into her brain.

So this is what man felt when he fucked, she groaned to herself as she began to rock her hips back and forth. Wanting to have it all, she watched her big, wriggling tits slosh back and forth underneath her as she hammered her son's gigantic cock down into her hungry cunt. She loved the joy welling up from her new cock, but she wondered what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of the fucking she was giving her son.

"You Like it, like it, like your, your big, big fucking, cock fucking you?" she blathered out jerking her butt back and forth and pounding the giant pillar of rock-hard meat down into her own pussy," Like to, to get, get fucked, fucked by, by your, your big, big damned, damned cock?"

"Yes, yes, yes," he hissed back at her. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

The massive slab of rock-hard man-meat plowed through the hot, clutching meat of her—his cunt like a jackhammer gone berserk.

She could feel her own fingernails leaving long bloody scratches as they dug down into what was now her butt as it bounced up and down while Norris tried to pull her deeper and deeper into the forbidden depths of the salivating cunt that was devouring his, her cock.

It was too difficult to distinguish who was who and what was what as they furiously fucked each other.

Now she could feel it. Feel the boiling, bubbling froth of cum inside her balls. She could feel it churning violently, seeking release from the core of his, her masculinity, seeking freedom to fill the core of her own femininity. To fill her cunt with its potency and virility, to drench her in its hot strength and create new life. She wanted to make herself pregnant.

MAKE HERSELF PREGNANT?

This wickedly-evil thought pushed her beyond the point of control and she felt the monster between her legs begin to jump and jerk as it shot out load after load of lethal poison into her cunt.

She had never felt anything like it before. It was like a hand grenade going off between her legs. Great, pulsing, gushing gobs of fiery cum shot up through her convulsing prick and spewed out into her own hot, clutching cunt as her spine was bombarded with the jolts of pleasure flashing up and down it.

She was man. She was victor. She was conqueror.

Then she felt herself began to shake and quiver. No, it wasn't her, it was Norris. Norris was having an orgasm. She had made her own son climax. And it was his first orgasm as a woman. What was going through his head?

"Mommy. Mommy. Mommy," he wailed as his body writhed and shook with pleasure.

It felt like her whole body was being consumed by the evil fire that rampaged out of control inside her cock. Consumed by the unholy heat, melting her and pouring herself down into her own overheated cunt.

It was so different. It was hot, sweaty, fiery passion that poured through her body now instead of the low-burning fire of her other self's orgasm. Everything was being consumed by the conflagration. Nothing would be saved. It would all be sacrificed in the name of gratification and self-indulgence. She could hold nothing back and expected no less from her son.

Finally, she felt it end...

"Daphne Cones to Daphne Cones,

Norris Cones to Norris Cones

woman to woman,

boy to boy,

mother to mother,

son to son,

let mother be mother,

let son be son,

bodies back to before,

minds go back over,

Trading spaces, Mother with mother,

Trading spaces, Son with son,

Hocus pocus—Hocus pocus—Hocus pocus—Let it end—" Wanda smiled, closing the book and picking it up. Now it was time to go see. Go see what kind of havoc she had wreaked on the Cones household she cackled as she slid the book back into its place on the shelf..

~~~

Panting and gasping for breath, Norris suddenly felt the room lurch. Feeling nauseous, he closed his eyes as the room spun out of control. What now, he thought to himself? What else was in store for them?

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the room lurched to a halt. Everything stopped spinning. The room was suddenly quiet, filled with an eerie silence as he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking down, he saw his mother looking up at him with a look of horror on her face. But wait, he thought, what was this? He was bewildered once again. Was he back in his own body again? Squeezing his eyes shut once again, he held them closed tightly for several seconds as he shook his head to clear it before he tentatively opened them.

His mother was still staring up at him with a stunned look on her beautiful face. She had her long slender arms d****d around his shoulders as if she were holding onto him so he couldn't escape. Slowly, he looked down between them and saw that they were still joined. Joined with his penis still embedded deep inside the warm, cum-drenched channel of her wondrous vagina.

What was happening now? Were they still fucking? Was he himself now?

Another shiver of excitement ran through his body. Now he was the son. He was the son and she was the mother once again. He was fucking his mother. Fucking her with his own cock and not hers.

Whatever it was that had possessed them, had freed them from its hold and returned them to their own bodies.

Before it was different. While it had been wrong, things had been so confused it didn't seem to matter. They had been caught up in the sheer eroticism of it. She was him and he was her. It just didn't seem to be that wrong. But now, now this was flagrant, out and out, mother and son i****t, she thought as she stared up at her son. He was on top of her with his cock shoved down deep inside her cunt that was still twitching from the orgasm that had just coursed through it.

All at once, she felt him move. Thank God, she thought as she felt the massive cock slithering back down the flooded channel of her vagina. He's going to take it out.

Then, just as she thought he would pull out, she heard him grunt and drive all nine inches of his cock back into her.

"No, don't," she cried out. "We can't."

"Can't?" he mumbled, confused. "We, we just did."

"No, no, it's different now," she whined, trying to push him away.

"No, no, it's still the same," he argued. "But this time I'm fucking you. I want to fuck you, too. You fucked me."

"But this is i****t," she whimpered. "Before it was, was, I don't know what it was, but it was different."

"Why, because you, you were the man," he groaned, easing his cock back down her cunt a few inches.

"Whatever," she grumbled, "we can't do this now. It isn't right."

"Mother," he grunted, slamming his cock back into her roughly. "You fucked me. I don't know why you think this is any different, but I am going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you and come inside your cunt. Now if you want to just lie there and take it, so be it. Or you can come with me, and enjoy the fuck of your life."

"No, No, Norris," she sniveled, "Don't do this. It's wrong."

"Too bad," he snorted, jerking his hips back and impaling her with all nine inches of his hardening prick.

Slowly at first, he began to rock his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her. He could still feel the resistance in her tense body as she tried to hold him away with her hands.

Staring down at her, he slowly wrapped his hands around her wrists and pinned her to the bed. Without missing a beat, he continued to pump his prick in and out of the drooling slit between her legs. He wanted her to want him, to need him, to love him like he loved her, but if she didn't he was still going to have her. Just as she had, had him.

Unmoving, she let him have his way with her. After several minutes, she felt herself begin to melt. She couldn't let him know, but his pistoning prick was beginning to awaken stirrings down there. It was becoming more and more difficult to hide her excitement. Then, he bent down and gave her a long, tender kiss on the lips.

"Ummmm," she groaned, trying to stave off the warm, growing heat seeping out of her overstuffed cunt.

Norris could feel the tension slowly bleeding off as he gently nibbled at her lips.

She couldn't stop herself as she began to mew. Opening her mouth, she lovingly nipped and toyed with his lips as she began to answer his thrusts with thrusts of her own.

As their mouths hungrily consumed each other, their bodies began to slap together with lewd, vulgar sounds as they fucked. This time as lovers. There was no holding back now. She had conceded to his dominance. He was now the master and she the slave. She would be his slave. She would please him and pleasure him with her body.

Letting go of her wrists, he grabbed handfuls of her giant, wriggling breasts teasing and tormenting them mercilessly as he fucked her. As his hands tormented her, she grabbed handfuls of his ass and dug her long, sharp fingernails into his smarting skin. Scratching at his bounding ass, she coaxed him along with her sharp claws threatening to slash him if he didn't respond to her demands. Their bodies became one as they writhed and flailed about in sadistic pleasure. Groveling obscenely, mother and son were man and woman now, each of them consecrating their unholy union by defiling the other's body.

Taking him and letting him drink from the sacredness of her motherhood, she tried to consume him with her barren womb. Squeezing and milking on the giant prick with her cunt, she tried to suck him back inside the fiery incubator that had nurtured and protected him so long ago. She wanted to relive her pregnancy. She wanted to be pregnant with life again. She wanted him inside of her once again. Inside her and growing as she possessed him.

He wanted to go back. Go back to that time so long ago. Go back inside and be possessed by her. To let her nurture and love him as only a mother could love her son. No matter how many loves a man had in his life, there was only one true, undying, unquestioning love. And that was the love he was feeling at this moment as he savagely attacked the wondrous deepness of her womb with his monstrous cock.

But deeply disappointed, inside his heart of hearts he knew that he couldn't go back. He would never be able to return to that wonderful dark, warm place inside her. This is as far inside her as he could ever venture. But he could fill her womb with his evil seed. Fill it and plant a seed to grow there once again. He could plant the wicked seed, let it germinate, sprout and grow inside his mother.

"Yes, yes, yes," she hissed as if she were reading his mind. "Give me your wonderful, beautiful seed and I will grow it for you. Grow it and make our baby. Yes, give it to me and I will guard it with my life."

He had to give it up. Release it into her so it could find its new sanctuary.

"GODDDDDDDD!" he bellowed out as his penis exploded inside of her, bursting and sending out a great river of thick, potent egg-seeking sperm into her cunt.

"YESSSSS," she clamored, trying to suck his whole body into her with the convulsive movement of her cunt as it attached itself to his spurting, spewing cock.

The tendrils of muscle and tissue wrapped themselves around his exploding monster trying to wring out every last sperm as his malignancy emptied itself inside of her over and over again. Cups, buckets, then rivers of hot, sticky cum gushed out of him filling her clinging vagina to overflowing in seconds as their bodies became one to produce another.

Time stopped for him. There was no longer a need for him to live. He had sacrificed his life for the life that he had planted deep inside her mother's wondrous cunt. But he didn't die. He was tenuously clinging to life. But, he couldn't leave her now. Now that she was with his c***d. His c***d. A c***d he must grow with. Grow with and protect. His c***d. Their c***d.

Norris could barely move. He felt like he was dead from the waist down.

It took every ounce of strength he possessed to finally pull back and ease his cum-lathered penis out of his mother's drenched pussy.

"Jeez, Honey, how much booze did you drink? I feel like I've been on a three-day binge," Daphne complained shaking her head to try and clear away the cobwebs.

"A little bit," he grinned rolling up against her and pulling a big tit over to his mouth...

End