The Temptation of Bobby
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The morning sun streaming through the kitchen windows beside her
rendered the thin, billowy fabric of Linda's yellow, baby doll nightie
practically transparent. It was no accident that as she vigorously
stirred a bowl of pancake batter, the shape of her huge breasts and
rock-hard nipples were clearly visible to her young son, Bobby. The
twelve year old sat just a few feet away wearing a pink cotton
nightshirt she had bought for him. The nails on his fingers and toes
were painted a shade of light purple that she had helped him apply.
Linda could feel the tension growing within the boy as he was totally
absorbed by her wildly shaking bosoms. Delighted, the pretty brunette
further exaggerated the motion of her breasts. She knew her preteen son
was becoming more sissified every day. By the time she was finished
employing the feminizing tactics that she had devised, he would be
pawing at his undeveloped chest begging for a set of tits all his own.
And, she would see to it that he got them.
"Would you like a couple of big ones?" Linda asked innocently as she
thrust her breasts towards her son.
"Ummm..." The small boy hesitated, his eyes still glued to his mother's
massive endowments.
"Not these big ones!" Linda giggled, shaking her boobs playfully. "These
big ones." She laughed as she held up the bowl.
"Y-y-yeah. I want a couple," Bobby stammered.
"I bet you do." The woman grinned coyly. "You are such a girl. I bet you
want a couple of really big ones!"
Bobby sat mute. Inside, his heart screamed, 'I do!'
Linda turned back to her work and poured four large circles of batter
onto a countertop grill.
"We don't just have to have big ones like these, baby." Linda pointed at
the pancakes beginning to bake. "We can both have big ones like these."
She turned her tits towards him again. "Would you like that?"
He looked up at her with longing in his eyes.
"I thought so," his mother smiled knowingly.
All during breakfast, Bobby was distracted by his mother's body. Not
only did her sheer nightgown leave little to the imagination, but her
panties were so small, they were swallowed up by the crack of her ass.
Her big butt cheeks hung out like twin crescent moons. They spread out
broad and flat on the wooden seat of her chair. Gnawing feelings of envy
towards Linda's generous curves gripped her son as his desires to
possess such wonderful feminine accessories grew ever stronger.
After the meal came to a close, Bobby helped Linda clean up the mess and
put their dirty plates in the dishwasher. When they finished, Linda gave
the child a set of directives.
"I know it's Saturday, but go ahead and jump in the shower, Bobby and
don't dawdle. Get in, wash off, and get on out. And, be sure and wash
your hair. I'm gonna take one, too. And, I have to shave my legs. So,
you should beat me out. You hear me?"
"Yes, ma'am."
As his mom walked away, Bobby went into his bedroom and gaily selected a
pretty outfit to wear for the day. He chose a pink top and purple
sleeves, his two favorite colors, with the word 'PRINCESS' printed
across the front in glittery ink. Bruce, his mom's boyfriend, had given
the shirt to him. And, Bobby liked to wear it, because he knew it was
Bruce's favorite. He took it from the closet and carefully placed it
upon his bed.
One of the best things about having a mom now, was that she bought him
lots of girly clothes to wear. The blue jeans Bobby laid out sat low on
his hips and were embellished with pink and purple floral appliqu?s and
sequins that coordinated perfectly with his top. The pants even had a
matching belt! He threw a pair of white socks onto the bed next to his
clothes and took a pair of black, high-heeled girl's ankle boots out of
his closet and set them at the foot of the bed. Happy with his choices,
Bobby began to undress for his shower.
He did manage to finish bathing before his mom. He walked through the
living area of their condo with a towel wrapped around his torso and
another one around his head just like a girl. He took a can of diet soda
from the refrigerator and opened it. As he took his first gulps, he
heard his mother calling for him.
"Bobby? Are you out yet?" she hollered from her bathroom.
Leaving the beverage on the kitchen counter, the young boy scurried down
the hallway towards his mom's voice. When he got to her bedroom, the
door was open. So, he went ahead and started to walk inside. But, he
slammed to a halt in the doorway, staggered by the awe-inspiring sight
of his mother's bare backside and fully exposed vulva as she bent over
drying her legs. Bobby's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He had
never seen a woman's butt and private parts displayed in such a blatant
manner. They looked amazing. The flair of his mother's wide hips
contrasted with her small waist and made her buttocks look humongous.
The crack of her ass dipped down to the cleft of her vulva in an almost
continuous line. Bobby could see the way that the thick, brown outer
lips of his mom's pussy surrounded her pink inner lips. He also noticed
straightaway that her privates did not have any pubic hair. She had to
have shaved it all off, he reasoned. His mother's breasts were largely
hidden by her legs. But, the boy could still see the side of one boob,
almost to the nipple. He watched as it wobbled around. Quickly, before
she noticed his presence, Bobby backed out into the hall.
Unbeknownst to him, Linda looked over her shoulder and smiled at the
empty doorway where she was fully aware her son had just been standing.
She had purposely kept her doors open and assumed that position until
his arrival. It was a calculated move on her part, designed to introduce
the boy to the pussy between his former father's legs and further
inflame the transgendered desires growing within him.
"Young lady, very soon you'll have a little split-tail all your own.
Now, you know what you have to look forward to," she mused.
She wrapped her towel around herself, fixed it tight, and called out to
her son again.
"Bobby, come here a second. I have some things for you."
Trying to contain her excitement, Linda took a plastic bag from Kmart
out of her closet and placed it upon her dresser. Her hands were
practically shaking with anticipation over what she had in mind.
"What is it, Mom?" Bobby said breathlessly as he stood in her doorway
again. She smiled at her son's face glowing red over the nudity he had
just witnessed.
"I have a few things I bought for you. They're in here." Linda placed
the bag on her bed and turned her back to the boy. She pulled open a
dresser drawer and took out a pair of plain white panties. Without a
word or any seeming consideration, she stepped one foot and then the
other into the underpants and slid them up her freshly shaven legs.
Then, she immodestly lifted her towel and brought the panties into
place. Bobby stared intently, drinking in her every movement. When she
finished putting on her show, Linda turned to face her son.
"Well, go ahead and open it, Bobby," she said softly. "I think you are
going to like what's inside."
As he picked up the bag, Bobby noticed it was quite light in weight.
Curious, he slowly opened it. Inside, he found three pairs each of pink
and white panties and three white cotton training bras. He removed the
items one by one, shyly inspecting each. His demure outward appearance
masked the thrill he felt inside. The young boy's heart was beating
madly in his chest at the look and feel of the feminine undergarments.
"You've been wearing boy's briefs under all your pretty clothes. It's
time you had some girl's underthings of your own," his mother stated.
"Why don't you put your panties on now?" she cooed.
Bobby looked up at his mom's beaming face. She looked so sweet and
supportive. Bobby put the items on her bed and readjusted the towel upon
his body. Then, he took a pair of his new panties and carefully stepped
into them, first one foot and then the other, and slid them up into
place under his towel using the same technique he had just picked up
from his mother.
"You are such a good girl," Linda's pretty voice sang proudly. "How do
they feel?"
"I like them," Bobby said, looking up at her without expression. He was
too aroused for his face to show the passion swirling inside of him. He
did, indeed, like them. A lot. The soft, delicate fabric felt so light
and wonderful against his small, stiffening penis.
"Let me see how they look," his mother implored.
Embarrassed, Bobby nonetheless complied and demurely unwrapped his towel
to let his mom inspect his pantied body. Linda looked down at the
obvious erection outlined in the thin fabric. It was exactly the
reaction she had expected. She was overjoyed.
"You look so beautiful, Bobby!" she praised. "I have the most beautiful
daughter in the world!"
Bobby looked up at her with a bashful, adorable smile. He felt awkward
standing there with an erection sticking out in a pair of pink panties
for his mother to see. But, he felt so happy to please her. And, he
loved being called her 'beautiful daughter!'
"Let's put on our bras!" Linda said, gushing with enthusiasm.
Her next action caught Bobby totally off-guard. With utter nonchalance,
Linda dropped her towel to the floor and casually revealed her gigantic
bosoms to her astonished child. Bobby gulped and his eyes grew wide as
they soaked in the unrestricted view of his mother's extraordinary bust.
The sight of any completely naked breasts up close would have been an
overwhelming experience for the twelve year old. But, Linda's enormous,
pendulous bosoms with their huge areolas were simply beyond his capacity
to process. He had glimpsed his former father's womanly ornaments before
and had gotten a good view of them earlier while she was wearing her
yellow nightie, but this was something altogether different.
"Grab one of your new bras, Bobby," Linda said as she walked topless
over to her dresser and bent to open a drawer.
Her son did not move. It was as if he had not even heard her speaking.
Bobby was essentially in a trance as he watched his mother's breasts
swinging hypnotically from her chest.
Linda selected a bra from her dresser and shut the drawer. As she
bounced back over towards her son, she perceived his spellbound state.
She stopped in front of him with her nipples merely inches away from his
face. Even though she was practically motionless, her breasts still had
a slight quiver to them.
"You are really staring!" she sweetly teased. The statement shook Bobby
from his daze.
"I-I'm sorry." The boy quickly looked away and then up at Linda. His
face was flushed with embarrassment.
"It's okay to stare, baby. We're both girls, now," Linda softly
declared. "Go ahead and get a good look. It's only normal for a daughter
to be curious about her mother's breasts."
The affection in her voice gave Bobby a warm feeling inside. Whether
male or female, he and his parent had always been close. Now, they were
sharing more intimately than ever before. He smiled meekly. And though
his face was still masked in crimson, he stole his gaze away from
Linda's pretty blue eyes and returned it to her bosoms. Smiling, Linda
gave them the subtlest of shakes.
"Do you like them?" she asked quietly.
"They're beautiful," Bobby sighed. "They're so big."
"Yes, they are."
"Do you like them being that big?"
"Of course."
"Hmm..." His face turned serious. His mother intuitively sensed the
reason behind his expression.
"What? You can ask me anything you want."
"Why is all that around your nipples so big?"
"Those are my areolas. They are different sizes on different ladies. I
just happen to be a lady that has really big ones."
"Do you like that?"
"Very much."
"How do they feel?"
"They feel wonderful, sweetie. Do you like them?"
"Yes." He nodded. "A lot."
"Well, hey, you have a pair, too!"
"Mine are not near that big!"
"No. But, from little acorns," she said pointing at her son's chest,
"grow mighty oaks." She finished the statement by indicating her own
astoundingly developed mammaries.
Bobby stood and contemplated the implications of her assertion. He too
could grow 'mighty oaks' of his own. He looked from his mother's chest
and then to his own.
"Would you like that?" she asked softly. "Would you like to have bosoms,
too?"
Her son's small face looked so cute as he again looked from her chest
and back to his. Then, he meekly turned his eyes up to her and nodded.
"Yes," he squeaked.
'You can," Linda's said sweetly. "Whenever you feel like you're ready,
all you have to do is ask me. And, you can have a pair all your own."
"How?" Bobby asked. "By signing me up to Presto-Chango?"
"Well, sort of," she went on to explain. "They would allow you to become
a girl from time to time until you turn eighteen. Then, you would have
to start dating guys from the site if you wanted to keep becoming a
girl."
"Oh." Bobby looked concerned. "But, aren't all those guys like...
older?"
"Mmm, I think you'd be surprised how many guys are on there who are
eighteen or just a little older than that."
"Oh." Bobby stood thinking. "How much is from time to time?"
Linda laughed. "I think, pretty much, anytime you are not in school."
"That is a lot of time," he stated flatly.
"Yes," his mother said serenely. "But, then, we could really be girls
together."
Bobby pondered the thought. He looked at his topless mother, her giant
breasts and wide hips, the enticing 'V' nestled between her beautiful,
supple bare legs.
"Anytime?" he whispered.
"Anytime," his mother replied.
"Could I..." His voice was barely audible. "Could I be a girl now?"
"Of course," Linda said reaching over and brushing some loose hair
behind his ear. "I think you're ready"
He was ready. And, his mother knew it. Just a couple of short months
age, her son had been a normal, rambunctious preteen boy. But, constant
exposure to his gorgeous former father's voluptuous, mind-blowing body
and her feminizing machinations had turned him into a yielding sissy
eager for girlish curves and a twat between his legs.
"C'mon, precious," Linda beckoned. "Come with Mama."
Obediently, Bobby walked with his mother as she led him into the living
area. There, she sat down on the couch, popped open her laptop, and
booted it up. Still topless, she looked up at her son and smiled.
"We never did get those bras on," she sighed. "It's probably just as
well. We don't really have any idea what size you're going to be."
The boy stood next to her in his pink panties still possessing a firm
penis. He watched as Linda logged onto the Presto-Chango homepage. His
stomach knotted as the reality of the situation began to sink in. He was
about to need a bra!
"How big is Julie Mackay, Bobby?" Linda asked.
"I-I don't know."
"Well, I noticed she's the biggest in your class. Wouldn't it something
if you got as big as her!"
Bobby imagined it. Every guy in his class called Julie Mackay 'The
Titties.' When she would exercise during P.E. class, the boys would
snicker and nudge each other. "Look at 'The Titties!" they would joke
while watching her bouncing chest. The girl's early maturing glands were
only the size of a grown woman's 36B cup breasts. But, that was easily
enough development on a sixth grader to garner Julie Mackay all forms of
jeers and ogling. If he were to become that big, Bobby wondered if boys
would call him names.
"I'm almost finished, Bobby," Linda said, as she typed away on the
computer keyboard. "I already started a profile for you one night while
you were asleep." She glanced at him and smiled.
"You did?" he asked, surprised.
"Well, I was hoping. Hoping you'd want to become the precious daughter I
know you will be."
The nervousness in his stomach intensified. Bobby enjoyed wearing girl's
things. And, he loved being able to share feminine experiences with his
mother. However, now that he understood he was only moments away from
actually becoming a girl, the young boy began feeling considerable
apprehension.
"There. All done!" Linda proclaimed as she finished typing. "Are you
ready, baby?"
Bobby shrugged. Fear registered on his face.
"It's okay," Linda affirmed. She sensed the sudden trepidation in her
child. But, she wasn't going to let him back out now, not when he was
this close. Standing, she delivered what she hoped would be the coup de
grace. She quickly removed her panties and presented her entire nude
body to her hesitant son. She cocked her hip and parted her legs to
shoulder width.
His eyes instantly locked onto her fat, hairless pussy.
"All I have to do is hit 'enter', and you'll be just like me," she said
as seductively as she possibly could. Her son took about a millisecond
to respond.
"Yes!" he panted, nodding furiously. "Yes! Hit it, Mom!"
Linda turned her back and leaned forward towards her laptop. As her
light-headed son gawked at her naked snatch and dangling tits, she
looked over her shoulder at him.
"It'll be okay, Bobby. I promise."
The former Henry Benton struck the key that would change her son's life
forever.
The lightness in Bobbie's head turned to delirium. It was as if he had
become extremely drunk. Warm sensations swept over him. His eyes lolled
back in his head. He felt as if he were submerged in a hot bath.
How much time was passing was something she could not tell. But, her
mind slowly came into focus. As it did, Bobbie became fully aware of the
changes that had taken place to her body.
"Just relax, Bobbie. It's alright," Linda whispered calmly to her new
daughter. "You look beautiful!"
Bobbie was no longer a 'son' in any way shape or form. Her pubic mound
clearly attested to that fact. In the space between Bobbie's pretty legs
rested the peach fuzz covered genitals of a young woman in the midst of
puberty. The outline of the former boy's vulva created a prominent
'camel toe' in the material of her pink panties. The cotton fabric was
now firmly wedged between exaggerated buttocks considerably plumper and
more conspicuous than before and which were framed by hips that rounded
delightfully from the now female's diminutive waist. Those astounding
changes were matched by the ones that had taken place to her chest. Two
oversized cone-shaped bosoms jutted from the petite torso of the young
girl. The glands were like two conical flesh peaks upon her ribcage,
wider at the base and narrowing at the tips. Her gravity-defying breasts
were capped by erect areola nipple complexes that looked like a
tangerine had been halved and each half affixed to the end of a boob.
These were clearly breasts that were still developing. These were breast
buds, just extremely large breast buds. They were the same size as 36C
cup breasts on a full-grown woman. Which meant Bobbie was even bigger
than 'The Titties,' Julie Mackay . The sight of such a pair on a little,
baby-faced twelve year old was shocking.
"Oh, my goodness, Bobbie! You're huge!" Linda gushed. Her jaw was slack
with amazement. "I-I don't believe it!"
Bobbie stared down at her jumbo boobies. She was visibly shaking. She
looked up at her mother with a frantic expression. "I-I-I..." Put into
shock by the transformation, words could not be grasped by the
bewildered girl. Then, suddenly, primal sexual urges kicked in and she
instinctively began bouncing her sizable endowments. "Oh, oh, oh!" She
bellowed as she shook her new breasts. Up and down, around in big
circles, her tits flopped. The incredible sensations of her jiggling
projectiles ignited the young girl's passions. She was overcome with
sheer ecstasy.
"I take it you like them!" her mother laughed loudly.
"Oh, oh, oh, yes!" Bobbie blurted out between bounces. She reached up
and clutched her bosoms, squeezing and kneading them hungrily.
Linda watched her daughter pawing at her own breasts like a bitch in
heat. She was well acquainted with that feeling, herself. She allowed
the girl to go on with her fondling. But, she eventually put a stop to
it.
"Bobbie! Bobbie! Snap out of it, babygirl. Why don't you go take a look
at yourself in the mirror and see how pretty you are now," Linda
admonished her daughter.
The sound of her mother's voice wrenched the girl from her euphoric
state. Tits in hand, she came back down-to-earth.
"I'm pretty?" she asked her mother uncertainly.
"You are absolutely gorgeous, sweetie. Go look."
Bobbie released the grip on her boobs. She started towards her bedroom
before stopping to make sure her parent would follow. Of course, Linda
was going to follow. The two former males walked hand-in-hand down the
hallway with their ample, womanly flesh bouncing pleasurably.
As the daughter beheld her feminine reflection in the mirror for the
first time, she felt even more like herself than the first time she had
worn makeup. She gleefully stripped away her panties and stood naked
before the mirror drinking in the sight of her shapely, young body and
fuzzy, little pussy.
Her big, triangle tits dominated her upper body.
"I'm all boobies!" she giggled.
"You sure are!" her mom agreed. "But, your booty sticks out pretty good,
too!"
Bobbie twisted to get a better look at her backside. It was not a big,
wide ass like her mom's. But, it did stick out a lot.
"I got a monkey butt," she declared.
"Don't say that," Linda responded. "You have a great butt."
"I didn't mean it in a bad way," Bobbie clarified. "I like my monkey
butt!"
"Okay, then!" Her mother laughed. "You are a screwball. A beautiful
screwball! Bruce is going to love how cute you are now."
Bobbie looked at her and smiled a radiant, toothy grin. She wanted Bruce
to think she was cute and could not wait for him to see her.
As Bobbie continued examining herself in the mirror, Linda observed the
way her daughter's new sex peeked out enticingly from under her naked,
protruding buttocks.
"There's your little split-tail," the mother reflected with a proud
sense of accomplishment. She watched silently as Bobbie probed her new
female genitalia with trembling fingers. Linda felt quite satisfied both
by having stripped away her son's tiny penis and emasculated him to the
point where she knew, eventually, another male's much larger dick would
invade the place it had vacated.
Bobbie's right hand fiddled with her vulva while her left groped her
jutting, pointy tits.
"Why don't I leave you alone for a while?" Linda said starting towards
the bedroom door. "Take all the time you need, babygirl." She smiled as
she shut the door behind her and left her now daughter to enjoy her new,
female play toys.
About three hours later, Linda was doing some laundry when she heard the
shower running in Bobbie's bathroom. Surprised, she had not seen nor
heard her daughter moving around in the hallway. She took her laundry
basket into the living area, sat down on the couch, and began folding
clothes. A few minutes later, her former son walked into the room
wearing a baby blue t-shirt and white short-shorts. The young girl's
sizable, obviously braless. chest projected dramatically, accentuated by
the now too tight garment. Linda was a little taken aback that her
daughter's hair had grown well past shoulder length in their time apart.
But, she knew that was how Presto-Chango's magic worked.
The girl was now the spitting image of her mother. The resemblance was
uncanny.
"I fell asleep." Bobbie's melodious voice sounded just like her mom's as
the preteen attempted to explain her prolonged absence.
"I kinda figured," Linda said matter-of-factly.
"I'm-I'm sorry I spazzed out so bad before," Bobbie said sheepishly.
"Not a problem. Believe me, if anyone understands, It's me." Linda held
her arms out and beckoned her daughter into an embrace. Bobbie sat down
next to her mother. The two females hugged warmly. Their breasts
flattened as they pressed into each other.
"How do you feel now?" Linda asked as she released her hold.
"I feel wonderful." Bobbie's eyes welled with tears. "It's the best
thing that's ever happened to me."
Linda felt her own eyes growing misty. "I'm glad you feel that way, baby
girl. Now, we can share everything together, like we did before. Only,
it will be even better, now that we're girls!"
"I know!" Bobbie agreed. A tear rolled down her pretty cheek.
Linda gathered the tear upon her thumb and brought it to her lips,
kissing it gently.
"I love you so much," she tenderly spoke. "You are my whole world."
"And, you're mine," Bobbie lovingly replied.
The women embraced once again.
"Hey, you need to dry this hair," Linda remarked, lifting a few strands
of Bobbie's damp locks. "Why don't you finish getting ready. Because, I
bet Bruce will want to come over and get a look at you!"
"Okay!" Bobbie gushed. "Don't call him until I get ready!"
"Will do," Linda laughed. "Already turning into a fussy girl, aren't you
Miss Priss?"
"Hey!" Bobbie cocked her hips and placed her hands upon them. "I can't
be any worse than you!" she teased.
"I don't know about that!" Linda retorted. "We'll see."
She watched as her beautiful, bare-legged daughter skipped out of sight.
Her small, delicate feet lightly padded along the floor. Her round,
overly protruding buttocks swished back and forth girlishly.
"She really does have a monkey butt," Linda smiled.
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