I woke up in darkness. I tried to move, but couldn't. There was some sort of soft cloth pulled tight against my face. I was confused and scared. I tried to look around but I couldn't - it almost felt like skin was holding me back, of all things. The more I tried to move the more I realized I really was being held back by some sort of skin. I tried to stretch my jaw, but it felt weird. My lips were tinier and felt swollen, and my mouth felt incredibly, impossibly tight and small. I swallowed; but it wasn't saliva that went down my throat, but instead a salty, gooier substance. My heart started racing. I tried to call out - but all that came out was "mmmrrrrppphhhh". I was starting to panic.

Suddenly, my whole world rolled over, and I heard a soft moan a couple feet above me. Suddenly, my face was being mashed into a soft surface - it felt like a bed. It was suddenly a lot harder to breathe, and a lot more uncomfortable. I tried desperately to move my arms or my legs, but I couldn't feel them. I could feel my face, and my throat, and I could still hear and see and feel, I just couldn't move very much. But this time I really tried to wrestle against the imminent pressure, even though it wasn't doing much. The harder I wrestled, the more tingly my throat felt, and I couldn't help but feel pleasure...? It was like some invisible force was tickling my throat, but the force was emanating from the very insides of my throat and mouth. I wiggled my tongue - I still had that, at least. Like the rest of my body, I couldn't move it much.

Suddenly, a strange wetness was coming from the skin from inside my mouth - welling up below my tongue and out from the insides of my throat. The wetness was salty, and gooey. I tried to pucker my mouth from the slightly unpleasant taste, but nothing could work. I couldn't even spit - I didn't have an ounce of saliva in my mouth, just this... saltiness.

The pressure of the mattress against my face was starting to get unbearable. Suddenly, I screamed the loudest I could - and I surprised myself, since it was actually quite loud. My world rolled over yet again, relieving the pressure against my face. God, I was so sweaty and stinky, I just wanted to get out of this weird fabric prison. I could smell a strong scent of old, musty vegetables, and still taste that salty goo.

"Oooohhh baaabbbbyyyy..." an older feminine voice cooed from above me. Was that my mom? It sounded like her...

Suddenly, a hand fumbled against my face, and I squinted my eyes to try not getting poked. That voice gasped - yes, it was definitely my mom's voice.

"Brian?", she asked. Suddenly, finally, that tight fabric was pulled down from my face. I saw my mom's face lean over, upside down from my view, and I could see her stomach and her tits towering above me. That was when I realized, when I looked down and saw the two flabby pillars of flesh that would be my mom's legs, that I realized I had somehow become a part of her. She got up, walking towards the mirror, the thuds of her footsteps shaking me and the skin around me.

She looked into the mirror, and I looked into it as well. My heart stopped in terror. Somehow, my face was sort of transplanted onto my mother's crotch - I could see my eyes, eyebrows, nose, but my mouth was gone, replaced by my mother's vagina. It was old and flabby. I wiggled my tongue - within her vagina a glimpse of a tongue waggled. My mom gasped in delight, squishing me with her legs and closing her eyes, moaning: "Sss-stop that..."

"Mrrhmm ssrrr" is all I could get out, trying to apologize. She looked down at me. Her surprise had dissipated. Does she know what happened to us? I looked at her in the mirror above me, stricken with disgust and terror.

"Honey, I-" Suddenly, a strange, distant pressure deep in my throat emanated. It felt uncomfortable, like I was holding down vomit, except on top of being hot it was also stingy as well - acid-y. My mom gasped. "Oh god no I didn't even think about that!" She pulled up her pajama pants and her underwear, her lingerie wrapping tightly around my face. I could feel her walking somewhere, her legs sending dull vibrations throughout me and my mom's body. I heard her open a door and lock it, and then she pulled down her pants again. "I'm so sorry", she apologized, and then the pressure increased as she sat down. I could feel her legs squishing me; and then I realized we were sitting on a toilet. Strange seeing it from this angle, though, the brim of the toilet so close. Then I realized what she was doing to me - she was peeing through my throat?!

The pressure and stinging increased as it jetted its way up my throat. In an instant, the hot piss reached my gag reflex - I gagged, but only more urine came forwards. Then it came past my tongue, oh my god it was vile - it's funny, we know what piss tastes like even though most of us have never tasted it, just because of the smell. My god the smell was overwhelming as well. It was steaming hot, and acrid and bitter. It came spilling messily from my mouth, getting all over the lid. My mom held her piss - it just sort of stayed in my mouth as my lips (her vagina) locked up uncomfortably.

"Hon, I know it's disgusting, but you're going to have to work with me here!" She told me from up above. "You have to lower your tongue."

I suddenly realized, and I did. She let the piss go, spilling out of my mouth, and it took forever for it all to go, the gagging and the burning taste. Once it had left, the burning aftertaste lingered; she took a piece of toilet paper and dug it into my vagina mouth, trying to mop up most of the piss, but it didn't work. It lessened the pain and the awfulness, but the taste and acrid smell of urine stayed.

She finally got up. It was over. She walked up to the full body mirror. "Honey, you're not going to believe me, " she said, "although not that that would matter much, since you're not exactly in a position to talk. You died in your sleep, of some sort of stroke. Don't ask me how - it just happened. Who knows why. But you were dead. I was..." She looked guiltily down at you. You looked curiously and dreadfully up at her. "I was desperate, and I needed you back. I had heard of a witch doctor, so I went to her hoping for the best. I wasn't a superstitious woman before your death, but after...? I was willing to believe anything. And it worked out. She told me the only way to bring you back was through a sort of spell that would replace one of my body parts with you. However, the less appalling the body part, the less memories would be brought back. So, I had to pick my..." She looked embarrassed. "My vagina. And here you are!"

You didn't know what to do for a second. You just didn't look at her, in shame and dull anger. "Honey... you know what people would think, so... I'm afraid you're going to have to be hidden away for the rest of my life. But... we'll make it work... we've always made it work before..."

The rage boils up as you can still taste that acrid urine aftertaste. Your scream as loud as possible - all you can accomplish is quite a loud mmmrrrppphing. She quickly pulls her pants up around you, yet again encasing your face in tight fabric. She twists uncomfortably, slightly moaning as you wriggle.

"Honey, you really don't want to do that", she said. You wormed around even more. "You really don't-"

Suddenly, you were in a different place. It was similarly as dark, and the same cloth was over your face. But two round spheres of skin squished your face. There was an awful lingering taste within your mouth, which was similar to before because it was tight but different in that you couldn't feel any lips. Suddenly, your mouth puckered into a smaller hole, constricting your throat in a strange tingly sort of pain. Suddenly, a huge tremendously stinky sort of gas, like a burp, exited through this opening in a farting sound. Your eyes widen as you realize what you have become.

Your mother lifts down her pajama pants, and cranes her head around her shoulder to look at you. You're now situated between her buttcheeks, and your mouth is her asshole. You try to scream, but not only more awful gas escapes. "Oh no oh no oh no" your mother moans. "You idiot - if you make me cum, the spell will permanently turn you into my ass!"

Suddenly, a huge clod of something is making its way up your small throat. You gag at the scent of it - its way worse than the gas. Your mom hastily sits down on the toilet as the gross, soft, squishy mass makes its way up your throat. You realize you have a tongue just in time for it to make its way to your gag reflex - you gag tremendously, which just makes the log of your mom's shit push its way to your tongue, spilling its way out of your mouth. The creamy shit spills out of your mouth, overwhelming you with a purely rotten taste. You gag more and more violently as more and more of it steams out of your mouth. After its all done, your mouth anus is caked in shit. You look around desperately.

And that's when it mercifully ends. Suddenly, you hear something above you stop - your mom gasps, clutching her throat. Suddenly, everything swaps once again.

You open your eyes. You can finally move again! But something is off, as you look at your middle-aged, pudgy arms. As you get up, wobbling around, you look at yourself in the mirror. You see your mother's face look back. You gasp in her womanly voice - her tits sag off you chest, straining your back. You suddenly remember what had just happened - you look between your legs, but it's just a normal vagina. Well, your mother's vagina - you look away in disgust. This whole situation is perverted. You crane your head over your shoulders, and spread your buttcheeks with your two old wrinkly hands - but it's just a normal asshole. Your mother's asshole.

You play around with her face, squishing your cheeks together. Your ass is fat, your hips wide and child-bearing, your tits fucking humongous. You never really noticed how big you mom's tits were, I guess you just took that for granted. He wasn't a pervert. He just never really looked. But now here he was, forced to take it all in.

There was a dress on the wall. He supposed he would try to buy male clothes later, try to swap back into- oh yes. He had already forgot. His old body had died...?

He supposed he'd just have to wear the dress for now. As he put it on, it uncomfortably compressed his tits and his stomach fat, how tight it was. He was already embarrassed, feeling his cleavage squished against his chest, the dress's hem swaying around his ankles. "Ugh", you say in her feminine and lilted voice.

That's when you hear your father come from behind you. "Hey dear", he says, as he rubs his dick against your ass.

It's only hours later, while your being fucked in the ass by your own dad, when you realize how permanent the situation is. You still haven't really figured out where your mother is. Your dad cums inside you, jets of that salty liquid you had tasted earlier splashing up inside you and filling you to the brim; fucking you some more as your soft dress whispered against your ass and your cleavage bounced around desperately.

There was no escaping from this.