Jeff and a handful of his bros were gaming at their buddy Sly’s house when the Role Exchanger struck. It was chaos straight away with the group swapping traits with not only each other, but with folks all across the neighborhood: heights, weights, hair, skin, nothing of the flesh was sacred. But Jeff was the only one in the group to have his sex and gender forfeited, having his entire lower half replaced with Jen’s GENEROUS figure. Jen was Sly’s mom, but she was better known as the town MILF. Practically the entire town’s women-loving population- Jeff among them- lusted after her, and now he was in possession of one of her finest assets.

A few inches shorter, QUITE a few inches wider, Jeff cursed the blue light every time his thunder thighs rubbed together, every time his beanbag ass lightly clapped with each step, every time the jiggly, excess fat chafed against itself. All of that could have been manageable, had it not been for the mental changes that had slowly yet insidiously developed since the exchange. Jeff first noticed something was amiss when out at his local gaming store. He was preoccupied with how embarrassing it was that the mom jeans he had somehow crammed himself into lewdly clung to his rocking hips, but his focus drifted to a stranger that happened to walk on the sidewalk in front of the store. The man looked a few years older than Jeff’s actual age, but the intrusive thoughts churning in his brain gave off different signals (young man, snack, ready for mama…)

Jeff paused in horror. Through the store window, he could see his reflection, firm jaw, little bit of stubble, masculine, but down below he could feel his groin grow slick with arousal, so much so that a small wet spot formed on the front of his pants, just from the thought of a handsome man… and it took a great deal of willpower for Jeff not to slip his hands into his soaked panties, then and there.