Hello. My name is Wes, I have a confession to make: I find my mother to be extremely attractive. No, no, she's not my biological mother, she my adoptive mother. She comes from a big family that also adopts orphans and wanted to keep up the tradition, so she adopted me. That was ten years ago when I was nine. At that time, puberty began to change me, and having a mother figure that was an absolute bombshell, needless to say, I've gone through many socks. 

My adoptive mother, Maria, is a beautiful Latina from Columbia in her late 30's with tan mocha skin, and medium-long, dark brunette hair. Her big, radiant smile is complemented by her full lips and puffy, rosy cheeks. Her hazel eyes can pierce through anyone, especially me. Her body is the perfect kind of thick, with her DD breasts always openly present with whatever attire she wears. Her flat tummy leads to her wide hips that sways when she struts. Her perfectly round ass juts out, asserting dominance over her thick thighs. Both her thighs and big, round calves are nice and firm, yet still jiggle some when she walks. Her size six feet are almost never covered up, always normally seated in sandals or pumps. Her pedicured toes wiggle constantly, showing off the polished red painted toe nails. And at this present time, she's now just a couple inches shorter than I am, standing at five foot, six inches. 

She truly is a goddess in my eyes, and I tried my best to keep those thoughts a secret, but my aunt is a very perceptive woman. Not only just that, but she's a witch. That's her secret that she has able to successfully keep hidden, until she unveiled her powers to me. 

Step sisters through adoption, my aunt Tara hails from Cuba. She's just a couple years younger than my mom, and they have been inseparable since childhood. Her long black hair graces her light, tanned skin. She's a taller, slender woman with an hourglass body. Her tight dresses show off her C breasts and round ass. Her long legs have the appropriate amount and fat and muscle on them, but not quite as much as your mother's. And very much like, her feet are also rarely covered up. Living in a hot, humid climate, it's best to not cover up. 

Anyways, here's the story about the first time my aunt used her powers on me just over a year ago...

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It was a scorching hot summer day when my mom took me and my sisters over to my aunt's house to swim. (My sisters will come up in later stories in more prominent roles) It was a standard affair, but I was in a mood, a horny one at that. My aunt only lives a few houses down the street, and every time we would change into out swim suits there. But that day, my mom chose to change into her micro red bikini and then walk over. The whole walk over I was behind her, mesmerized by her swaying ass cheeks swallowing up her thong as they fought for dominance over her thighs. All the blood rushed down to my groin and my pants began to feel tight. 

As we walked inside my aunt's house, she was there to greet us. Any attempt I made to hide my boner was in vain as my aunt noticed. While my mom and sisters walked further in the house, my aunt got up close to me with a sly smile. She always loves to tease me so I could only imagine what she would do. 

"I know she has a great ass but it's rude to stare," she whispered, giggling. 

All the blood left my groin and shot to my head, as my face began to blush in embarrassment. That only made her giggle more as she gave me playful push on the shoulder as she turned and walked away. I hung my head down in shame and I went to the bathroom to change into my trunks. 

Despite being caught earlier by my aunt, I couldn't keep myself calm that day. I thought I was being stealthy hiding my boner by being in the water, however my aunt made sure to let me know that she knew with a devilish grin on her face. Why of all days did she have to do this to me. At that point, I was ready to head home early and rub one out. And that's what I tried to do.

As I walked inside, I did not realize my aunt had followed me until she shut the door. I nearly leapt out of my skin and spun around to see her there, dripping wet in her leopard bikini. With that grin on her face, she walks up close to me.

"Can't control yourself today, huh?" she laughed.

I was so embarrassed that I couldn't say a word. I felt my face burn as I began to blush again. That only made her laugh more in my face.

"I have to admit though," she said with a slightly more serious tone, "You've done well to mask your true feelings about your mommy."

"S-Shut up!" I yelled in frustration. She did not react to my outburst at all. 

She closes her eyes, laughing softly to herself. When she reopened her eyes, the color of her iris turned from green to red. I instantly caught the difference, and I felt myself seize up. She softly smiles and brings her lips close to my ears.

"What if I told you I could get you close to her without her knowing?" she whispered, blowing air onto my ear. 

I quickly back up, startled at her advance and her words. My head began to feel even hotter.

"W-W-What do you mean?" I stammered, not knowing where this conversation was going. 

"I have a secret, but~" she said with an elevated pitch as she stared straight into my eyes, "You cannot tell a soul. If you did, I would have to punish you severely."

I had no idea what the hell she was getting at, or what she would be referring to. Were there things she knew about my mom that I was not aware of? Things only she would know because they grew up together? I never thought that there was a thing she knew that was so super secretive that it would be met with consequences if I spilled the beans. So I called her bluff.

"Okay... What is it?"

"Ah ah ah, not just a simple 'okay' will do. I need you to state that you will not expose my secret."

This is ridiculous. "Fine. I will not tell anyone about your secret."

"And?"

"... And if I do, I will face the consequences."

With a giggle, she leaned back and stood straight up. "Perfect. Oh, this will be so much fun!" she said with a sinister giggle. 

I was confused. "Well, what is it? And why do I feel as if this is just a stupid prank?"

"I don't think you'll believe me, so it's better to show than tell." From behind her back, she revealed a red beach towel. "This is your mom's, right?"

"Yeah..?"

"Her favorite towel to sunbathe on?"

"What are you getting at?"

With a big smile that revealed her perfectly white teeth on her face, she softly said, "You'll see."

With those words, she lifted her right hand and snapped her fingers.

The snapping sound from her fingers shot through me. What I felt was hard to describe as my body felt as if it was crumbling and contorting. I began falling, and as I did it felt as if the world around me growing, my aunt included. As I hit the floor, everything felt wrong. My senses were all over the place: sight, smell, taste, hearing, and feel. In my panic I went to open my mouth and yell, but I couldn't. I had no mouth. I tried moving. I couldn't. My aunt towered over me as it seemed I was at eye level with her wet, wiggling toes. The squeal of excitement from her echoed loudly as she placed her now massive feet right beside me. 

"So how is it?" her voice rang out loud and clear.

I wanted to scream. I tried all I could but I couldn't do a thing. 

"Oh... I do suppose it's hard to speak when you are what you are..."

What did she mean by that? What the hell did she do to me?!

She stepped away, her wet feet slapping on hardwood floor. When she reappeared, she bent down beside me with a mirror and pointed it towards me. What I saw shocked me to my very core.

I was a red beach towel.

I was no longer a human. I was an inanimate object. But how was I still alive and able to think? 

"See? Towels don't speak. Towels are meant to dry off people or be used to lay on." The smile on her face was radiant as she spoke. Standing back up and placing the mirror on her kitchen island, she gripped me with her toes and lifted me up with her legs. 

The moment she clutched me between her toes, my senses went wild. Again, my senses were far different compared to when I'm normal. The touch of her toes, the taste, the scent; it was orgasmic to me. Only problem, I have no 'outlet' to to fully enjoy this experience. 

She ripped me away from her toes with her fingers and held me in front of her face. She was biting her bottom lip with the still large smile on her face. I could sense the excited trembles from her as she rubbed me between her fingers. 

"Can you guess my secret now?" she breathes, the scent of mint going through me. "I'm a witch, and I have the ability to transform people."

As she said earlier, it was better to show than to tell. I would not have believed her, probably would have laughed in her face too. But now here I am, a beach towel that looks exactly like... my mom's!

"You must be so confused right now, but you will learn soon enough," her voice sounding more serious. "Now, remember how I said I can get you close to your mom without her knowing? I hope you're ready."

She couldn't be serious right? No, no, she is. If this wasn't a weird fever dream, then why reveal her secret and turn me into a beach towel? And the way she's been acting since I got here, she's serious. 

"Time to go back outside," she giggled. 

As she walked back out through the door, she hid me behind her. My spiritual heart began pounding as I bounced off her ass as she navigated back to where we kept the towels. When neither my mom or sisters were looking, she tossed me on the backside on the lounge chair. From my position, I could easily watch all the women happily swimming and lounging in the pool.

After several moments, both my mom and aunt walked up the steps out of the pool. The water glistening off their bodies mesmerized me until the mother's hand came right for me. In an instant, she began to use me to dry off her body. My senses went into overdrive as I was rubbed all over, soaking in the pool water that stuck to her flesh. She was going so fast that I didn't know where I exactly was, but I could only assume that I nearly touched every part of her. Dazed, I found myself hanging from her arm as she and my aunt walked on the grass.

"Do you know where Wes went?" my mother asked, "He left without saying a word."

I'm right here! I would say, but I couldn't. 

"He said he was heading back home," my aunt lied, "But he said he may be back later."

"I hope he feels okay. He seemed a little off this morning, like he's sick or something."

If only she knew. 

"I wouldn't worry too much about it. He'll be okay."

"I hope so."

Without warning, I'm whipped up into the air, and I feel my body widen as I slowly plummet to the ground. I realized I was splayed out on the grass. I focused my attention upward in time to see my adoptive mother turn her massive ass towards me and began to lower herself. If I could've gotten a nosebleed right now, I would have. Slowly I watched her cheeks spread apart, revealing her thong taught against her posterior. The material wasn't wide enough to completely cover her glistening pink asshole the further she descended. Then finally, her cheeks mashed into me, pinning me to the ground. I could feel every inch of her ass as it weighed heavily on me. The lingering scent from her strawberry body wash still remained after swimming. Each micro-adjustment she made, I felt it as her ass cheeks grind into me. 

All the while that was happening to me, she was applying tanning lotion over herself. Her thighs and calves then lower onto me. I was mentally on fire. I honestly felt like she was simultaneously sitting on my face and my body. I was enveloped by her curvaceous form. And then she laid back, adjusting her shoulders to get more comfortable. She was now completely lying on me, and she was none the wiser. 

From the sidelines, my aunt hid her excitedness as she watched as she lied down to sunbathe. I couldn't think straight as the full weight of my bikini clad mom laid over me. My senses soaked in everything they could take as my mind began to go blank. The two women were talking, but I was in no state to understand a word they were saying. The passage of time began to become irrelevant to me as I lost track of the minutes. I was in pure bliss, and it was about to elevate further. 

The act of my mom sitting up took me out of my trance. She dug her hands into me as she turned around to lie prone. Her voluptuous breasts hang, nice and firm over me as she readies herself. Slowly, they lower and press into me. I was losing my mind as she continued to lie down, crossing her arms to act as a head rest. 

"Could you get my backside Tara?" my mom asked.

"Sure."

"And I guess since Wes isn't here..."

My mom reached back with one hand, and she pulled the string to loosen the knot that kept her top on. Just as my aunt got in position to rub lotion on my mom, the bikini top was pulled away, exposing her light brown nipples. The moment they grazed me, I exploded. Not physically, but mentally. Her nipples pressed into me while my aunt rubbed lotion on her back. The extra pressure of her pushing downward amplified everything. I was ready to black out from the sheer excitement from it all, but I couldn't. Towels don't sleep.

For the entire duration, I was fully aware of my mom's half nude body weighing into me. I zoned in and out, but I could never get over the feeling of her boobs pressing into me. After putting her top back on, she whisked me up and threw me over her shoulder. Each step she took I bounced off her ass. The moment of that was short lived once she reached the lounge chair and tossed me on it to dry off in the sun. After she walked off, my aunt picked me and took me inside. 

Away from my sisters still in the pool, and a couple rooms away from where my mom was taking a quick shower, my aunt snapped her fingers and I felt my body expand back to normal. I was no longer a towel. Sitting on the floor, I could see my arms and body again. And my raging boner under my swimming trunks. I quickly tried to hide it from my aunt but she nudged my hands away with her foot. Looking up, she still had the smile devilish smile on her face.

"So how was it?"

I was speechless. I could still remember the all the feelings I had while I was a towel. Every touch, every scent, every taste. I could only keep my mouth open in awe. 

Well?" she asked as she bent down to my level, poking me on the forehead. "Did that feel exhilarating?"

"... Uh..." I found it hard to look her in the eyes, especially with my boner. 

"No need to tell me, I can already tell it was," she giggled as she now poked at my member. 

"W-Why did you do this? Why now if you've always been a witch?"

"I just couldn't help myself anymore. My magic forbids me from interacting with anyone under eighteen, and it's no secret to me of what you think about Maria."

"Who else knows? Does my mom...?"

"Nope, she doesn't. Bu~t," she said as she stood back up, "The others who do know and tried to break the trust of my secret, well... let's just say they permanently lost their privileges to be human."

Those words struck me deep. What did she mean by that? If I were to try and tell someone, would that mean she would transform me into something and abandon me forever?

"Me and you are going to have so much fun now," she beamed. 

I could never have imagined the things that would happen to me in the future. My aunt, the witch, is going to have her way with me, whether I wanted to or not. 

I was apprehensive about seeing my aunt again after what happened a few days prior. It still played with my mind; was it all a dream or not? It all felt so surreal. I mean, a witch? Pfft. I figured I was just so exhausted and in a major state of horniness at the time that my mind made it all up. However, I think that was just some sort of mental protection at the time because it was very real. Aunt Tara made sure to to drive that fact home...

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It was a lazy afternoon at home when I heard the front door open wide. I felt a chill run down my spine when I heard my aunt's voice rang through the quiet house. I was the only one home at the time since my mom and sisters were out doing their own thing. I hesitantly walked out of my room to see my aunt standing there at the end of the hallway, holding two containers. 

"Hey! Where is everyone?" she asked.

"Out for the time being," I said as I slowly approached her. "What are those?"

"Oh, I just got your mom and I some frozen yogurt. I figured she'd be back home by now."

"N-No, not yet." Just hearing my aunt bring up my mom brought up the memories of a few days ago. I must have subconciously done something as I remembered because Tara caught it. That devilish grin she makes spread across her face.

"So~ have you been thinking about your mom's body again?" she said in a seductive tone.

"W-W-What?" I stammered. Whatever mental blocks I had formed crumbled fast. 

"Did you not like being her towel?" she cooed. 

"That was really real?"

"Duh! Did you think that was a dream?"

I felt cold. That was all real. My aunt being a witch who can transform humans at will, who turned me into a beach towel for my adoptive mother's near nude body to sun bathe on. My face began to turn red as I began remembering all the specifics of her body up against me. Aunt Tara began to giggle.

"Yes, that really happened. Tell me, how were her nipples?"

My eyes shot up to her. I opened my mouth but I had no words. She continued.

"Or what about as she sat on you? Or how about..." he demeanor changed to a more serious tone, "How about when she *used* you to dry herself."

"U-Use.."

"Yes. That's an easy way to get close to her without her knowing. She can't exactly use you as you are now."

My body began to tingle at the thought. Use?

Sitting the containers on the table, Tara walked up right to me, brushing her boobs up against me. I could tell she was not wearing a bra beneath her green tank top. She brought her lips to my ear and whispered.

"What do you say? Want to be used again?"

I couldn't move, as if I was under some sort of spell. I felt a tightness in my pants as she rubbed her hand against it. With a big smile on her face, with her free hand, she snapped her fingers.

That strange feeling of my body morphing overtook my senses as I felt myself dwindling down in size, everything twisting and contorting. It was over in a moment but it felt like an eternity. As I regained control of my sight, I found myself resting on my aunt's large hand attached to her even larger body. She lifted me up to her face, her voice louder than the previous time she transformed me. 

"So how do you feel?" 

I couldn't move, let alone speak. All I had was my thoughts and senses. 

"Oh, right, you can't exactly speak when like this. Let's go find a mirror."

With each step she took, I could see my now larger house fly by fast. Directly above are Tara's bouncing breasts; her nipples hardening. As she enters into the bathroom, she extends her hand towards to mirror to reveal what she has turned me into.

A spoon.

If I could blink in astonishment, I would have. It took my mind a moment to register what this means for me. Spoons ultimately have one destiny, to scoop food and be put inside a person's mouth, and in this case, my mother's mouth. To be lathered by her tongue, to be sucked on as I slip out past her thick, luscious lips. I began feeling hot thinking about it. My aunt snickered as if she could read my mind. 

As she gripped my body more tightly, I could tell my senses were different from when I was a towel. The handle was my body while the spoon itself was my head. As she walked us to the kitchen, the sound of the front door opening could be heard. My aunt brought me up towards her lips.

"Perfect timing."

She quickly grabs another spoon from the cupboard and grips it tight against me. Turning around, I see my mother standing in the archway. It was a hot and humid day out, and the sweat dripping down her curves was proof of that. Despite wearing bun-hugging shorts and a loose, low cut blouse, the heat was just too much.

"Hey, how long have you been here?" Maria asks as she wipes sweat from her forehead and spits out her gum into the trash.

"Only a few moments."

"Did Wes come out of his room?"

"No, he's taking a nap, but I have something you need."

"Oh?"

Tara points to the table where she sat down the containers of frozen yogurt.

"You're a life saver," she sighed in relief.

"I figured on a hot day like this, we both could use a cold snack. Here." 

She offers my mom a spoon, that spoon being me. As her giant hand grasps me tight, I could feel just how hot she was from being outside. As the two giant women begin walking towards the living room, my mom held me just below her breasts. From beyond the soaked blouse that clung to her jiggling boobs, I could see the underside of her face. I felt insignificant. 

As they sat down on the couch, Maria wasted no time opening up her container of frozen yogurt and she quickly dug me in deep the freezing snack. I instantly felt the cold shoot through my body the moment after my 'head' was buried in deep in the strawberry flavored snack. It was like getting a brain freeze, but nearly 10x worse. I felt the strain in my neck as my mom used me to scoop up a portion of her treat. The brain freeze intensified as I was hoisted upward and the warmth emanating from my mother's breath juxtaposed it. Through the thick yogurt, I could see the large, wide open maw that belonged to her. Her pearly white teeth hiding behind her full lips slowly appeared the closer I got. Her bright, moist pink tongue was already salivating as she was eager to take the first bite. As I passed by her lips, the air became humid. The residual minty flavor from her gum was still very much present as it dominated her breath. Not sure how that will mix with strawberry, but I doubt she cared. 

I felt a feeling like lightning going down my spine as I made contact with her warm tongue. I could feel every tastebud as they lightly rub against my "head." I felt her lips clamp down on my neck as the air pressure changed intensely as she sucked down on me and her frozen yogurt. The warmth, the taste, the pleasurable moans, I could sense it all clearly. The brain freeze I had went away as my mother warmed me back up. The sensation of her taste buds amplified as she began to pull me out, using her lips to seal the yogurt in her mouth. Her luscious lips press down hard on me as I slip out. 

The air quickly cools back down as I fully exit her mouth. As she lowers me back down, I watch her suck on her yogurt as she lets out satisfied moans. In no time at all she plunges me back into the freezing treat, causing chills to envelop me once more as if this was a repeat. Both my mom and aunt were chatting, but between being dug in deep in the frozen yogurt or being thrust into my mom's awaiting mouth, I could not catch much of anything from their conversation. I'm not sure of how much time had past before she scooped out every last bite. 

My mind was a whirlwind from just being used as a spoon. The simple act of scooping and transporting to an awaiting mouth was strenuous. But there was more that I was not expecting. As the two women walked back into the kitchen, they tossed out their empty containers and then my mother tossed me into the sink. The sense of vertigo I felt from being thrown and clanging hard on the metal surface jarred me. The spoon my aunt used crashed beside me. I had expected her to secretly pull me out and revert me, but she didn't. She and my mom walked away. I tried to scream to her, but it was all in vain. Again, I was a spoon, and spoons don't speak. 

For the longest time, I sat in the empty sink among the other used dishes, waiting to be cleaned. Simple items such as cups towered over me. They had more of a presence than me. From the confines of the sink I could hear voices from my family echo through the house, every foot step lightly shook the surface beneath me. A sense of claustrophobia washed over me; growing ever stronger with each passing moment. The sunlight in the house slowly began to fade. 

The kitchen light snapping on caught my attention as I felt more vibrations from foot steps. I was expecting Tara to come get me, but instead it was my mom. She swapped out of her sweat drenched shirt and is just wearing her red bikini top, trying its best to hold back her breasts. The swaying of her boobs had me so mesmerized that I didn't realize she was pulling out all the dirty dishes and filling the other side of the sink until she latched her fingers onto me. In an instant, I was whipped upward and dropped into hot, soapy water. My vision became blurry as I sunk to the bottom, the extreme heat of the water making it feel as if my core was ready to burst into flames. I quickly thought about how I was about to drown, but as a spoon, I had no reason or way to breathe. However I could smell the dish soap. 

The water was constantly disturbed as my mother aggressively washed the dirty dishes all the while I soaked in the soapy water. Multiple plates and cups ran through the motions until it was my time. Her big fingers tightly grip my body and pulls me from the water. I see her massive form for just a moment before she slaps the dishtowel around my head. The fabric presses harshly against me as she vigorously wipes me clean from her saliva coated frozen yogurt, now saturated with soapy dishwater, all of which is coated on me. With each rubbing squeeze, it feels as if my mother is asserting her dominance, proving how much control she has over me, when it reality, she was just simply cleaning me off. Little did she know that her adopted son is currently in her hands and not in his bedroom taking a nap.

The soapy cloth whips from my face revealing the world around me once more. However my vision became a blur once more as my mom quickly plunged me into the rinse water, pulled me back out and dropped me head first into the strainer next to my fellow utensils. From the small drain hole, I could still see my goddess of a mother finishing up the dishes. From my vantage point, I was once again mesmerized by her beauty. For a moment, those claustrophobic thoughts disappeared as I got to secretly admire her. Granted since I was spoon, I could not ...  thoroughly enjoy the view, but I still had my thoughts. Memories of being her towel were still fresh in my mind, and this time would be no different. As she went about her business in the kitchen, I gazed upon her. The subtle jiggles of her breasts as she moved about kept me captivated. Then before I knew it, the flicked off the light and walked out, leaving me in darkness. 

Many moments went by before I felt any vibration from someone walking in the house. They grew stronger and I was quickly pulled out from the strainer. I was expecting to be used again but I was met with the large face of my aunt. The smirk she had went from ear to ear. Quietly she transported me back to my room, locking the door behind her. She tossed me onto my bed then snapped her fingers. The tingling sensation of my body returning to normal was strong, but not nearly as strong of a boner once my transformation completed. Naturally I tried to shield it from my aunt's view, but she again used her bare foot to pushed my hands out of the way. But she did not stop there. Keeping her foot up, she placed it on my chest and pushed me onto my back. Dragging her toes against me, they came to a halt back at my groin. Every fiber of my being was going mental, even more so as she began kneading her sole on my crotch.

"So how was it?" she cooed softly, looking directly into my eyes.

Just like many times before, I opened my mouth but no words came out. Not only from the stress of transformation, but getting a through-the-clothes foot job from my aunt had my mind go wild.

"Awwww, was it that great?" she asked, putting more force onto her foot. 

I could only bring my hands up to my face in an effort to cover it as she continued.

"It must have been so wonderful for you to be used by your voluptuous mother, hmm? The way she sucked on you, gliding over her tongue. Did you like being inside her without her consent?"

Her words were driving me mad. Her soft voice acting as ASMR, the foot rubbing my penis, and now the visual memories of my mom's mouth and her towering form in the kitchen. My body began to shake uncontrollably. I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to fight the urges but my aunt kept tormenting me. I let myself and came hard, my head tossing back as my pants became soaked in semen. Having caused her nephew to cum, she giggled as she pulled back her moist foot. She stood before me, appreciating her handiwork. She leaned in closer.

"Do you like this?"

In a moment of weakness, I nodded. Ever since I became my mom's towel, my mind became warped. I remembered every detail of that day, and I began imagining what if I became other things to be close to my adoptive mother. Throughout the day, whatever I saw my mom interact with, I imagined myself being said thing. And now that I was used as her spoon, with my aunt urging me on, I just could not lie and shake my head no. I loved it. I want more of it.

Leaning in even closer, she kissed me on my forehead. "Perfect," she purred. "You remember our agreement, right?"

"...A-About not telling anyone?" I managed to squeak out.

"Mmhmm. You wouldn't want to lose the privilege of returning to human form. Tell me, would you want to stay as a spoon for all eternity?"

My eyes darted to hers. "I-Is that something you would do?"

"We~ll, I normally go for more something more, ... degrading."

I began to feel terrified at the prospects as I look at his innocent looking face. She continued.

"Perhaps in the coming days, I can let you live out what many untrustworthy men are going through at this very moment. It might make for a good reason as to why you should not betray my trust in you, my adorable little nephew."

As she snuck out of my room, I slowly sat up on my bed, trembling. I was equal parts thrilled and terrified at what lied before in the future. 

It was a chill evening several days after the last time aunt Tara transformed me. Every day since then, every time I saw my adoptive mother use a spoon or a fork, I felt weird. I could picture it in my head every time she took a bite: her warm cavernous mouth, her pearly white teeth, and her saliva laced tongue, all surrounding me. Each time, I felt the tightness in my pants with thoughts of the first transformation going through my head. I spent my time in the shower alleviating myself of these lustful thoughts, letting the drain take the evidence away.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw my mom and two sisters lounging on the couch watching a movie. I suppose now is a good time to introduce my sisters.

First up is Hana. She hails from South Korea and moved here with her family when she was very young. I'd rather not go into details but she has gone through a lot. She was the first to be taken in my our mom when she was seven, a couple years before I came along. Sadly as it goes, the trauma from her past has made her near emotionless, but I always do my best to make her laugh just to see her smile. She just a month younger than me, and a few inches shorter standing at 5'-5". She has long, silky black hair that reaches all the way down her back, and normally has her bangs combed back. She's taken an interest in gymnastics, putting her slender, petite body to the test. 

Next is Mikala (or just Mika) who lived in Hawaii for half her life. I'm not sure of all the details myself but things were bad enough that she was separated from her family. Despite that, she's a super cheery person who wants nothing but everyone around her to be happy. Our mom adopted her a year after me when she was twelve. A few years older than me, she happily took up the role of an older sister. With darker, tanned skin and short dark brown hair, she dresses like a tomboy most days. She's always playing sports and rough housing, giving her quite the athletic build. 

I decided to sit down with them and join in on the movie. It was a Rom-Com so I didn't really pay too much attention. All three of them were engrossed in the movie, which my subconscious took advantage of. Despite jacking off in the shower just now, I had no post-nut clarity. Aunt Tara really has my mind abuzz. My eyes inspected each of the women, each in very little clothing as it was another scorching day. As my vision looked them over, thoughts of transformation took the forefront of my mind. Hana's ankle bracelet; what if I was that? Mom's toe ring; I could be that. Mikala's necklace; I could be at her cleavage. 

The sexual frustration was mounting again, causing me to shift how I was seated to conceal myself. Then the doorbell rang. 

"Oh," Maria said, "I'll get it."

"Nah," I interjected, "I'll get it." 

"Thanks," she said as I quickly exited the opposite direction.

As I made my way to the front hallway to the door, I made adjustments to my crotch to hide my boner. Satisfied, I open the door ... and it was Tara. My heart skipped a beat as that wicked smile appeared on her face. I knew she was scheming again, especially as I saw her eyes make their way down to my crotch.

"So it's not just your mom," she giggled. 

"S-Shut up," I tried to say defiantly, but still stuttered.

"I could see you from the window you know. You really need to learn how to conceal yourself better so the whole neighborhood doesn't know."

I could feel the blood rush to my face as she continued to torment me with her words. 

"Why are you here anyways?" I asked, "Are you here to mess with me again?"

"What? Your aunt can't just come and pay a friendly little visit?"

"Your last friendly visit turned me into a spoon."

"And you loved every moment of it," she said softly as she got closer to me. "You love being used, don't you?"

I felt my breath go away upon hearing her words. Just the thoughts from a moment ago sprang back to mind. Tara looked straight into my eyes, smirking. She brought her lips to my forehead and give it a kiss, then everything went black.

---

I woke up in a shock, like someone struck me. I tried to get up, but I couldn't move. It felt as if my eyes were wide open but everything was pitch black. I continued to try to move, but that's when I noticed that my body felt different. Then it dawned on me after what happened before I passed out. Tara must have transformed me again, but as to what? I don't know. I lost track of time as I laid in the darkness. I have no idea where I am, but it doesn't feel like I'm in a cramped space. All I could do was just wait.

Eventually, I felt the ground beneath me begin to rumble alongside hearing foot steps. The door to the room I'm in swung open and the lights flicked on, blinding me momentarily. I then got a glimpse of where I was: the shower. Through the mosaic shower door, I could see the form of either my mother or sisters. My metaphorical heart (whatever it may be when I'm transformed) began to pound as I knew what I was about to see all the while the woman on the other side of this door fumbled around the counter top. Then I heard the toilet lid clack against the tank, soon followed by the sound of pee hitting the water. 

I felt awful as I was essentially invading their privacy, but at the same time, I felt aroused. I know Aunt Tara is just toying with me, or rather torment me, but these situations have afforded me the chance to be a voyeur, though I can't fully enjoy these scenarios while I'm not in human form. I know this will not be a last time I get transformed against my will, but there is a large part of me that longs for that, even if I vocally protest. The possibilities of what I can be to be close to my adoptive mother's body without her knowing filled me with lustful eagerness. 

The flushing of the toilet snapped me back to reality just as the door to the shower opened to reveal my mom. Only clothed in a long shirt that clearly does not have a bra underneath, she reached towards the faucet to turn on the water. As the water rained down, she retreated, closing the door. My heart only pounded faster and harder as I knew what was to come, and it only took a moment. The shower door opened once more to reveal the naked, beautiful form of my mother. If I could have came, I would have. 

From my perch, I could see all of her. It was common for me to see her in her swimsuit that covered very little of her, but now all was exposed. Her full, DD breasts swaying as she stepped in, and from between her thick thighs, I could just see her nether region. And of course, due to my size being much smaller than what I'm used to, she looks absolutely massive like the goddess that she is. Her beauty amplified as the water doused her; the light causing her to glisten. 

Any remnant of fear was gone as I watched her bathe herself. I could only imagine what Tara turned me into. Thoughts of me being her loofah made me excited to be used to wash every inch of her amazing body. Those feeling continued to amplify as she scrubbed her hair with shampoo, almost acting as if she's presenting her magnificent chest to me as her pert nipples begin to harden as the water rains down on them. I could just see her face from between her breasts as they continue to sway above me. She has no idea that I'm in here with her. 

Once she felt satisfied that she scrubbed every part of her hair, she stood underneath the shower head, allowing all the shampoo to wash away, traveling down her body down to her feet. I knew that I was next to assist in her bathing. I felt as if I was trembling, but then I watched her hand go past me to grab her loofah. As she applied her body wash to it, I was confused as to what I was. If not her loofah, then what am I? There's nothing else in the shower except for...

As I dread what I could be, my sight could not resist the massive woman before me wash herself. I felt jealous of the loofah as I traveled all around her body. It easily glid across her breasts and her tummy. I felt genuinely felt upset as I watched it explore her crotch and shapely legs, then finish off rubbing her butt. After rinsing and squeezing the loofah free from soap, she stood underneath the shower head again to wash off all the soap. Her freshly washed, wet body made my mind go mad. Then she grabbed something else from beside me, something I neglected to look at: shaving cream.

Raising her foot onto a built-in stand in the shower, she applied the cream onto her leg. Once she sat down the can, her hand then reached for me. Her fingers wrapped around me and pulled. For a brief moment, I saw myself in the mirror and it confirmed my suspicion.

I was a razor. 

I quickly descended downward towards her cream coated leg. She mercilessly plowed my head into the mess and began rubbing me upwards to her thigh. That's when a new sensation hit me. My head was the literal head of the razor and what do razors do? As I glided up her leg, stubble, that would have been negligible to any normal person, began to bash up against my razor blades. Saying that they were my teeth would be more accurate. Most got caught in the lightly cherry scented cream, but some managed to become clogged inside of me. The taste and physical sensations were both disgusting and erotic. 

I could feel myself be pulled away, but the amount of shaving cream on my head blinded me. The torrent of water from the shower cleared me off, and I could see just in time my mother taking me back towards her leg. Again and again I traveled up her leg, slicing away the hair that threatens her beauty. With each pass, a hair or five gets stuck inside me, with the flooding water only getting some of them. It messes with my mind as I could constantly feel them. I only got a moment's break as she sat me down to prepare her other leg. I had a job to do and that was to clear her shapely legs from obnoxious hairs. 

After what felt like hours, every square inch of her legs are free from protruding hairs. After washing me off again, I was whipped down hard onto the corner of the shower's shelf. After a few painful whacks, she sat me down. I could only assume she tried to clear my head from any loose hair. In a daze, I watched her mesmerizing ass as she exited the shower, closing the door behind her. This moment of peace as she continued to ready herself for the day allowed me to fantasize about what I just went through. The close, erotic proximity of it all drove me crazy. I wanted more but she only needed to do her curvy, smooth legs.

The dimming of the lights and the closing of the door knocked me out of my lustful trance. I found myself sitting in the darkness once more. I went back to my fantasies, but only for a few moments. I could feel the rumblings of footsteps coming closer. It must be aunt Tara to come and get me. I can only imagine what she will say to me once she retrieves me. However once the door swung back open and the lights flicked on, I heard an unexpected voice. 

"I'm going to be la~te!"

It was Hana!

I could hear the rustling of clothes being removed from the other side of the shower door, along with the sound of water rushing in the sink. All the while she's hustling to brush her teeth, I'm panicking. This whole transformation embarrassment was meant to be solely focused on my adoptive mother and no one else, yet that starting to look like to not be the case anymore. Was Tara too slow, or did she plan this? I guess it was no secret to her that even my perverted thoughts involved my sisters. She totally wanted me to bare witness my sister's bare bodies.

Then it finally happened. The shower door whipped opened and I saw Hana's nude form. Her pale, flawless skin, her small breasts adorned with small pink nipples, her slender tummy; I saw everything. I initially wanted to reject the sight, but I couldn't, I just could not. This was an opportunity I could not afford to pass up. I happily watched my younger sister quickly bathe herself as she must be running late to get to her gymnastics class. As she continued to wash herself, she turned around to give me a good look at her backside. Her slender curvature was something to marvel at. My subconscious was screaming, hoping that she would grab and use me, but through my thorough inspection, there was nary a hair to be seen. 

In record timing, Hana turned off the water to signify that her shower has concluded. Opening the shower door and grabbing her towel, she quickly exited, closing the door behind her. I watched her mosaic silhouette scramble about the bathroom as she finished getting herself ready for her class. In just mere moments, she finished up and ran out, turning off the light behind her. 

There I was again, alone in the damp, dark shower. Having seen both my mother's and younger sister's bodies... I was in heaven. Granted Hana did not use me, the sight alone made my mind go wild. She's a girl who likes to stay indoors more than outside in the humid heat, so any tan she would get would be minimal. Her skin care is on point, leaving zero blemishes on her skin, leaving it almost doll-like. Seeing her in her naked glory was breath taking, and I couldn't wait to be human again to re-live this scene. 

Then the bathroom door flew open, and the light turning back on. Wasting no time, Mikala is ready for her shower. My heart pounded with anticipation as she readied herself on the other side of the shower door. Through the door I could see her remove her clothes and turn towards me. Then once the door whipped open, I was in awe. Her massive athletic body, her bikini tan, sizable breasts. If I had a nose, it would be bleeding. As she stood under the raining shower head, her body began to glisten, amplifying her beauty. Her thick, light brown nipples begin to erect as the water rushes past them. Then I heard a new noise echo within the shower. I could just see past the edge to see that she's peeing! She let out a sigh as she relieves herself. She laughs to herself as she finishes up, and begins slather water over herself. Beyond the remnants of the soaps used by both Maria and Hana, the scent of Mika's pee wafts through the air, slicing through the nice scents.

A normal person would be aghast at the sight and smell, let alone urinating in the shower. Me, however, as my psyche is breaking, found it extremely fucking hot. The voyeuristic adventure of seeing my family while they are at their most vulnerable made my whole body tingle in excitement. Neither of them knew that I am in the shower with them, masquerading as a razor, watching them bathe all their regions. And as I watch Mikayla wash her hair, I could see short hairs growing on her armpits, and I practically begged for her to use me. 

Once she rinsed out her hair, it happened. Her massive hand reached directly towards me. It all happened in a flash. Bypassing the shaving cream altogether, I was plowed directly into Mikala's pit. The scent of sweat yet to be properly washed away was abundant. So not only did her armpit hairs swarm me, so did the thin layer of sweat as it invaded the inside of my razor head. The taste was strong and salty, yet it was all my broken mind wanted. I am nothing more than a tool to help my mother and sisters maintain their beauty. As Mikala continued to stroke me through her sweaty pits, filling me with sweat infused hairs, I did not protest in the slightest. 

Once she was done and I was stuffed, like our mother before her, she whapped me on the corner of the shower's shelf, knocking out most the hair so the shower can whisk them down the drain at her feet. While in a daze, I watched her pour bodywash on herself and wipe every inch of her body. As I lie on the shelf, I just gazed upon my goddess of a sister, inspecting her body. Not as flawless as Hana's as she spends most of her days outdoors and rough housing with the others in the neighborhood, her tan lines complimented both her body and personality. Her round ass protruded out proudly, with the outer portions tanned and the center slightly more pale. My mind wanted things to go further, much much further. 

Once the squeak of the faucet turning off rang past my ears, my trance subsided as I watched Mikala exit. In only a mere moment, she dried herself off, threw on her clothes then went about her day. I once again found myself alone, free to let my thoughts run wild.

---

What felt like an eternity but in actuality was an hour, I could faintly hear my aunt's voice echo inside the house. The woke me up from my fantasies as I knew Tara had to be coming to get me. And my hunch was correct as she opened the shower door. Her eyes immediately lock on to me. Her devilish grin and devious eyes greeted me as she went to grab me. With her other hand, she sits a razor down that looked exactly like me. 

"So," she whispered, her breath enveloping me, "Did you have fun?

Of course I couldn't say a word. But I would be lying if I said no. My heart yearned for more. Seeing the smug look on Tara's face only heightened those cravings as I knew she would not stop doing this. 

Lowering me down towards her side, she slipped me into her tight, shorts pocket that hugged her hips. As she walked, each step tightened the fabric around me, digging me into her. The warmth of her body soaked through and washed over me. I was losing myself. After several moments, she pulled me out from her pocket and I found that we were in my room. She nonchalanty tossed me onto my bed. With a snap of her fingers, my body began to warp until I was human again, but I was entirely naked. On top of that, I was fully erect, but I did not try to hide it. Tara could only giggle.

"Looks like you enjoyed being used, huh?" she said as she approached me. 

She knelt down, putting herself eye level with my cock. She extended her finger out, scratching the frenulum with her nail. I felt a shock of electricity course through my body with each stroke. She pursed her lips and blew on it. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she continued her torment. 

"Go on, beg. Beg for more. Beg me to make you nothing but the tool you truly are."

My body began tensing up. My mind was on autopilot, running off pure lustful energy. "P-Please!" I nearly shouted, "I'll doing anything! Do what you will with me!"

"Perfect," she cooed with a sly smile. 

With a kiss to my to my member, I exploded. Every fiber of my being was on fire as I had the best orgasm ever. As I lifted my head up, breathing heavily, I looked at Tara. She stood up, looking down at me. 

"Per~vert," she chided playfully. "I hope you're ready."

With another giggle, she turned and left my room. Despite having regained some clarity, I had no regrets. I was still hard as images from the shower were at the forefront of my mind. I chose not to concern myself for the future and just ran my hand down to my cock to relive the past couple of hours. 

The summer heat continued to beat down on the suburbs. I could only lay in bed in only my underwear, relying on the box fan to keep me cool. The heat alone was bad enough, but my mind was overheating. My mind continued to deteriorate as all these past experiences being transformed still cycled though my thoughts. Granted, I love my step sisters as siblings, seeing them in their naked beauty in the shower made my heart flutter and my dick hard. It tried so hard to push out of my boxers as I continued to breathe heavily. Slowly, my hand made its way towards my crotch as the wind blowing against my bare skin amplified my feelings, that is until I heard my door knob start to turn. I immediately scrambled and sat up, slapping a pillow over my pulsing member.

As my bedroom door opened, I could see my adoptive mother standing in the doorway. She too was dying from the heat as I could tell by the way she was only clothed in a red bikini top and denim shorts than only hugged her ass. I began to worry the pillow wouldn't be enough to conceal my throbbing boner as my eyes discreetly scanned every inch of her curvaceous body.

"Can't beat the heater either?" she asked, breaking me out of my trance.

"Y-Yeah," I stammered. Maria walked into my room, her moist feet peeling off the wooden floor with each step, and sat down on the bed right next to me. With her being so close, I could see the glistening sweat rolling down her body. 

"Your aunt suggested that we all go to the beach today."

"Are we?"

"I think so. I would ather be at a crowded beach than indoors on a day like this."

"Yeah..."

Maria looked closely at the face of her adoptive son. "Is everything okay?"

That question caught me off-guard. "H-Huh? What do you mean?"

"It just seems like you've been distant, or rather your mind has been elsewhere."

"... ow could you tell?"

"Call it a mother's intuition. You've been my son for nearly a decade, I know the kind of person you are. If there is anything going on, you can always tell me, okay?"

"How could I?" I thought to myself as I sat next to my nearly naked mother figure. Because of Tara, I have been closer to her than I could ever imagine. Does she even know of Tara's secret? I figured it would be best to not bring it up and not be seen as clinically insane.

"Maybe going to the beach can help you clear your mind. We'll go in twenty minutes, okay?"

"Okay."

As Maria stood up and left my room, my sight was transfixed on her round ass as it swayed with each step. I don't know how I will be able to control myself in a public setting, however, Tara is going to be involved with this trip. I fear I will find myself transformed once again, but all the voices in my head also yearned for it.

---

The drive to the beach was cramped in my mom's sedan. She was driving with Tara riding shotgun, leaving me sitting between my sisters in the back. All the windows were down and the A/C on full blast, however the humid heat was unbeatable. During the entire ride, I tried my best to keep my thoughts calm, but it proved difficult as all the women in the car were already in their bikinis. I couldn't blame them, I was also wearing only my trunks because it was far too hot out. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see my step sisters breasts bounce and jiggle whenever they drove over any bump. And not only that, because it was so cramped, our bare skin were in constant touch which only added to my mental agony. Thankfully, I had the bag of beach supplies sitting on my lap.

After arriving, I found myself walking behind my family as I carried their bags, essentially giving me free reign to eye up each of the women's bikini clad bodies. As I zoned in on my adoptive mother's swaying ass, I thought back to that day when aunt Tara first transformed me into mom's beach towel. My adrenaline began flowing as my body wanted more while the voices in my mind protesting against it continued to fade away. Hana is in a blue one-piece swimsuit, with her back exposed, that is snuggly wrapped around her petite, pale-white body. Mika has her lime green bikini on, with the bottom slowly wedging itself between her cheeks with each step. While her arms and legs are tanned, her midsection is pale, due to all her Summer sports. Lastly, Tara had no shame as she sported a beige micro bikini that *just* covered her up. From the back, it looks as if she's walking in the nude. She looked back at me, and giving me a wink and a devilish smile. 

"It's gonna happen again," I thought to myself, equally excited and terrified. 

Picking a spot in the densely populated beach, I dropped down all the luggage, and began to set up the large umbrella. As I did this, the rest of my family laid out their towels and their belongings. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted bottles of suntan lotion and sunscreen. Tara picked up her bottle of lotion and gestured to me, "Can you help cover me up?" My heart began to pound before I overheard my mother.

"I can do that for you, Tara. You have a little too much real estate showing for Wes to take care of."

I wasn't sure if I should feel belittled or relieved that mom intervened. What I wouldn't do to grope and rub Tara's body though, but being in public and by my family? There is no feasible way I could do it. So as I coated myself, I watched my sisters, and mom and aunt help cover each other up. I could barely contain my growing erection as I sat on my towel, but seeing the other beach goers looking at my family, and by proxy me, I just barely managed to keep it hidden. I continued to try to keep calm, but I felt my hand being grabbed.

"Come on!" Mikayla said as she grabbed her my hand, yanking me onto my feet. "The water is going to feel great!" The sudden shock killed my boner in the knick of time as she pulled me up. Hana grabbed my other hand as both of my sisters dragged me into the water. Not only was it a relief that the water cooled my burning body, I could at least keep my groin hidden underwater as me and my sisters splashed water at each other.

Back on the shore, Maria and Tara watched the kids play as they lounged under the shade. A relieved, warm smile radiated on Maria's face as she saw her adoptive kids having fun with each other. Tara too was smiling, but for different reasons.

---

After nearly twenty minutes in the water, we made our way back onto the shore and took shelter under the large umbrella. Before I could even sit, Tara grabbed me by the wrist. "How about we get some ice cream for everyone?" I couldn't even answer as my witchly aunt pulled me away. Leading me to a secluded spot near the vendor stalls, out of sight of the public, she turned her attention to her me.

"Are you ready?" she asked with her alluring smile as she pulled me close. She pressed her nearly bare breasts onto me along with the rest of her body. The sensation of our skin making contact and her raging body heat merging with mine... She could easily feel my growing erection as it began to press onto her. "That's what I like to hear."

"B-But I didn't-" that all I could say as I felt the familiar sensation of my body beginning to morph. My aunt began to seemingly grow as she held her grip on me. As I finished transforming, my aunt held me up. 

"Your sisters are gonna to love this!"

"What did she turn me into now?" I thought to myself. Tara repositioned me at her side, pressed up against her thigh, as she went back towards the vendors. With each step she took, I felt the ripples of her flesh caress over me. I set my sights upward and got a good look of her underboobs, unapologetically bouncing with each strut as her micro bikini is only merely keeping her nipples covered. I was so transfixed on her breasts that I didn't realize that she had already bought ice cream cones for everyone, conveniently placed on a special cardboard tray.

"Looks like we could all use some ice cream," Tara announced.

"Sweet, thank you.." Maria said as her voiced trailed off, "Where is Wes?"

"Oh, he met up with a girl at the ice cream stand. They each got one and went in all the way over there."

"Wes? With a girl?" Mikayla scoffed. "I figured he would rather be a loner."

"How did he pull that off?" Hana laughed.

"Gee..." I groaned to myself internally, "Thanks for the vote of confidence you two."

"If that's so, then I'm happy for him," my mom said, "Maybe some time with that girl will help him put his mind at ease for awhile."

"What else do you have?" Mika asked, changing the subject as she took her ice cream.

"Ah, this?" she asked as she slapped me against her thigh. "I rented out their last boogie board."

"I'm a what??" I would have shouted if I had a mouth.

"Awesome! I call it first," Mika shouted.

"Aww, fine," Hana pouted.

"Now, now, don't be fighting over it girls," Maria lightly scolded her adopted daughters. 

"Okay, fine, Hana can have it first until I finish my ice cream."

Hana clapped her hands in excitement as she got up and grabbed me. Her grip sent a jolt through my body, and it gained strength as she hugged me up against her chest and tummy. Her petite breasts press into me as she makes her way back to the water. Last time I was transformed around her, I was a much smaller object which made her seem ginormous. This time, I'm practically the size of a small child, though much flatter, which makes it feel as if I am in fact a child being held. However, those feelings quickly faded as she waded into the water and laid on top of me. The juxtaposition of the cold water below me and the heat radiating off of my sister were night and day. And not just that either as her body weighed on me, the water was pushing up equally on me. It felt as if I was getting crushed like a sandwich. 

Under normal circumstances, being partially submerged underwater against my will would cause me to panic and thrash around to surface above the water. Of course, I'm a boogie board with no lungs, meant to entertain my sisters. It took me a few moments to quell those thoughts of drowning, even though I began to absorb water.

Hana began to paddle, causing her chest to press down more firmly on me. With each stroke I could feel her budding breasts dig into my fabric. Right now with my positioning, I would be lying on my back, and her chest would be rubbing up against mine. All the while she has no idea. I could barely contain my excitement as my thoughts went haywire. Having seen her naked in the shower, I knew what kind of body she has beneath her swimsuit. I could even smell the remnants of her body wash through the recently applied sunscreen because we were so close. As she rode the small waves, I did my best as a boogie board to keep her afloat, though it's not like I could do anything special but accept her warm embrace.

~

As Hana made her way back to the shoreline, Mika was approaching. "So how was it?" she asked.

"It worked wonders; way better than the ones we used to have."

If I could have smiled smugly at the praise, I would have.

"Oh really?" Mika said excitedly as she reached and pulled me away from Hana's grasp, tossing me onto the ground at their feet. Lifting her foot, she slammed her sandy sole down onto me. Sparks flew within me as she pressed the full force of her weight onto what would be my chest. Her foot shifted slightly, scraping the sand across me. My very core went berserk as she pushed us into the water as a wave was coming in. It was one thing to have Hana lay on me, it was another being under Mika's feet as she rode the wave. I had the perfect view of her muscular legs that led up to her well-toned ass. From this position, it once again made me feel I was nothing to my mom or sisters; that I was meant to be some form of tool for them, whether it be for fun or maintenance. The entire time Mika rode the waves, I was transfixed on examining her body as her toes continuously dug into me. I could taste her feet, which only made me want to viciously lick them despite being unable to.

I was so deep into my trance that I hadn't realized that Mikayla was losing her balance. As she fell, her foot launched me away from her. I didn't get too far before I hit something soft. Regaining my senses, I came to realize that soft surface was my adoptive mother's ass. She turned around to see the source of what hit her round posterior and looked down at me. Her hand gripped me and pulled me out of the water.

"Sorry mom!" Mika shouted as she splashed around the water, getting her bearings back.

"Are you okay?" Maria asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Say, Maria," Tara said, appearing from behind her, "You should give that boogie board a try."

"I don't know how to do it."

"It's simple, you just lay on it and paddle."

"Is that all?"

"Yeah," Hana said as she waded into the water with her melting ice cream in hand. "Just paddle and ride the waves."

"Alright, I'll give it a try."

My transformed heart began to go wild as my mom brought her leg over me and positioned my lower end between her legs. I could feel her thighs and ass cheeks as she sat down, conveniently where my crotch would be located. From my POV is was like she was riding me as a cowgirl. Then she began to lean forward. I could feel through the bikini her soft pussy, making my soul lurch. Having felt Hana's breasts earlier was like an appetizer, but now here came my mother's soaking breasts as the main course. Her tummy and boobs laid on top of me, and I could feel every square inch as her body covered me entirely. Her scent and heat took over all my senses as she began to paddle. However, she didn't properly place her body on top of me, and she fell into the water face first as I slid past her sun lotion laced body, shooting out from between her legs.

Tara caught me mid-air as I was flying straight at her. As she pinned me with her arm against her side, my mother emerged from the water, spitting water out from her mouth. 

"Omigosh! Are you okay mom?!" Hana freaked out. 

Instead of being upset, my mom just laughed as she pushed her hair away from her face. "Yes, I'm fine. The water feels great."

"So," Tara interrupted, "How about we play some volleyball?"

---

My aunt wasted no time, turning me into a volleyball from a boogie board when no one was looking. Becoming a smaller object, everyone around me seemed much larger. Finding a free volleyball net, my family divided into teams: my sisters versus my mom and aunt. 

"Hey," Mikayla said, " Should we go find Wes and his date and have them join us?"

"Yeah, we should!" Hana agreed.

"That's a wonderful idea," my mom chimed in.

"I don't think he'd want you all teasing him in front of her. We'll collect him later. Besides, I think we're evenly matched."

"No way," Mika chided, "Me and Hana are going to mop the floor with you."

"You're going to mop sand?" my mother giggled.

"N-No. Just serve the ball already!"

"Coming right up," Tara announced. Peeling me away from her thigh, she lifted me up in front of her. With a smirk on her face, "Have fun," she whispered. 

From underneath, her fist punched into me, throwing me high into the air. My entire body absorbed the shock from the blow, however: it hurt! All this time I've felt nothing pleasure from these transformations, I never gave it a thought about pain. Spinning  uncontrollably over the net, I managed to lock onto Hana, who was anticipating my arrival. With outstretched hands, I collide into her, once again being tossed into the air. My disorientation as I spun was so severe, I didn't see Mika jumping up, spiking me down with such a force, I thought my consciences' would dissipate. I'm only three hits in, and my body wanted it to end. My only saving grace from being spiked was my mother being in my path. She wasn't quite ready and missed me with her clasped hands. I bounced fiercely into her large breasts; their softness absorbing most of the shock. Though there was still enough force that I was repelled back over the net. Neither of my sisters were expecting this turn of events as I descended onto their courtside. Hana dove with an outstretched hand, but was too late. She managed to hit me, but I still pounded into the sand, bouncing back at the sandy feet of my mom and aunt.

Planting her foot onto my beaten body, digging in her toes, aunt Tara crossed her arms with a shit eating grin on her face. "What was that about mopping the floor with us?"

"Surely my boobs are no match for you," my mom laughed.

"Moooom!" Hana blurted out.

"Yeah, yeah, that was just luck. You won't be lucky a second time," Mika scoffed.

"We'll see about that." Removing her foot and positioning her toes under me, Tara flicked me up and caught me. "Hope you're ready for more!"

I wasn't quite sure if she was talking to me or my sisters as she revved up for another serve...

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My mind was enflamed as my body seemingly pulsated in pain. I laid alone in the sand as my family were huddled together beside me. In the end, my mom and aunt reigned supreme, leaving my sisters to sulk in defeat mixed with embarrassment. By now, the sun was beginning to set, and even in my delirious state, I could tell my family was getting tired out. I couldn't quite make out what they were talking about as it all sounded like muffled speech to me. But my sight still worked and in an instant, I saw Mikayla's ass descending towards me, with her lime green bikini bottom entirely wedged between her cheeks. She didn't lower herself slowly either as her bare cheeks slam onto me, using me as a tiny chair for her to sit on. Her immense weight dug me into the sand as I felt her cheeks spreading over top. My mind was ready to melt as she smothered me.

"Alright, I'm beat," Mikayla sighed, "I'm ready to head back home."

"Same," Hana agreed, "I'm ready to take a long shower."

"I'm glad you two said that because I'm ready too," my mom said. "Let's get packed up and go find Wes."

"Let's get going then," Mika breathed as she stood up, picking me up along. 

Tara motioned to her to toss me over to her. By now, the motion sickness was an impossibility as I felt myself flying once more. I was met with her warm embrace once more as she snuggled me against her breasts. Carrying me like a child, she went back towards the secluded spot by the vendors. Sitting me on the ground at her feet, she snapped her fingers and I felt a jolt course through my body and I began to transform back to my normal self. I was sitting there, completely exhausted as my eyes were unintentionally locked onto my aunt's feet. It took my mind a moment to catch up before I had realized.

Before I could react, Tara brought her bare foot up to my face. I craned by eyes upward to see her seductive smile. She didn't say a word as I brought my attention back to her to wiggling toes, with the loose sand breaking free and falling down. She brought her foot even closer. My heart began to race as adrenaline rushed through my system. With a slight hesitation, I stuck my tongue out and licked her big toe. I mixture of flavors that flooded my taste buds were abundant. I licked again and again until I couldn't take it anymore and stuck her entire toe into my mouth. I lathered my tongue all over, tasting the sweaty saltiness of her skin, remnants of her sun lotion, the roughness of the sand that still clung to her flesh. I began sucking on her toe before she forcibly pulled it free from my mouth. I instantly looked up at her, and her smile has become even wider.

"You're such a good, obedient pet," she cooed as she patted my head. If my raging erection could have became harder, it would have. "Come on, my little boy toy, it's time to go home."

As she turned and walked away, my body cried for more. My mind was reaching a breaking point, and I was afraid of what I would do should it finally crumble. Seeing her near naked body sway as she strutted away, I wanted to violate her in the most degenerate way possible. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. 

It took several minutes to calm myself down before I finally got myself up from the ground and shuffled my way back to my family. As I caught up with them, they still chose to ride home in their swimwear. 

"So, did you get her number?" Hana asked.

"What?... Oh!" I nearly forgot about Tara's lie. "N-No, she, uh, lives far away from here. This was just a one-off thing."

"Booooring," Hana booed.

"Did you at least have fun with her?" my adoptive mother asked.

Fusing together the experiences I just went through... "Yeah, I would say so," I answered.

"Good!" she said happily. 

From behind, Mikayla wrapped her arm around me. "Look at you growing up and getting some action."

"Now hold on a second," I said to both myself and Mika. My mind was still fractured and feeling her skin rub up against mine nearly set me off again.

"Just kidding. But I'm glad you at least found yourself a girlfriend, even if it was just a one night stand."

"H-Ha..."

"Okay, let's go home before the mosquitos come out."

During the entire duration home, I had to work triple time to keep my mind at peace as the conditions were the same as before. The long shower I took when we finally got home was not long enough as I couldn't completely satisfy my raging erection. As I leaned up against the shower wall, watching my latest load go down the drain, the taste from Tara's toes still lingered in my mouth, keeping my libido going strong. The memories of being pushed up against my family's near naked bodies further added more fuel to the fire within me. I happened to look at a spare razor, triggering previous memories. I was losing myself to pure, unadulterated lust, as I continued to stroke myself again.