BoyMom420 The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by swapticon

Match found: “BoyMom420”

Leo frowned at the profile. No photo. Bio said: “26, laid-back, looking to stretch my legs. Two adorable monsters 🐻🐻💖”

"...That’s gotta be a joke, right?"

Too curious (and maybe a little tipsy), Leo tapped “Accept.”

Everything snapped—a full-body shudder, like falling into someone else's dream.

He blinked and found himself in a Target. In sweatpants. Pushing a stroller.

“Mommy!” a tiny voice whined.

Leo looked down. Two toddlers were strapped in front of him—one gnawing on a plastic giraffe, the other throwing Goldfish crackers. His boobs jiggled slightly with every step—he was wearing a nursing bra under a juice-stained tank top. And there was a giant mom-bag slung across his hip, stuffed with diapers, snacks, and what looked like a broken Peppa Pig.

“Oh my god.”

His phone buzzed. A selfie popped up: a tired-looking brunette with flyaway hair in his body, lounging in his RA dorm. She was eating a burrito.

BoyMom420 (in Leo): “Hey! I hope you don’t mind, I needed a break. Your bed is AMAZING. Is this...a mattress topper? You fancy bitch. Anyway, don’t let them eat cat litter again. Long story. Good luck!”

Leo stared at the stroller.

The cracker-flinger sneezed directly onto his cleavage.

"NOPE," Leo said aloud.

“Ma’am,” said a passing store employee, “your left toddler is escaping.”

Leo turned just in time to watch a tiny human tumble out and start waddling toward the wine aisle, giggling like a drunk cartoon character.

Leo gave chase in squeaky Crocs, boobs bouncing, sippy cup clutched like a baton. Somewhere deep in the recesses of his soul, he felt himself die a little.

“I was supposed to try being a hot girl tonight,” he panted, wrangling the toddler. “Not a mom on the edge!”

As he got them both back in the stroller, someone nearby whispered, “She’s doing her best.”

Leo wheeled away, muttering: “No. I’m doing her worst.”