Paula Gets Powers
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
learngerman
"A-are you still in there? James, say something. Transform back!" Paula whined at her midsection. She grabbed handful of her fatty flesh, digging her fingers in and giving it a good jiggle.
"I'm here, Mom. I'm still alive," James chimed in, his voice echoing from within Paula's own skull. "I've become part of you."
"W-what?" she said, collapsing back against the wall.
"I've been fully absorbed by your body now, I think. The chemicals in that pill I became have dispersed around your body. I'm in you. In your cells. Well, I guess I AM part of you technically.
"Part of me? But you're still alive somehow..."
"From what I can tell my body's been dispersed around yours. It's hard to explain, but I can feel my feet where your love-handles are. My chest where your knees are. My crotch where your Ni- I mean, uh, nevermind," he said, stammering.
With a smirk, Paula raised a hand and placed it on one of her plump nipples. With a giggle she gave it a pinch, twist and tugging at the sensitive little knob. Her son's moans of pleasure echoed through her head as he was filled with a disembodied ecstasy. A few moments later she brought it to a close, releasing her sore and slightly swollen nipple.
"He he, how'd that feel James?" she said with a smirk.
"Don't do that ever again! You know how weird it is getting 'pleasured' by your own mother?" he screamed back.
"Fine, then just turn back and get out. I'll have fun on my own."
"I can't, Mom."
"What? Why?"
"I told you, I'm spread throughout you. If I transform back now it'd probably rip you apart."
"Seriously? Mary and I were supposed to go to the club tonight! I don't want you inside me for that!" she complained.
"You think I want to be here? We'll just have to wait until the chemical residue you've absorbed is passed from your system."
Paula swung around, jamming her fist against the wall in anger. Not only had that hippie whore barged into her house and screamed at her, she also had managed to trap her own son inside her for who knew how long. She couldn't let Angie get away with it.
She burst out the front door, catching sight of Angie shambling down the street, in obvious pain. Taking advantage of her crippled walking speed, Paula dashed forward, her large belly and breasts bouncing wildly with each long stride. The livid woman crashed into Angie at breakneck speed, knocking her down painfully into pavement below.
"Gah, what the hell!" Angie screamed, turning towards her assailant. "No wonder that hurt so much, I just got tackled by a freaking cow! I'm surprised I'm not flattened."
"Very funny, you obese whore. James is stuck inside of me. He can't get out!"
"So? I may have suggested it, but he agreed. Besides, he'd be stuck in me if you kept your grubby hands to yourself you thief!"
Paula was getting angrier by the second. She was no longer in the mood for arguing. Instead, she was getting ready to unleash a barrage of insults. However, unknown to her or James, his absorption had bestowed his power onto Paula, with a slight twist. Just by thinking it, she could transform others into objects, not just herself.
"Whatever. I'd rather be a thief than..." she began, unaware that she was about to transform Angie into...
"I'm here, Mom. I'm still alive," James chimed in, his voice echoing from within Paula's own skull. "I've become part of you."
"W-what?" she said, collapsing back against the wall.
"I've been fully absorbed by your body now, I think. The chemicals in that pill I became have dispersed around your body. I'm in you. In your cells. Well, I guess I AM part of you technically.
"Part of me? But you're still alive somehow..."
"From what I can tell my body's been dispersed around yours. It's hard to explain, but I can feel my feet where your love-handles are. My chest where your knees are. My crotch where your Ni- I mean, uh, nevermind," he said, stammering.
With a smirk, Paula raised a hand and placed it on one of her plump nipples. With a giggle she gave it a pinch, twist and tugging at the sensitive little knob. Her son's moans of pleasure echoed through her head as he was filled with a disembodied ecstasy. A few moments later she brought it to a close, releasing her sore and slightly swollen nipple.
"He he, how'd that feel James?" she said with a smirk.
"Don't do that ever again! You know how weird it is getting 'pleasured' by your own mother?" he screamed back.
"Fine, then just turn back and get out. I'll have fun on my own."
"I can't, Mom."
"What? Why?"
"I told you, I'm spread throughout you. If I transform back now it'd probably rip you apart."
"Seriously? Mary and I were supposed to go to the club tonight! I don't want you inside me for that!" she complained.
"You think I want to be here? We'll just have to wait until the chemical residue you've absorbed is passed from your system."
Paula swung around, jamming her fist against the wall in anger. Not only had that hippie whore barged into her house and screamed at her, she also had managed to trap her own son inside her for who knew how long. She couldn't let Angie get away with it.
She burst out the front door, catching sight of Angie shambling down the street, in obvious pain. Taking advantage of her crippled walking speed, Paula dashed forward, her large belly and breasts bouncing wildly with each long stride. The livid woman crashed into Angie at breakneck speed, knocking her down painfully into pavement below.
"Gah, what the hell!" Angie screamed, turning towards her assailant. "No wonder that hurt so much, I just got tackled by a freaking cow! I'm surprised I'm not flattened."
"Very funny, you obese whore. James is stuck inside of me. He can't get out!"
"So? I may have suggested it, but he agreed. Besides, he'd be stuck in me if you kept your grubby hands to yourself you thief!"
Paula was getting angrier by the second. She was no longer in the mood for arguing. Instead, she was getting ready to unleash a barrage of insults. However, unknown to her or James, his absorption had bestowed his power onto Paula, with a slight twist. Just by thinking it, she could transform others into objects, not just herself.
"Whatever. I'd rather be a thief than..." she began, unaware that she was about to transform Angie into...
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