Hyper-Mega-Mommy Suit 2 (Patreon)

Author's Note: Now Sam Tries on the suit! Missed part 1? Go here!

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Sam brushed his shaggy blond hair out of his eyes and watched the receding, small, naked butt of his brunette twin and wondered, not for the first time if the anxious young tomboy of a sister and his own effeminate appearance hadn’t perhaps been a mix up, and Sam should have been born the girl with Alex as the boy.

Pausing for a second, he gave a shiver, ‘someone walking on my grave.’ He thought.

Instead he focused on where his sister had come from.

Their mother’s bedroom, the ‘mistress’ bedroom as Alex and Sam liked to joke, had it’s lily white door partially open, and knew his sister had been in there. Wondering what had drawn her attention, and resulted in her running out of the room with her clothes in a messy bundle, brunette hair whipping around her head, Sam stuck his head in the doorway and looked around.

There… on the bed… a bit crumpled but Sam knew it in an instant, was a body suit.

A very, very voluptuous body suit.

Pinching the shoulders, Sam lifted it up and stared at it. It didn’t have a head piece, but then, with a bit of lipstick, and some eye shadow, and maybe the right blush, Sam could already pass for female, if a bit of a ‘lady death’ aesthetic, and if he put the suit on too…

They were supposed to make you not just look, but FEEL like the person the suit was based on, and whoever had this body, had hips in the sixty inch area, and a waist in the 20s…

Maybe the teens…

And with all that… she still looked top heavy. Sam could look… top heavy…

Sam had always wanted to know what it was like to have breasts. Not just small handfuls, though that would be its own delights, but massive round milkers that broadcast to everyone around them that not only were these tits, they were a CHOICE. That’s what this bodysuit represented to Sam, a choice.

Dashing to his room, shedding his cute, punk clothes as he went, he had the bodysuit up and over his hips without thinking about it. He paused and gasped as a realization, and a sensation, hit him that he’d never fully thought about before. He… was now a she… and Sam loved her plump pussy. Some part of her mind could still feel her cock, inside the bodysuit, knew on some level it was there, but she could feel the ribbed, hungry, wet pussy between her legs just as much.

She wanted to cry. For the first time, Sam felt at home.

Balling up her hands, she wanted to go the rest of the way, pulling the body suit up, sliding her arms in, moaning as her long gangly limbs shortened to cute, lithe limbs. And finally, most of all, the two treasures Sam had been wishing for before she knew what to make of herself and her strange effeminate male body, breasts.

Feeling them settle into place, the sensation of nipples as big as her thumb and twice as thick crinkling in the cool air. Her hands stroked over the heavenly, round orbs, nearly driving her to her knees with how good they felt.

Setting her shelf of an ass on the edge of the bed, she glanced around the room and saw the ‘college’ mirror she’d brought back from her dorm upon moving out of them at graduation, and mounted it to her closet door. The number of times she’d looked in the mirror and saw not the woman she wanted to be, but the man she’d been born as and hated that reflection. But now…

She rushed to her night stand and brushed on some makeup, she already had the eyeliner from wandering around as a punk earlier. She puckered her lips for the lip stick, blushing as she realized she’d been thinking of herself as female since feeling her pussy for the first time. She smiled in the mirror, loving how the black lipstick went with her all over punk appearance.

There was still a seam around her neck, but she was pretty sure with a little makeup, or maybe a cute choker she could fix that. Had there been one on the bed? She bit her lip and dug through her drawer until she found a dog collar with spikes, quickly slipping it on.

She went to slip into a pair of heels her sister had bought ‘boy Sam’ as a bit of a joke, big enough to actually fit her male feet, and was shocked to realize her new body, the body suit itself, had smaller feet than Sam. Down the hall in her sister’s bedroom were some heels she knew would look great on her… but would her sis still be there? Alex had seemed in a hurry earlier.

Stepping into the hallway, Sam came face to face with Alex as the brunette stepped out of the bathroom, wet and dripping and clearly having just worked out some frustrations under the hot running water.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! SAM?!?”