Mark’s Poolside Transformation

Mark lounged by the pool, the sun beating down on his skin, but he couldn’t fully relax despite the warmth. His mind skipped from thought to thought, leaving him unable to calm down. His mother, Barb, sat beside him, her eyes filled with concern as she watched him. “You know, Mark,” she began gently, “You’ve become such a worrywart. It’s a shame you can’t be as relaxed as you were as a child.”
Mark chuckled half-heartedly, trying to brush off her comment, but something about her words hooked into him. He felt a strange tingling sensation start from his core and spread throughout his body. In just a few seconds, he felt the warmth through all his fingers and toes and started to panic, unsure what was happening to him.
He tried to stand up, but his legs wobbled uncontrollably, and his swim trunks suddenly felt loose. Looking down, his mouth gaped open in shock as they fell to the ground, revealing his shrinking frame. Panic surged through him as he stumbled backward, his body continuing to reduce in size.
Hearing his distressed noises, Barb turned to him, her eyes widening in shock(and pleasure). “Mark, are you okay?” she exclaimed.
Mark couldn’t answer; he could only watch in mute terror as his mother began to change before his eyes. Her thighs and hips swelled, becoming fuller and more voluptuous, her breasts expanding until they strained against the fabric of her bathing suit, which now looked painfully tight.
“Mom, I… I don’t know,” Mark stammered, his voice cracking as he spoke. Tears welled up in his eyes; he sounded so tiny and shrill! He was shrinking, and his mother was growing, changing into someone much larger.
Barb reached out to him, her hands gentle despite their increased size. “It’s okay, sweetie,” she cooed, her voice soothing yet strained by her expanding chest. “Let me help you.”
As she lifted him, Mark felt himself grow even smaller, his body adapting to his new size. He buried his face in her bosom, feeling the softness envelop him, a strange sense of comfort washing over him despite the surreal circumstances.
“Shh, it’s alright,” Barb murmured, her fingers stroking his hair tenderly. “Just relax, let it happen.”
Mark sobbed softly, his body trembling against her. He felt a warm liquid seeping through her bathing suit against his cheek and realized with a start that she was lactating. The feel and smell of her warm milk had him automatically nestling against her breast.
As he nuzzled closer to her, he felt his body continue to shrink until he was no bigger than a newborn. Barb adjusted him gently, positioning him and pulling her swimsuit down so he could take her nipple between his puckered lips, the flow of milk steady and nurturing.
“There, there, my little one,” Barb whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Everything’s going to be alright now.”
Mark couldn’t respond; he was too consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. The world around him faded away, leaving only the warmth of his mother’s body and the soothing rhythm of her heartbeat. He felt safer and more content than he had in ages, the stresses of his adult life melting away like snow under the sun.
Barb held him close, her eyes closed as she swayed gently, rocking him in her arms. “Sleep now, my darling,” she murmured, her voice a tender lullaby. “Dream of simpler times when all your worries could melt away like this.”
Mark drifted off, his tiny form relaxing completely against her. Barb continued to rock him as he slept, her profound love and protectiveness filling her with warmth. The transformation seemed complete: the once-stressed adult was a content infant, and the once-ordinary mother was now a figure of immense, almost supernatural, maternal power.
The poolside scene was quiet except for the soft water splashing, the faint sound of Mark’s nursing, and Barb’s gentle humming.

Mommy Barb

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