Mother daughter holiday [TG, MC, AP, AR]

 

Andrew and Sam stumbled their way through the Hotel restaurant and into a booth, the hustle and bustle of the busy breakfast bar grating on their sore ears. It was the fourth day of their lads holiday, and the constant drinking and partying was beginning to take it’s toll. Andrew and Sam were 24 and 25 respectively, both sharing a school year, though Sam’s birthday had been already. Andrew was born quite late in the summer, August in fact, and the pair had decided on a trip to southern Spain to celebrate. Of course, the duo planned to drink all day every day, though they had soon realise that their bodies were no longer capable of consuming the vast amounts of alcohol they’d drank a few years ago. Nevertheless, they were no quitters, and a hearty breakfast was the first steps to recovering well and getting out there again!

 

“Dude, I love breakfast bar’s so much” Sam gleamed, returning to the table with a stacked plate full to the brim with various meats and other assorted food items. “I’m definitely going back for seconds.”

“Dude, me too.” Andrew agreed, returning with a similarly sized plate, a glass of orange juice in his other hand. Without needing to say another word, the pair dug in. Andrew moaned quietly in joy at the sensation of flavours flooding his mouth, Sam giving a subtle nod of agreement. It was as if, as they chewed, the headaches and stomach upsets from the previous nights dissipated into thin air. Andrew continued to chew. These sausages were good, but damn did they take a long time to break down! Not that he was complaining, as the heat and the sensation of the food spread throughout his head. Unbeknownst to him, the actual cause of the pleasure stemmed from an unusual set of changes. As the feeling rushed through him, his nose softened significantly, becoming more curved and smaller in size. Andrew’s lips burned as they grew plump and feminine, complimenting his cheeks, which grew higher and softer with every chew. Andrew closed his eyes as the sensation seemed to rise within him, passing his eyes as they became rounder, the tint of his pupils fading from a deep brown to a soft blue. As he swallowed, the feeling rose to his hair, a tickling sensation engulfing his scalp as thick, blonde hair erupted down his face and towards his shoulders.

“So, how’s school?” Sam asked, bringing Andrew back to his senses.

“Hm?” The latter stalled, pulling himself together and opening his eyes to look at his friend. What he saw, however, left him gobsmacked. Sam was very much the same body, same clothes, same voice… But his face was… different. Before Andrew sat a VERY feminine face, complimented by a short cut blonde head of hair. Had Sam dyed it? And was he wearing… make up?

“Dude… what happened to you?” Andrew asked, moving a lock of blonde hair from his face.

“What are you talking about?” Sam furrowed his brow in response. “Is it my hair?” he asked, taking notice of Andrew’s not so subtle staring. “I don’t know, I guess I’d just try something different.” He explained, much to Andrew’s confusion. Had he really dyed his hair on a random morning on Holiday? And how had Andrew only just noticed? Guess he really was hungover, huh.

“Besides, you didn’t answer my question.” Sam continued, “how’s school?”

“School?” Andrew asked, almost laughing in response. “Dude, I haven’t been to school in years!”

“Oh, yeah. Huh.” Sam responded, seeming to realise the absurdity of the question. “Maybe I dreamed about it or something.”

“Yeah, right.” Andrew scoffed, smiling at Sam’s stupidity as he took another bite of his food.

 

Beginning to chew once more, Andrew again felt an overwhelmingly pleasant sensation throughout his body. The feeling spread to his arms and the young man tensed his muscles, his skin becoming smoother as his biceps dwindled in size. It wasn’t long before Andrew’s once manly muscles were no more; replaced by more feminine, dainty arms. The changes were not done there though. As Andrew held his cutlery, he could not help but notice the way his fingers were becoming softer to the touch. Matter of fact, his entire hand was twitching, stretching and pulsing as they became smaller, his fingers growing thinner as his nails became longer, manicured and… painted?

“Yeah, I must have had a crazy alcohol fuelled fantasy dream” Sam joked as he sipped his drink. “Alcohol isn’t very kind to me anymore!” He continued, Andrew laughing in agreement.

“I know! I feel absolutely awful this morning!” Andrew joked, covering his mouth as he swallowed the rest of his bite.

“Oh, you think yours are bad? Just wait until you’re thirty!” Sam commented, much to Andrew’s confusion. Why did he say that? Sure, they both knew that hangovers got worse with age, but they were both in their mid-twenties. Why was Sam speaking as if he knew from experience? Dismissing the comments as just word of mouth, Andrew moved the conversation on to more… pressing matters.

“Hey, Sam.” He began, analysing his fingers. “Did we get our fingers painted last night?”

“Hahah, I don’t know dude!” Sam laughed, noticing Andrew’s perfectly kept nails. “I didn’t, but you definitely did!” Andrew frowned. How on earth did he do that? He’d heard horror stories of terrible tattoos acquired on heavy nights out, but never a manicure!

“Yeah… but when? Or why?” Andrew pondered aloud, much to Sam’s amusement.

“Hahah, you were probably trying to impress a guy!” Sam joked.

“Yeah, real funny!” Andrew rolled his eyes in response, dismissing Sam’s taunts.

“I’m serious!” Sam continued, “You know what you’re like when you drink!” This time, Andrew furrowed his brow in genuine confusion.

“You mean girls, right?” He asked, tentatively. Oh god, did he have a drunken bisexual streak that he didn’t know about? He clearly went to great lengths to appease it!

“Yeah, whatever you say, man.” Sam dismissed, much to Andrew’s relief. He must have been joking. Though, he seemed pretty serious when he said it. Andrew scoffed internally. Sam really didn’t have a knack for comedic tone, did he?

 

Dismissing the encounter, Andrew took another bite of his breakfast. And sure enough, another wave of pleasure ripped through him (God, what were they putting in these things?) Quickly swallowing, the sensation sank through his body, an enormous weight seemingly pulling Andrew down. Though he wasn’t sinking, he was more… shrinking. Gradually, his height grew shorter and shorter. Andrew was never the tallest, though he still stood at a respectable 5’10. Now, however, he sat at a much less dignified 5’5. Not that he noticed, still engrossed in the aftertaste of his delicious meal.

“So today… I was thinking-“ Andrew began, before cutting himself off in shock. Was Sam wearing glasses? Well, that was Indisputable, he was absolutely wearing a pair of black, thick framed glasses. The real question was WHY Sam was wearing glasses?

“Dude… are you pranking me?” He asked, slight annoyance in his tone. It was too early in the morning for this!

“Pranking you about what?” Sam asked.

“The glasses, Sam!” Andrew sighed, “You don’t wear glasses!”

“Uhhh, yes I do.” Sam stated bluntly. “I’ve always worn glasses.” Andrew knew that Sam was a bad liar, he was always terrible at the whole gaslighting stuff. So, the young man was very surprised at the genuine sincerity in his tone. Andrew quickly second guessed himself. Was he telling the truth?

“Oh, I never noticed.” Andrew stated genuinely.

“Yeah, I wear them mostly for work, to be fair.” Sam explained, things starting to make sense for Andrew. Except for one thing…

“Dude, you don’t have a job.” Andrew said, confused. He’d practically paid for this holiday by himself under the pretence that Sam was unemployed!

“Man, of course I have a job! I’m 30!” Sam replied, much to Andrew’s bemusement. “And honestly, you should be getting one too! You’re 21 now!” Andrew laughed, assuming Sam was joking. But the stern look on his face told him otherwise. Wait, he was serious? He genuinely believed he was 30? That was ridiculous! They were in the same year at school! Though, now that he analysed his face, he did look a bit older… nothing crazy or anything, just…. Past his twenties. More importantly, he thought Andrew was 21? Was he still drunk? Andrew was… much older than that! His 21^st was years ago! At least that’s how it felt, anyway.

 

Thinking nothing else of it, Andrew took another bite. Clearly, whatever sauce or ingredient they used on this stuff was short in supply, because he felt nothing of the same pleasure he had felt earlier. Andrew could not help but frown in disappointment, a feeling that would soon turn into discomfort as a sudden wave of pins and needles arose in his feet. Quickly fidgeting in his chair in an attempt to subside the feeling. With each tap, his feet shrunk, quickly adjusting from a man’s foot to that of a woman’s, reducing significantly in size. The mass had to go somewhere, though, and it quickly found a new home - his thighs. Just as with his arms, his legs quickly became hairless and smooth as his thighs expanded significantly, fat manifesting in his lower areas as they became squishy and soft.

“It’s nice to get out, isn’t it?” Sam asked, catching Andrew’s attention. Though he was more fixated on Sam’s appearance over the words he was speaking. Sam looked… different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he just looked… older, somehow? He still looked GOOD, for sure. But he visibly appeared closer to 40 than 30. Not that he’d ever mention it, of course…

“I know this is our first getaway since your dad… y’know…” Sam snapped Andrew right back into reality. Whoa. Where the hell had that come from?! Yeah, it was true that Andrew’s father had left a few years back, but why was Sam bringing it up all of a sudden?

“Dude, I said I don’t want to talk about that kinda stuff.” Andrew quickly protected himself. This holiday wasn’t for that kind of thing, he just wanted to go out and have fun and talk to boys… or girls. Of course.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Sam apologised, “I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate this.” He continued, referring to the holiday as a whole. “Now let’s eat up, we have a lot to do today.” Andrew smiled, appreciating the sincere moment before taking another bite.

 

Following Sam’s advice speeding up his consumption, Andrew took less time to savour his next bite, making haste and swallowing the bite quickly. As before, the flavour in his mouth was less intense than earlier. Unlike the last bite, however, the aftertaste lingered for a while. As the food made its way to his stomach, an intense tingle engulfed Andrew’s waist. Clutching at himself, he winced as his torso stretched and cracked. Slowly, his waist grew thinner, leaving his stomach skinny and flat, and his silhouette took on an hourglass figure. Allowing the pressure in his organs to dissipate, Andrew felt a wave of pleasure rise through him once more, the feeling spreading to his shoulders. He clenched his fists as the intense pulse caused his shoulders to narrow, cracking as they became rounder and less wide.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked, noticing Andrew’s visible discomfort.

“Yeah, My shoulders kinda hurt.” Andrew admitted, “I don’t know why/”

“Oh no!” Sam said softly, “I have some ibuprofen if you need it?”

“No, I’m okay.” Andrew assured him, the pain soon subsiding from his body.

“Okay.” Sam smiled. “But if you need any, just let me know!”

“Okay, Thanks, mom!” Andrew replied, quickly widening his eyes and covering his mouth in shock. Holy shit, did he just say that? He’d done some pretty embarrassing things in his life, but that was surely up there! It was wrong on just so many levels! Andrew braced himself, ready for Sam to erupt into laughter, never to let him live this moment down. But, for some reason… Sam did not laugh. Matter of fact, he barely reacted at all. The young(?) man simply smiling and digging in to his breakfast once more. How odd. Shrugging, Andrew thought best to thank his lucky stars that Sam SOMEHOW didn’t hear him, and pretend the whole thing never happened.

 

Taking another bite of his full English, Andrew quickly swallowed once more… at least, that’s what he tried to do. The sudden sensation of something stuck in his through caused Andrew to panic. Shit, he was choking! Suddenly coughing, Andrew bent over the table, instinctually placing a hand over his throat. As he coughed, his adam’s apple quickly shrunk, getting smaller with every cough, until eventually, his voice stood several octaves higher than it ever did previously. Eventually, Andrew managed to clear his throat, teary eyes temporarily blurring his vision.

“..nie? are you okay?” Sam’s voice became clearer as Andrew’s coughing subsided. Was Sam’s voice higher than usual? Andrew couldn’t tell.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Thanks.” Andrew reassured him. He knew he was fine, but it was strange. The feeling still hung heavy over him, as if his throat was still not fully clear. It was a funny sensation, rather than a tickle or a pain, it was a heavy weight that hung on his chest, almost like…

 

Wait.

 

Unbeknownst to Andrew, his voice was not the only thing that had changed, as he had choked, a pair of perky, B-Cup breasts had sprouted on his chest. He couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t physically possible, and yet, Andrew was staring right at them, and they were definitely real.

“Is everything Okay, sweetie?” Sam’s voice called to Andrew, causing him to look up. He tried to speak, and yet the question would not come to him. What was he going to ask? It was something to do with his chest, right? It was… yes! It was the breasts he had suddenly grown!

“Do my tits look bigger to you?” Andrew asked, much to the amusement of Sam.
“Oh, Annie! You take after me!” Sam laughed, Andrew feeling embarrassed at the sudden intimate conversation.

“Yeah, I guess.” Andrew mumbled, embarrassed. Something about this conversation wasn’t right. Was it normal for them to talk about these kinds of things? It certainly didn’t feel like it.

“Listen.” Sam started, noticing Andrew’s discomfort. “I know it’s unusual, but you’re 19 now, we can talk about these things.” Andrew furrowed his brow. 19? He was older than that! He was… umm. He was older than that!

 

Questions swirled around Andrew’s mind. How old was he again? Why were his tits suddenly growing? And why was Sam being so… I don’t know, caring? Deep in thought, Andrew took another bite. Swallowing, he felt the sensation drop down through his throat, through his body and into his stomach. But… it didn’t stop there. Andrew stifled a moan as a sudden orgasmic wave of pleasure erupted in his penis. Looking down so Sam couldn’t see, Andrew closed his eyes as the feeling became unbearable, finally reaching climax as his shaft began to shrink. Slowly but surely, his member retracted into his body, Andrew emitting a soft, feminine moan as his balls soon followed, inverting into his body as a new, wet vagina was left in it’s place.

“You okay, Sweetie?” Sam asked, breaking Andrew from her trance.

“Yeah, uh, I’m fine, Thanks mom.” Andrew assured her absentmindedly, distracted by Sam’s seemingly different appearance. She was the same woman she’d always been, but alas, she looked… a little older again? Andrew couldn’t quite grasp how, I mean, she looked pretty good for a 49 year old! Wait, 49? Where had she gotten that number from?
“Okay, well, finish your breakfast, Annie!” Sam explained, “We have to be at the salon in ten minutes!” Andrew furrowed her brow. Salon? Since when were they booked into a salon?

“I know, I’m going as fast as I can, Mom!” Andrew said, the words feeling more natural than before. Still, she wished Sam wouldn’t rush her. She didn’t want to eat too quickly, and besides, she had to watch her figure if she wanted to get with cute boys later… wait.

 

Excited for the day ahead, Andrew took the last bite of her breakfast, and put it in her mouth.

 

“All done? Susan asked her daughter, receiving a gleeful nod in response. “Okay, Let’s go!”

“Okay!” Annie smiled, standing up and following her mother to the exit. “What are we doing now?”

“Well, I have us both booked in to the salon.” Susan explained, “But after that, it’s completely up to you. It’s your 18^th, after all!” the pair smiled, making their way down the street. It was day four of their mother-daughter holiday, and they intended to make the absolute most of it!