This isn't my body. This isn't my life.
Neo swung his legs over the edge, bare feet meeting cold wooden planks.
The small room held a simple wardrobe, a stool, and the faint echo of a life not his own.
Neo stood, testing the limbs that responded with surprising power.
A faint blue shimmer flickered at the edge of his vision, a system prompt?
He pushed it aside for now.
The weight of two lifetimes pressed on his chest: failure in the old one, a chance here.
He approached his cramped wardrobe and rummaged through it for several minutes until he finally found a suitable shirt to wear.
After putting it on, Neo admired his handsome features in the small, cracked mirror for a moment, nodding in satisfaction before stepping out of the room.
The wooden stairs creaked under his weight as he descended, each step grounding him further in this reality.
As he walked along the side of the road earlier that morning in fragmented flashes of memory, Neo had felt unusually cheerful.
Cars, no, that was the old world.
Here, the golden sun hung high above, casting its warm glow on everything below, but his mind churned with regret.
He had failed the people he loved before. Not again.
In the kitchen, his mother, Mary, bent over the hearth, heating an iron bucket of water.
The simple dress clung to her curves from the heat, outlining the generous swell of her hips and the full, rounded rear that strained against the fabric as she worked.
Neo gulped, a rush of heat flooding him despite the mental slap he gave himself.
'Damn it… she's my mom now.'
He shook his head, forcing his gaze to the floor, fists clenched.
She had cared for him, this body, through weakness and illness.
She deserved respect, not the stirring betrayal of his new flesh.
"Water ready?" he asked, voice steadier than he felt.
Mary straightened, wiping sweat from her brow with a warm smile that lit her eyes.
"Yes, my lucky boy. You can go inside the bath and wait for me."
Neo nodded and slipped into the bathing area, shedding his clothes until only a thin towel wrapped his waist.
No chair in sight, so he lowered himself to the cool ground, the chill seeping through the fabric.
Curiosity won out; he glanced down at his groin.
The heavy weight there was impressive even flaccid, six inches of thick promise.
"Okay… that's bigger than before," he muttered, cheeks warming.
"Still feels weird as hell. Focus. This isn't my old life."
A low whistle escaped him.
He had won in that department, at least.
Soon, Mary entered carrying the steaming bucket, her presence filling the small space with the scent of herbs and clean sweat.
"Bring the cold water from the barrel in the back, dear."
Neo rose and moved to the small storage room, filling another bucket with cool water.
When he returned, the sight hit him like a physical blow.
Mary stood with only a short towel wrapped around her body.
It barely reached the tops of her thick thighs, the lower hem riding high enough to tease the full, jiggling undersides of her massive ass cheeks.
Above, the towel strained, deep cleavage spilling over the top, her heavy breasts pressing together with hypnotic fullness.
Soft, pale skin flushed from the heat, every curve sexualized and inviting in the firelight.
'Oh god.' His mouth went dry.
"Mother… do you want to take a bath with me? I'm already old enough," he offered, trying to keep his tone light.
She laughed, a soft, jiggling sound that made her towel shift dangerously.
"You will always stay as my lucky boy in my eyes."
Neo carried the cold bucket over and poured it into the hot water, watching the steam rise.
Mary bent forward to test the temperature, the towel hiking up fully now.
Her enormous ass cheeks parted slightly with the motion, revealing the smooth, plump lips of her pussy nestled between powerful thighs, pink, inviting, and glistening faintly from the warmth.
The sight sent blood surging straight to his cock.
It swelled rapidly, thickening to a full, throbbing nine inches of veined girth, the heavy head flushed dark and leaking a bead of precum.
His balls hung full and tight beneath.
His face turned bright red.
"Oh god… this is so wrong. She's my mother. Body or not, this feels messed up."
He tried to look away, but the new body's instincts roared.
Shame crashed over him even as his shaft pulsed visibly, rigid and proud.
'This isn't me. I'm not some animal who can't control himself just because the world says it's normal.'
Mary turned, noticing his sudden silence.
"What's wrong? Go sit on the ground and I'll clean you."
To avoid suspicion, Neo complied, settling with his back to her.
Her hands were gentle at first, the towel slipping from his shoulders as she washed his back with warm, soapy strokes.
The touch sent sparks through him.
"Turn around," she said with a smile.
He hesitated, pulse thundering.
Then he did, revealing the full, aching length of his nine-inch cock standing tall and proud before her, veins pulsing, the thick shaft curving slightly upward with need.
His heavy balls shifted as he moved.
He closed his hands over his face, dread twisting in his gut.
'She'll look at me with disgust. She'll lose that motherly love and see me as some weird boy.'
"Mom… you don't have to, " he started, voice shaky with embarrassment and guilt.
"This feels too weird. I'm sorry…"
He hesitated, face burning.
"Mom… you don't have to do this. I can wash myself."
His voice cracked with embarrassment and guilt.
Even if this world treated it like washing dishes, it still felt wrong in his chest.