Catherine's Mom (Story Mode Tier Reward)

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Catherine’s Mom

Mad that he’s had to pull hairs from the plug hole once again this week, Dale steps into the apartment living room with a face like thunder.

“Catherine…!” Dale says, stomping over to her with purpose.

Catherine, who’s slouching on the couch, looks up at him with an innocent smile. “Yeah…?”

“Why you gotta be so gross!?” Dale questions, failing his arms around as he speaks. “If I have to unblock the drains one more time this month you’re out on the street!”

Catherine raises an eyebrow as she leans back against the soft couch cushions. “I said I’d clean it.”

“You never do!” Dale complains, looking around the living area. “Look at this place. Your clothes are everywhere! Look, you’ve even got bras hanging off door handles!”

“They are clean,” Catherine responds quickly. “And so what—I’d be cool with your clothes hanging to dry.”

Dale rolls his eyes. “That’s not the point Cat. This is my bachelor pad and you’re just ‘fem’ing’ the place up with your panties and your what-nots!”

Catherine tuts and looks away from the disapproval on Dale’s face. “Ah give it a rest already, Dale. You know I’m really thankful for you putting me up. Don’t be a dick about it—I’ve got nowhere else to go.”

“This is not your home Catherine,” Dale replies, letting out a long sigh. “I’m sorry that things aren’t great for you at the moment, but do you have to be so much of a woman. Can’t you be more like a guy while living here?”

Catherine slowly turns her head to look Dale square in the eyes. She gives him a tut with attitude. “Be more….like a guy?” she asks sarcastically.

“Yeah,” Dale answers, doubling down.

“Put the shoe on the other foot,” Catherine retorts, clicking her fingers several times. “If this was my place—would you be more ‘girly’ for me?”

Dale folds his arms and shakes his head in derision. “No,” he eventually answers, talking back at her like she’s a stupid child.

“You’re impossible!” Catherine gripes, throwing her arms down in protest.

“I’m impossible!?” Dale laughs. “I feel like I’m having to take care of you Cat. I’m not your mother!”

As those words echo around Catherine’s mind, a sinister smile creeps across her face. Lifting one hand, she brings her middle finger and her thumb together.

“Not my mother you say?” Catherin asks, holding her fingers as she prepares to click them.

A small purple hue, like a tiny gust of colored smoke, orbits her hand as she holds it out toward Dale. Dale can’t help but feel confused as what appears to be a magic trick is happening right in front of him.

“That’s a good idea….!” Catherin smiles, clicking her fingers.

Her finger snap reverberates around the room. Much louder than it ever should and it causes Dale to flinch. As she tries to shake off the noise, he feels his body changing, stretching, and moving. Holding out his hands, he watches them becoming fatter and darker with each moment.

Dale focuses intently as the skin on the back of his hands goes from Ivy white to tanned and then to a dark caramel.

“What the hell!?” Dale squeaks.

Freaked out by the sound of his voice cracking, he’s stunned as his skin turns much darker. It’s almost the same color as Catherine’s skin. It’s in fact slightly darker and mottled.

Scared, he focuses on Catherine, who’s smiling at him. As the seconds pass, his point of view gets lower and lower—like he’s shrinking.

Dale looks down at his body and he’s terrified at what he sees. His larger male frame has indeed shrunk, but it’s also grown outwards. Outwards on a tremendous scale.

“Jesus Christ!” he screams, catching sight of the extremely large and heavy breasts busting from his now ill-fitting male t-shirt. They are so heavy, he feels his back straining to hold them up.

“Mother..!?” Catherin scolds, wagging her finger. “You’ve always told me not the blaspheme!”

Only concerned about how much effort it is to now just stand, Dale watches his hips widen and his Jeans rip apart from the rear. His heart pounds like crazy as he feels his manhood shrink between his massive thighs and disappear within himself.

“You ok Mom?” Catherine asks, trying to hold back a snigger. “You look confused!”

“Mom…!?” Dale questions firmly, unable to take his eyes off the massive flesh mounds bulging from his chest.

“Yes….,” Catherine replies, forcing herself to act normally. “What on earth are you wearing? I knew you said you wanted to lose weight, but Jeans, Mom? I’d probably stick to dresses.”

Dale again looks down at himself and his clothing is ripped and torn from where he’s transformed into a large heavy-set black woman. Dale doesn’t know what to say—he’s completely speechless.

“Oh, Is it laundry day or something?” Catherine giggles, standing up to look Dale in the eye.

Now much shorter than Catherine, Dale has to look up at her. “N-no…,” Dale answers, seriously confused about what's happening to him.

“Mom!?” Catherine playfully mocks, gently cupping Dale’s unsupported double E’s “You should really wear a bra! You’ll knock yourself out with those if you’re not careful!”

“Huh…!?” Dale reacts like a dear in headlights.

“Are you alright Mom?” Catherine asks again, holding a hand on Dale’s shoulder. “The doctor did say you’d have a little brain fog after your accident.”

“Stop it Cat,” Dale growls, remembering he’s a man. “Stop this now! I’m a man—my name is Dale!”

Catherine gives Dale a worried expression before putting the back of her hand against Dale’s forehead. “Do you want to go lay down Mom?” She asks caringly.

“No,” Dale exclaims, pushing her away.

Instantly, he regrets that decision. His entire body jiggles as he moves and he’s left feeling incredibly uncomfortable and out of place in his own body. He’s never felt so much movement on his chest or his backside!

“Stop this!” Dale shrieks, trying desperately not to move at all, fearing anything unfamiliar to a man.

“Strange,” Catherine says, showing concern. “The doctor didn’t say anything about you potentially thinking you are someone else. Do you at least remember your own daughter….Mom?”

“B-but…but….,” Dale reacts confused, looking around the apartment. “This is my home. You are staying here with me. I’m a man!”

“This is my apartment, Mom,” Catherine answers, gently nodding her head. “You’ve been staying with me since Dad died.”

“What?” Dale asks, shaking his head, and rubbing his eyes with his fat fingers.

“Yeah, don’t you remember?”

“No!” Dale screams in pure frustration. “This is my place!”

Knowing his bedroom is literally just down the corridor, Dale supports his breasts the best he can, so they don’t bounce and waddles toward his door.

“This is my room!” He says confidently, reaching out to open the door.

As he pushes it open, he has to squeeze his wide hips through the doorway. As he looks around the room, his mouth drops. It’s completely different. Everything has changed.

“W-what….?” Dale says, gobsmacked as he looks around at the unfamiliar room

“I know it’s not much,” Catherine says, following behind Dale into the room. “But it’s a room, Mom.”

Catherine then opens the built-in cupboards and points at the female garments hanging inside them. Dale stares lost at the cupboards that moments earlier had all his suits, but now hanging is just dresses and other female garments he doesn’t recognize as his.

“Do you want me to help you get dressed, Mom?” Catherine asks, reaching in to grab a bra.

Catherine holds up the very large Bra and giggles. Showing Dale the size of the cups, she holds them out like a hammock.

“Do you remember…?” Catherine smiles, swinging the bra between her hands. “Dad used to say he could hang your bras outside and sleep on them. You guys were so cute!”

“No!” Dale snaps back, grabbing the bra from her hands to throw it across the room. “I’m a man! My name is Dale! I’ve never worn a bra in my life!”

Stunned, Catherine’s smile soon turns to a worried frown. “Mom…,” she says softly. “You wore a bra yesterday and for most of your life. Do you want to sit down? I think you might be tired and forgetting things again.”

“I’m a man!” Dale repeats angrily as he sees his own reflection in the mirror.

Unable to accept that the large black woman looking back at him, is him, he freaks out and covers his eyes.

“Mom!?” Catherine says, now very concerned. “Should I call the doctor!?”

“No! Change me back!” Dale screams.

Feeling his knees wobbling thanks to his sheer size, Dale collapses onto the side of his bed and holds his head in his hands. “I’m a man…,” he weeps. “My name is Dale!”

“How can that be…?” Catherine replies, forcing emotion in her voice. “I really wish you’d stop saying his name, Mom. Dale died years ago. He was my best friend and you keep bringing him up! I don’t know why you fixated on him!”

“Died!?” Dales asks, looking up in genuine fear.

Catherine slowly nods and manages to hold a straight face. “Yes, Mom. Remember he was my little white friend from down the street. He died years ago after that accident.”

“But I’m a man!?” Dale repeats, trying his best to remember.

“How can you be a man, Mom?” Catherine instantly replies. “You gave birth to me. Would be an incredible feat for a man to give birth, Mom. Men don’t have vaginas.”

“No no no no no….!” Dale mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “I remember having a penis! I don’t have a vagina!

“I know you’re missing Dad,” Catherine answers, reaching across to place a hand delicately on Dale’s back. “But you’re a beautiful woman, Mom. Dad used to say he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Please remember!”

“NO!” Dale screams again, jerking his shoulder away from Catherine’s touch. “You’re lying. I’m a man called Dale! I’m a white man! I have a penis! This is my home!”

Cathering swiftly moves around to Dale’s front. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, she looks up into his wiery old eyes.

“I know…,” Catherine says with a comforting smile. “How about we go into town today and have a proper girl's day. We can get those extensions you’ve always wanted. Maybe we can get our makeup and our nails done! Maybe we could even treat ourselves to some new shoes!?”

Catherine looks deeper into Dale’s eyes and she accidentally lets her smile turn a little sinister. It instantly reminds Dale of the conversation he started with her moments ago. About the hair in the plug hole!

“NO WAY!” Dales shouts, getting angry at her. “You did this to me! You’ve transformed me into this woman somehow! Change me back Catherine or I will kick you out!?”

Catherine sighs as she gets to her feet. Shaking her head, she reaches into her jean back pocket and pulls out her phone.

“Sorry, Mom,” She says, dialing a number.

As she walks out of the room, she leaves Dale seething in his bedroom, Surrounded by the bras and trinkets of an old lady.

Still extremely confused and scared to even move, Dale waits for Catherine to return. He knows what she’s done to him and he’s desperate to get her back.

Seconds turn to minutes and before long, he hears a bang at the front door to his apartment. Curious, but unwilling to move his heavy female body, he waits.

“She’s in here,” Catherine says, just outside Dale’s room.

“Ok,” A male voice answers.

“I’m really worried about her,” Catherine continues talking. “She keeps thinking she’s a man. She keeps saying her name is Dale. I think she needs to go back to the hospital.”

“Ok, Ma’am,” the voice answers.

Overhearing that, Dale grits his teeth in anger. Moments later a paramedic appears at his door.

“Mrs. Franklin,” he says sternly, followed by several large men as he enters the room. “You’re coming with us. Your daughter is worried about you.”

“She’s not my daughter!” Dale screams, desperate for someone to believe him.

“Come on now,” the man says softly, holding out his hands. “We are here to help you!”