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Oracle's Realizer Chronicles: Motherly Fun
🕑 Added 2024-09-01 08:38:23 +0000 UTCIt's been quite a while since her first time experiencing walking on her mother's shoes via the Realizer App, 15-year-old Futaba Sakura was feeling rather bored as Shujin Academy was currently closed for the holidays. Furthermore, she still has a lot of homework to deal with, something of which she has since finished beforehand.
"Man, I'm bored", the orange-haired girl groans as she closes her notebook after finishing her last piece of homework, "I really wished there's something else for me to do."
Her eyes then glued towards the black smartphone lying beside her desk, the very same phone she got from the mysterious package that came in the mail a couple months ago.
The bespectacled girl's lips formed a wry smile. She was referring to the app that was installed into the aforementioned smartphone, which has since been her favorite thing to do whenever she gets the chance.
Picking the device off her desk, Futaba presses the unlock button and accesses the smartphone's main screen, where the app was located.
"Maybe I could have some fun with this..."
Scrolling through the app and its many, many options, the young hacker's mind begins to wander, thinking about the possibilities that the app could bring. Yet, she still able to recall the time she literally have her memories and personality altered upon turning herself into her own mother, Wakaba Isshiki.
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Normally, in such a scenario, she became none the wiser of her old life, but the fact that she suddenly found herself back to normal as if it never happened had her rather puzzled. If her hypothesis is correct, it is probably the work of the App's "failsafe", which she can only imagine as the only way to prevent the user from being permanently stuck in their new persona.
In any case, there are still lots of things to test out, and she has all the time in the world to do it...
As she thinks of who she can turn herself into, she can't help but think about her mother, whom she previously transformed into a while ago. Despite having turned into her mom before, that feeling of warmth and fulfillment when she walked into Wakaba's shoes, combined with the pleasures she experienced, is something that she hasn't felt in a long time.
And, well, it doesn't help that the woman is a total babe, either.
"Welp, I guess there's no harm in doing this again." Futaba shrugs, making her decision. While she intent to becoming Wakaba again, this time she wanted to explore the joys of being a middle-aged woman and mother of one, with all the benefits that come with it.
"Hmm, it wouldn't be bad to be mom again", Futaba said to herself as she have finished making her preparations with the App, "At least I can have some fun regardless..."
A few moments later, Futaba now stands in front of her full-body mirror, checking herself out from head to toe, wearing her mother's old pair of black bra and panties, somewhat slightly loose for her petite build.
Futaba lets out a smile at the sight of her body. Even though she didn't become a mother just yet, Futaba thought that being Wakaba is just fine for her.
With a smile on her face, she pressed "Applying Changes!" on the App, and just as quick, her metamorphosis into her mother begins...
From her neck down, Futaba's skin transforms into a pale color, a trait unique to her mother's nationality, which then furthermore complimented by her gradual increase in height.
Her overall figure also saw a noticeable subtle change, her breasts seem to slowly and gently pushing themselves against the material of the bra. Slowly, but certainly, the flat and non-existent bust size of hers was steadily growing into the rather ample bosom that belongs to her mother. Similarly, her bottom becomes similarly enriched, bulging through the material of the panties, her toned buttocks that was once almost non-existent was now rounded and meaty, easily fills out her now oversized underwear without any visible issue.
If her estimation is to be believed, she might have reached the peak of her youthful mid-teen years, specifically around the age of 17.
Her shoulder blade-length orange hair had rapidly grown down to her mid-back before starting to get gradually darker in tone, quickly approaches the color of her mother's raven black hair before it suddenly trimming into the familiar shorter bobcut hairstyle her mother is known for.
"With this hair, I might be passing off as mom's twin sister", she said to herself, imagining the thought as she fondling with her shorter hair, "Just hope that Sojiro wouldn't see the similarities between me and her, or else my secret's out..."
Futaba's facial structure begins to change as her youthful facial features begins to grow and change into something that's more matured, more refined. Her chin seems to elongate ever so slightly as her eyes shrunk a little bit and becomes less rounded and childish.
As Futaba felt her cheeks becoming fuller, her nose begins to straighten itself into a more narrow and sharp form as her lips puffs up into a full and voluptuous form, changing from its pale pinkish tone into a dark, rouge-like red color, almost identical to that of her lipstick.
A quick look on the mirror was all Futaba needed to confirm that, just like her ever-growing body, her face was almost completely identical to her mother, now apparently entering the early stages of her adult years, around in her early 20s. She just couldn't believe how her youthful looks are nearly on par with her mom's when it comes to their beauty, and that is despite the fact that she is in a younger and less matured form than her own mother.
"You really are one heck of a woman, mom, and it's only gotten better." Futaba gives a grin towards the mirror, her voice had changed ever so slightly due to the gradual change of her body, making her sounded younger in tone and pitch, yet still sounding similar to her mother, albeit with a noticeable change to her overall tone, "I can feel my body is about to blossom ever further than that...!"
Sure enough, she felt it... Her breasts are ready to make their debut, as it can be felt by the way the bra struggles to hold back their rapid expansion, quickly approaching her mother's D-cup size as they overflow through her now tighter bra. Her hips began to expand and her buttocks further rounded as it strains against the confine of the now tightly fitting panties, threatening to tear the material at any moment, Futaba's own figure becoming more matured and womanly.
Futaba moans in delight at her ever-increasing mature physique, especially as the young woman starting to feel like her face is about to be overwritten with that of her mother's.
"Yes! Yes! Here I come!" She eagerly anticipates the imminent transformation, her body shivering in anticipation as a lustful look formed in her face. Her tongue darts out to wet her now plump lips before she opened them to speak. "Ohhh... Mooommmyyy~!"
Her facial features was starting to shift to resemble the exact copy of her mother's, her cheeks round and plump as her jawline seems to extend slightly as her chin grows more slender. Her nose becomes even more defined with a sharp ridge across the tip as the bridge becomes narrower, further emphasizing her more sharp facial features.
As for her lips, the moment Futaba opened her mouth, her teeth begin to shift in place and grew larger, followed by her lips expanding into a pout as the bottom lip seemed to extend downward. Her eyes shrunk even more as it becomes even more narrow as a result, as they slowly took on their signature slanted form, giving them a rather piercing stare, yet at the same time, somewhat alluring.
"Yes, that's it! Keep going...!", she said between her moans as she felt her mother's personality is becoming more dominant in her voice, "Come on! Almost... there!"
At this point, Futaba has now reached into her mid-20s, the exact age her mother was at the time of her untimely death, with her hair has finally took on the color and texture of her mother's, and her face completely identical to the original. Her body has also completed its transformation into that of a mature, well-developed woman, sporting an impressive 5'2" frame and a buxom hourglass body.
"Here it comes!", said Futaba as she bid farewell to herself, "Goodbye, Futaba Sakura... and hello, Wakaba Isshiki!"
Like a wave on a beach washing over her, Wakaba's memories, her experiences and personality were all being implanted into her mind, Futaba could feel as if it was all being downloaded into her psyche, like an external hard drive was being installed into her. The woman can feel herself becoming "complete" as if she has now truly became her mother, in the flesh and mind.
She lets out a long, loud, and satisfying moan, which almost sounded like a moan of orgasm, as who used to be Futaba Sakura had now fully disappeared from her mind, with Wakaba's consciousness taking over the reins.
The transformation is finally complete.
Slowly opening her eyes, Wakaba looks at her reflection with an expression of slight confusion on her face, like someone who just woke up from a deep sleep.
"Whoa... What was that?", Wakaba asks herself, still panting and catching her own breath after the whole metamorphosis she just went through, "It felt... so intense..."
She then glances over to a nearby mirror for a quick look at herself, and sure enough, what stood and stared right back at her is a beautiful woman in her late 20s, with raven-black hair and a pair of light brown eyes, sporting a voluptuous hourglass figure.
Wakaba gave a smug smirk at herself. "Now, this is the kind of look I would expect to see for my age."
Feeling rather curious about her new identity, Wakaba pulls out a photo album containing her pictures from high school to the present day, and sure enough, the photos were exactly how she remembered it.
"So, I really am Wakaba Isshiki, huh?", she mused to herself, "And this is my daughter, Futaba, whom I love very much...?"
Indeed, it was the first time she has seen a photo of her own daughter, but she didn't find it strange at all. It's as if she knew that she has one all along, and that she truly is her own mother.
"She looks so adorable...", Wakaba gushed over the photos of her own daughter, "I wonder what she's doing right now..."
Wakaba's eyes suddenly lit up in surprise. "Oh, yeah! That's right, I have to go shopping for Futaba! She needs me!"
And without further ado, Wakaba hastily dressed up for today's trip to the shopping district. She can't wait to get home and spend some time with her beloved daughter.
The sun was setting by the time Wakaba has arrived back at her house, with a full set of shopping bags on hand. Tired and exhausted from having to deal with the stampede of shoppers during the day, the mother took off her high heels as she entered the house.
"Futaba-chan, I'm back!", she called out.
"Welcome back, mom!", a young teenage girl's voice called from within the house.
Wakaba quickly heads upstairs and enters into her daughter's bedroom, where 13-year-old Futaba was busy typing away on her laptop, likely playing a video game or something.
"What are you up to, Futaba-chan?", Wakaba asks as she put down her shopping bags to the floor.
"Oh, I'm just finishing up this game." Futaba replied, her attention still glued onto her laptop.
"Is that Persona again?", asked Wakaba, recognizing the game.
"Yeah, it is", said Futaba, "And I'm just about done with the story mode."
Wakaba gave a soft smile. "That's good, but you better not stay up late, okay? We're going to bed in a little while."
"Okay." Futaba replied without looking away from her laptop.
Wakaba nods as she went to her room and plopped down to her bed, feeling somewhat better. It surely felt weird being called "mom" by her own daughter, but she couldn't help but feel happy.
"If this is what it's like to have a daughter, then I must be the luckiest woman in the world.", said Wakaba to herself as she took off her black blazer.
Taking a look at her wardrobe, Wakaba was in awe at how many clothes she had. Not only that, she also have her own personal collection of perfumes and other cosmetic products, all of which were bought by her for herself. She decided to go for a housewife attire, just in time to cook some evening meal for her and Futaba.
After donning a pink apron on top of her outfit, Wakaba went to the kitchen and prepared the ingredients. She decided to cook up some curry tonight, just as she remembered it from the photo album.
As she was preparing the meal, she could hear Futaba walking downstairs as she turned off her laptop.
"Hey, mom, I'm done with the game!" Futaba shouted. "Can I have some dinner now?"
"Sure, just give me a minute", Wakaba replied, "I'm almost done."
A few minutes later, the two of them sat down at the dining table with plates full of curry and rice in front of them.
"Wow, you really are a good cook, mom." Futaba praised after taking a bite of her food. Wakaba couldn't help but smile at her daughter, happily chowing down on her own plate.
"I'm glad you liked it", Wakaba replied, "Now eat up. You don't want to waste any of it."
"Yes, mom...", said Futaba as she ate more of her meal.
After finishing their meal, both mother and daughter washed up together and went upstairs to Futaba's room, with the former changing into a pair of comfortable pajamas, before they got under the covers and snuggled close to each other.
"Goodnight, Futaba-chan...", said Wakaba as she kissed Futaba on her forehead.
"Goodnight, mom.", Futaba replied, yawning softly as she drifted off to sleep. Wakaba went back to her room, feeling satisfied with the day's events.
"With all of everything goes great today, perhaps I could really need to enjoy the rest of my life with my dear daughter for as long as it lasts...", thought Wakaba, "I really love her so much..."
And with that thought in her head, Wakaba drifted off to sleep...
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THREE YEARS LATER...
In a populated beach, filled with families and couples enjoying the sun and surf, there was a single woman who seemed out of place among the happy crowds. She was sitting alone in a chair, reading a book as she watched everyone else having fun. She was wearing a simple black bikini, with a pair of sunglasses to match.
She was an attractive single mother with a curvaceous figure, with a slim waist and shapely hips, accentuated by her outfit. Her skin was lightly tanned, and her hair was slightly at shoulder length and raven-black in color.
As she flipped through the pages of her book, she noticed something from the corner of her eye, a familiar-looking teenager standing nearby with a surfboard under one arm.
"Mom...?", a voice called out.
Wakaba looks up from her book and saw a familiar-looking teenager with short, straight, orange-dyed hair and purple eyes, with a pair of black-trimmed glasses. She was wearing a simple one-piece green swimsuit with matching swim shoes and a blue beach towel around her waist.
"Futaba-chan!", Wakaba greeted as she got up from her seat. "How are you? Are you having fun?"
"I'm okay, mom", replied Futaba, "And yeah, I'm having fun. What about you?"
"I'm doing fine. Just reading a book." Wakaba replied. "Anyway, why don't we go out for some fun?"
"Sure." Futaba nodded as the two of them went to the ocean.
The two of them, mother and daughter, went to the water and enjoyed the waves and sunshine together. They were able to have fun and enjoy themselves for the whole day, laughing and smiling as they played around in the water.
Wakaba couldn't believe how the years did beautifully for her and her daughter. In the past three years, she has since been promoted as the CEO of "Isshiki Cognitive Research Foundation", which she now owns and continued making new advancements in the field of cognitive science, all while living a happy life with Futaba as her daughter.
Speaking of her daughter, the young teenager has since blossomed into a beautiful young lady, sporting a slender build, with modest but supple breasts and a round butt. While she may not have the curves of an adult yet, she still looked good enough to get anyone's attention while being Shujin Academy's most-respected role model, possessing both the brains and beauty that make boys and girls alike fall for her.
Whatever the case, both mother and daughter couldn't ask for anything more than this, and certainly one thing Futaba will surely remember once she reverts back to her old life...
