Early onset MILF
Nick was prepared for second puberty. His cousin had been diagnosed a few months back, so it was no surprise when his visit to the doctor’s revealed that he had the gene for it too. His heart dropped, however, when the doctor told him the rest of the news. He was one of the small percent of second puberty victims that also experienced rapid aging during the transformation. He would have the same lifespan, the doctor explained, but his body would be stuck looking like a woman in her thirties for the next 20 or so years until his real age caught up with his physical age. Nick almost threw up. He knew what this meant for him; it was a variant he had heard his friends jokingly call the “early onset MILF” variant.
When he felt his changes coming on a few weeks later, he still held out hope that the doctor was mistaken. The transformation had started out as he had expected. The women of his family were always on the bustier side, and he was no exception as large, soft breasts started to make their presence known, growing a little larger every day. By the time he was fully a woman, he looked a lot like his sister did, his red hair brushing his shoulders as he posed in the mirror, getting used to the movements of his new self. But a feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that his changes weren’t done. Over the next few days, the body he was just starting to get used to started to look older in the mirror every morning. His firm breasts started to sag just a little, and he noticed fine wrinkles starting to form around his new face. As he gained a few more pounds around his chest and hips, he knew he was going to end up with the body of a mature woman. He looked more like his mom than his sister now. Part of him was glad that the woman in the mirror was still extremely attractive for his age. If he was gonna be old, may as well be a MILF, right? It was a small consolation, but at least he had that going for him.
He tried to play it off like he was still the same, visiting his friends as usual, but he could see their eyes struggle to make eye contact as they drifted down at his new chest, impossible to hide. He couldn’t blame them; he would have looked too just a few weeks ago. He found his eyes drifting to another target though. He was spending more and more time at his friend Jack’s house. Not because he wanted to hang out, but to steal glances at Jack’s dad, Mark when he came home from work. He was tall and well built, and as they exchanged greetings Nick felt a flutter in his stomach as mark’s gaze rested on his new body for a second or two longer than it should have. He couldn’t possibly feel the same way, could he?
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