But his parents weren't reacting. Little did Anton know, he had astral projected in his dream, and they couldn’t see or hear him.
His father lay on top of his mother. It looked like they were wrestling, though both of them looked like they were having fun.
“Mommy?” he whispered again, voice trembling slightly.
But they continued their playful struggle, oblivious to his presence.
He reached out to grab his mother’s arm, hoping to get her attention. But, to his shock, his hand phased straight into her. He started to feel an odd pulling sensation.
Soon, poor little Anton was being fully absorbed into his mother’s body.
“Mommy!” he cried again, but the sound melted into the soft thrum of her pulse.
When Anton slowly opened his eyes, he was lying on his back in his parents’ bed, in the same spot his mother had been just moments ago. He saw his father staring down at him, his weight pressing him into the bed.
“Oh, babe,” his father grunted, “You feel so good.”
“Daddy?” he tried to say, but the voice that emerged was not his own —it was adult and womanly.
He felt an odd pressure in between his legs, like something big and hard was being pushed up inside of him.
Panic-stricken, Anton looked down at his own body, but instead of the familiar small hands and flat stomach, he saw his mother's more developed figure. Breasts were heaving with each ragged breath, and a patch of hair between his legs where there should have been... something else. He tried to scream for help, but the only sound that came out was a moan.
His father mistook it for a cry of pleasure and increased his thrusts.
"That's right, Alicia," he groaned, using his mother's name, "You like it, don't you?"
Anton twisted his head, trying to escape the sight of his father's naked body on top of what was now his own. He had always thought of his mother’s body as safe — soft hugs and gentle kisses — but now it felt like an alien landscape, overwhelming and utterly foreign.
Anton's mind raced with confusion and fear, but his newfound body seemed to have a mind of its own. His breaths became increasingly ragged as the pressure inside him grew.
What were his parents doing? What in the world were these sensations he was feeling?
His father pounded into him harder, "Oh, God, baby, I'm almost there."
Helplessly, Anton felt a strange pressure building inside of him. Unbeknownst to him, his mother’s body was approaching climax.
"Yes, Alicia!" his father groaned.
But Alicia wasn't there anymore. Anton was trapped inside her body, a terrified six-year-old boy in a grown woman's body. His hips bucked uncontrollably as the pressure inside him mounted. His whole body tensed up as he felt an overwhelming sensation overtake him.
His father cried out in pleasure as Anton experienced something he never thought possible in his short life: a female orgasm. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over him, leaving him breathless and dizzy.
It was all too much for a young mind to handle. As his father collapsed onto his new chest, spent and panting, Anton passed out from the overwhelming sensory overload.
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