Patreon Prompt 348

Prompt: Tired of his mother complaining to him about what constantly playing video games will do to him, a young man makes an offhand comment that leads to her giving a more direct warning of his possible future.

   Off of college for the summer and with plenty of free time, Randall was all set to play the new video game, Wishing Ring. His enjoyment was short lived as his mother came into his room to scold him about the usual. She complained about him wasting his days away at his computer screen, trying to warn him that he needed to get out there before he damaged his body. Shirking it all off as just a nuisance, Randall mindlessly tapped through the various text boxes informing him of the effects of the game’s wishing ring item. Without thinking of the consequences he blurted out, “If you’re so eager to show me why this is bad for me, why don’t you prove it?”

   Randall turned around, fully expecting to see a very angry mother ready to kick him out of the house. Instead, what he saw was her staring with her mouth agape as her body began to shake. Just as he considered getting up to call an ambulance, he was stopped by the sight of her brown hair shortening up to her chin and turning the same tinge of black as his own. The follicles were pushed aside from a combination of a pair of glasses and a more prominent chin. Randall only had a moment to recognize his own facial features before hers was covered up by a set of chubby cheeks and rows of chins to go with a thick neck.

   The changes moved past his mother’s head to broaden her shoulders and turn her bosom into a set of sagging man pecs. Her drooping moobs and prominent beer belly were kept partially hidden by the appearance of an extra-large t-shirt bearing the same game company logo Randall was wearing. Familiar with the set of jeans stretched across his mother’s widened hips and chunky rear, he was still at a loss at the fact that he was staring at what appeared to be a fatter, older version of himself.

   “Woah, is that Wishing Ring?” his mother asked, speaking in a much huskier and deeper version of his voice. “Can I have a turn?”

   With a cautious nod, Randall willingly handed over the controller. Watching his transformed mother pick up right where he had left off with no interruptions, he excused himself from the room. More than a little shaken, he grabbed a set of tennis shoes and set off for a run around the block to start his exercise routine.