The Witch's Ichor

Unexpected Side Effects [2]

Birdsong, sunlight, and the smell of pancakes rouse Ryker from his slumber. Soft sheets and a heavy blanket hold Ryker in a gentle embrace. Yawning, he turns his body over to nuzzle his pillow. A sharp ache in his chest startles him.

What the..?

Ryker sits up in his bed with a bemused look on his face. He pulls the covers down to expose his chest. Two noticeable bumps capped with distinctly puffy nipples come into view. Those are undeniably, boobs.

"What the fuck?" Ryker mutters in shock.

The vestiges of sleep clear away in an instant as Ryker climbs out of bed. He looks down at his body, hesitantly poking and prodding as his face pales. Everything feels a little strange now that Ryker's paying attention, but only his new breasts are obvious.

"Ryker! Are you up?" Ryker's mother yells from downstairs.

The sound of his mother's footsteps fill Ryker with icy dread. He grabs his blanket from the bed and pulls it over himself, draping the fabric over his body to shield the two bumps of flesh from his mother's gaze. The door opens after a quick knock. His mother peers into the room.

"Oh, you're up. Breakfast is ready so hurry down." She says gently.

Ryker relaxes as he watches his mother shut the door. Crisis averted. His tummy grumbles as if having heard his mother's words. He gets up and quickly scans his closet for some clothing. Loosely piled clothing covers the carpeted floor of his closet while a few nicer shirts sit on hangers off to the side.

Hm... Is this dirty..? Nah.
I wore this yesterday, but who cares.

Ryker slips a black tee over his masculine frame. Thankfully his meager bust is not noticeable with the shirt on. Ryker slips on some jeans he wore the day prior and finishes getting dressed before stumbling his way downstairs.

"Morning, Mom." Ryker greets casually.

"Morning... you sleep well?" She replies.

Ryker scoops a healthy portion of scrambled eggs onto his plate while his mother scrubs a skillet coated in egg residue.

"I did... Like a log, honestly." He says with a grin.

The scent of potatoes cooked over the stove with a heap of butter and a dash of seasoning gets Ryker's mouth watering. He takes forkfuls of the potato and egg, chowing down on his mother's home cooking while she glances over at him with the gentle gaze of a mother.

"Hm. Your acne is getting better. Did you start using that face wash I bought you?" She asks idly.

Ryker stops eating his breakfast long enough to recall his face did look a bit cleaner than usual in his closet mirror earlier. He shrugs in reply before gulping down some orange juice.

"Uh, not really..." He replies honestly.

That gets a little chuckle out of his mother and a shake of her head. She undoes her apron and hangs it on the pantry door before grabbing her keys from the kitchen counter.

"Well I appreciate your honesty." She says cheerily.

The sensation of a brief kiss on his forehead brings a slight smile to Ryker's face as he finishes his morning meal. His mother is already on her way to the door, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

"I'll be working late as usual, but your father will be home to cook dinner." She says as she steps outside.

"Bye Mom! Love you!" Ryker calls out.

With a smile and a quick wave his mother lets the door swing shut behind her as she marches to her car for a long commute to her workplace. The house is bathed in silence broken only by Ryker placing his dirty dishes into the kitchen sink. He brings his hand to his chest absentmindedly, feeling the developing mounds beneath his shirt.