This was hell. It had to be. Even though this was what I wanted, it was just a bit much. Distantly, I remembered a kids cartoon from my childhood what taught a lesson like this once. Not in this exact detail as I felt my mother slowly squeezing me between her glorious boobs, and my sister yelling at me. But something close to it, with ice cream or something dumb.
"Nothings happening! Did you break it?!" Tina yelled. "No!" I yelled back, ignoring the fact I had the same reaction just minutes before. "Just give it a se-"
My mother forced her breasts together again, cutting me off. As I felt the heat and the heart beat quicken, I could hear my mother mumble above me.
"Do you- mmm- like your little sluts titties?"
Wow.
If she was normal size it would have been a whisper, but with her filling the house, it was projected like a theatre system.
"Matt, whatever you're doing st-stop it!"
"Trying to, but it's getting kinda hot in here! How long did you press the button for?" I bit back, trying to wiggle without disturbing the giant dirty talking woman.
"I dunno! And it's weird that shrink is on the top of the controller, that doesn't make any sense! I-is mom giving off alot of heat? It's fucking hot in here..."
Realisation hit at the last sentence as Tina sounded almost dazed. I wiggled faster, trying to be able see where my idiot sister was. This only caused Karen to moan and respond more. As I freed my arms to pull myself out, I felt my fleshy prison become tight again as my mother crossed her arm around her breasts while the other went South on her body. Turning my head towards where I heard her voice, I spotted Tina in her sleep tank top with faded letters. Instead of looking towards me, she seemed to be starting at mom's face, lost in thought.
Spotting the remote, I confirmed my suspicions as it was backwards, pointing towards her perky chest.
Unlike Karen, instead if exploding with growth, she seemed to... bounce, but never come down. As she sprouted up, I was gifted with the sight of her breasts jiggling in the top- then straining the fabric- then liking out- and finally forcing themselves out on either side of the sleeves.
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