This choice: Ash notices something different • Go Back...Chapter #5Ash notices something different by: Yote   "Oh, Ashie-poo, it's so good to have you back," Delia smiled warmly. "I've been so lonely without you."
Ash stared across the table at his mother, his unease growing as he tried to put his finger on what was wrong. Delia tucked into dinner with relish, and it seemed to Ash that with each bite she took the food went straight to her...chest. The pink cardigan visibly strained against her breasts, the wool stretched so tight he could see her large, erect nipples between the threads. Trapped inside the constricting garment, her cleavage was pushed upwards and outwards, filling the plunging neckline was bountiful bare flesh.
And yet she seemed to notice none of these changes. Ash rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing things.
Delia finished her meal. She pushed her plate away, rubbed her stomach, and gave a contented stretch. With a ping, the single pink button of her blouse finally gave way Her breasts spilled out of their confines.
"Mom!" Ash yelled, his face burning red as he averted his eyes.
"Oopsie!" Delia giggles, blushing and covering her nipples with her fingers, though making no moves to repair the garment. Mumsie had a bit of an accident! But don't worry, she'll still take care of her Ashei-poo."
With that, she pushed back her chair and stood. For the first time, Ash saw the changes wrought on her lower half. Her skirt hemline has risen to mid-thigh, exposing a fine pair of toned calves. Even as he watches, the hemline continues to creep northwards, flashing him a hint of white panties as she skipped happily to the fridge, her swelling ass shaking inside the short skirt. She found a cooking apron and tied it tightly around her growing, yet still mature body. The plain white fabric only seemed to accentuate further the body hidden beneath.
"M-maybe we should get you to Pur-Professor Oak," Ash stuttered.
"Not before your dessert, sweet thing," Delia crooned. "My little man needs taking care of." From out of the fridge, she pulled a mountainous trifle, dripping with fruit and cream, which she laid on the table in front of him. Ash gulped. As she turned away to do the dishes, he watched as the last few strands of blue skirt fabric dwindled to a thong which was promptly swallowed up between her beautiful, fleshy cheeks. The torn cardigan, which had shrunk to a bikini top, fell to the kitchen floor, the string between the two cups broken.
She stood at the sink, humming softly to herself, unaware or uncaring that aside from an apron and a practically non-existent thong, she was naked.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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