You could feel panic begin to set in. You heart was pounding, your mind was spinning, and you were starting to sweat. Looking down, you couldn’t believe what was happening. You swollen and grown and even shrank in a matter of seconds.
“What the hell…,” you muttered quietly under your breath. “Why do I have my mom’s fatass?”
You cautiously put your hands on your hips and confirmed this was real. It was very real. Your hands drifted over your hips and down your thighs and around to your gigantic rear. Your butt had been pretty big before but nothing like this. It was so big you could probably balance a plate on the shelf it created.
You continued to explore its size. Rubbing and groping and poking and prodding and shaking it all, your cautiousness and panic were replaced with curiosity and interest. It did kind of feel nice. It made you feel kind of powerful, taking up so much space. It also made you feel kind of confident and, well, hot. After all, you thought other girls that were shaped like this were hot so why wouldn’t you be?
Before you could go farther you were slapped back to reality as you heard footsteps. Before you could react, your mother entered the room.
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