On the other hand Dylan did love his mother and she had worked hard to raise him and his sister after their father had run out on them. She always strived to put her kids first and Dylan recognized this, even if he didn't always show it. He had often heard her wish she was a bit taller than her five feet and so he flicked the switch before firing the gun.
Helen jumped a bit as the beam struck her, letting a cup fall into the sink.
"What was...on my," she gasped as the energy flooded her body and she braced herself against the sink, leaning over a little.
Now, Helen was an attractive young woman in her thirties, with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was a bit on the heavy side but most of the excess weight had been distributed between her chest and especially her lower body. Dylan's best friend, Tim, had often referred to her as a "milf", though Dylan didn't really know what that meant.
Helen groaned as she began to grow, her tight jeans creaking softly as the demand on them increased. The sleeves and hem of her blue shirt rose higher and higher, tightening on her swelling arms and revealing her belly slowly bulging against the waistband of her jeans.
Dylan watched with wide eyes as his mother's buttocks and hips swelled outward as well as upward, more and more of her butt becoming visible over the straining waistband of her jeans the soft flesh slick with sweat.
As Helen approached six feet in height several things gave at once, with barks of surrendering fabric and grunts of pleasure from Dylan's mother. Her feet tore open her shoes, her thighs burst open the seams down the sides of her jeans, her butt ripped open the seat of her jeans and the button on her waistband sprung free as her belly pushed outward. She came to a shuddering halt just over six feet, the short sleeves of her shirt announcing their final surrender to her arms with soft tears.
For a few seconds Helen stood quietly, panting with mild exertion and absorbing what had happened to her. As the ecstasy subsided to a low buzz she slowly turned round to Dylan, her son gaping open-mouthed with the gun still clutched in his hand and a small bulge visible in his shorts. He had enjoyed the sight of his Mom growing more than he expected.
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